Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 484

So that was my journey to the West, escaping from Germany to the Allied Forces. I wish I could
say that I got a snappy medal and retired. Sadly, this wasn’t the case. Because the U.S. Army was short on
troops, I had to serve in the 446 th battalion as its commander. I walked towards the setting sun, recounting
the many horrors and triumphs that I had been a part of.