Lotte instinctively stepped forward when the hospital doorway filled with German soldiers, as if she could hold up a dozen soldiers intent on raiding the ward. As far as she knew, she was currently the only prisoner in the hospital. The male POWs always got transferred to either a real hospital or a prison as soon as possible.
“God gracious, a Blitzmädel,” one of the soldiers said, beckoning to her. “What are you doing here?”
“I was captured on the fifth of August,” she stated, not in the mood to give him more details. Having heard all the harrowing stories from Mors, the safety of the patients preoccupied her thoughts.
“That long? Doesn’t matter, get out of here, before the SS comes.” He pointed his rifle toward the exit and peeked into the ward behind her back, where the mobile patien
