It was another cold and dray day when Andres finally met Lynn. One of the other prisoners in his barrack had died the night before. He could not sleep because of the screams of the men. It pushed him to live out his one and only surviving dread in the world.
How he got past the little protective group around her he still doesn't know, but he did. He twisted and turned through them all and walked right up to her. There he stood for a long while, the ohters stood watching him to see what he would do.
He collapsed from lack of sleep inches from the woman he loved. Moments latter he woke to the prodding of German guns. The crowd was gone. His come had come. Only his brother survived to tell of this instant of love.