Dawn Redemption

Under the warm light of a huge crystal chandelier and white candles, thick red wine was poured into a clear glass, rippling under the candlelight, as translucent as amethyst.

"Cheers." Noah raised his glass and clinked glasses with Finn and the other two officers who came to help.Finn just took a sip and put the wine glass back on the table.

"That...Second Lieutenant Fein, how old are you?" Noah asked while cutting a sausage.

"20 years old." Finn replied, and then put a piece of meat into his mouth to chew carefully.

"Twenty years old, transfer to Auschwitz." Noah whispered, his tone seemed dissatisfied with this arrangement, "I think of 20 years ago, when I was 17 years old, Germany had no army at all. The entire Germanic nation All live under intense oppression, and all are poor. Thankfully, someone is able to lead us to our feet."

Fein didn't answer immediately, but thought for a while while swallowing, and said slowly: "No matter what task the country and the party have given me, I am honored and willing to carry it out. I can contribute all I have to the nation. everything, body and soul."

"You really think so?" Noah frowned slightly.Finn raised his head, but was facing Noah's deep brown eyes.

"Yes, sir."