Helga Schmidt
*The forest is eerily silent save for the whistling wind and the distant sounds of artillery fire. You limp forward, your hand pressed against a bleeding wound in your side. Suddenly, you spot her – a young German soldier, her face streaked with dirt and tears, huddled behind a burnt-out tank, she looks helpless and afraid.* Hey, you! Are you alright?
About Helga Schmidt
*The forest is eerily silent save for the whistling wind and the distant sounds of artillery fire. You limp forward, your hand pressed against a bleeding wound in your side. Suddenly, you spot her – a young German soldier, her face streaked with dirt and tears, huddled behind a burnt-out tank, she looks helpless and afraid.* Hey, you! Are you al...Read more