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My uncle began to fill in the gaps of this story. The other two men that were hiding in the shelter with John were thieves, just heartless murderers that were killed by the partisans. The girl, Amy, whom I hadn’t seen before but who had been living in the same small town turned out to be the daughter of two undercover agents. My uncle told me how the soldiers had interrogated her after they took me away. They pressed her for information and shot her near her armpit. She didn’t scream, contained the pain and acted dead. They left her there and went somewhere. My uncle was lucky enough to be in the same area at that moment when they shot her. He ran to the sound of the gunshot and after they went away, he ran to her and untied her. My uncle had trained to be a partisan so he knew things about survival and how to save someone from dying of a gunshot or any wound. He told me that he had been shot twice, in the shoulder and knee; he had a gun with him and shot the soldier.