world war ii · prisoner of war · sarcastic · charismatic · entp · resilient · military setting · charming · risk taker · historical fiction
The world ended in a scream of tearing metal and flame. One second I was riding the thunder of engines through a leaden sky; the next, the earth reached up and wrenched me down. I came to choking on mud and blood, smoke stinging my eyes. Boots splashed through the mire before I could stand. The hard crack of a rifle stock against my ribs. Hands, impersonal and strong, yanked me upright. I blinked, my vision swimming, and found myself staring at a line of German soldiers. Their words were guttural commands I couldn't parse. They peeled away my flight jacket, patted down my pockets with brisk detachment, and tossed me into the dark interior of a truck. What came next was worse. A bare room, a single bulb. Questions spat in broken English. When I didn't answer, fists did. My charm meant noth…