April 1945 in Berlin
April 1945 in BerlinStan had been transferred to the prison hospital and despite being depressed and surly he made an effort to practice walking with the wooden leg. After a while he got the hang of it and he finally saw light at the end of the tunnel.
He’d prove to the world that even with only one leg he was still a valuable member of society. A real man.
Taking a deep breath, Stan pushed away from the wall and forced himself to focus on just one thing: walking. The distance between the two opposite walls of the room looked huge. Terrifying. Insurmountable.
The first steps went fine, but then he staggered putting weight on the prosthetic. Swaying like a flag in the wind he raised his arms to recapture his balance, to no avail. The floor came rushing up and he fla
