German soldiers closed the door of the train wagon and Peter found a place against the wall to stretch out his legs. The journey dragged on and he wasn’t sure that Lotte’s attempt to help him had actually been all that helpful.
The wagon was cramped with injured men moaning and whining, and a putrid stink settled over everything. It only became worse with time. The man next to him suddenly rose, his eyes glazing over as he yelled, “Grenades! Take cover!”
“Where are we going?” Peter asked one of the nurses. Doctors and nurses wore the armband identifying them as Home Army members. The doctors hadn’t been given a choice, but every woman had been allowed to decide whether she wanted to be treated as civilian or be taken prisoner. He admired the brave nurses who’d decided to stay with the wo
