As soon as Erich was awakened a sense of serenity flooded through him. Last thing he remembered was being shot down by an enemy soldier and now he was in an unknown location. Was he actually dead and in heaven? Dying in battle. He knew that his fellow comrades and countrymen would be proud. Plus it meant no more hell on earth. He was in a perfect place now and it was something he was bound to enjoy as he dozed off once again.
Erich's dreams suddenly transformed to reality as he was interrupted by a woman who had just entered the room. A nurse. A nurse? He was was in a hospital somewhere and not heaven at all. That thought suddenly brought a frown to Erich's face as he struggled to sit up. Realizing that it was far from possible he leaned back down in the bed. He wasn't about to go anywhere for a long time.
"We found you just outside the city. We could have left you for dead." The nurse suddenly spoke in broken German that Erich tried his hardest not to chuckle at. She seemed like the type who was all business so he decided it wasn't worth the effort to get a chuckle out of her. Instead he just remained leaned back in bed as she aided in giving him some medication. With the throbbing pain he was now experiencing it was something he wasn't about to oppose.
"Спасибо." Erich subconsciously thanked the woman with the only Russian word he could manage to get out. Stalingrad. That is where he was. Everything was beginning to come back to him now. He had been on yet another offensive to take the city. Naturally the Soviets were ruthless and with a few bullets Erich was down and knocked out cold. He hated to even imagine what must have happened to the remainder of his squadron.
Feeling mournful for the good men he had fought with, Erich tried to think of happier times. He was back in Berlin. A young boy; the ideal German, in both appearance and mannerisms. His parents had always been keen on raising him "proper". He had sometimes disagreed with their strict rules, but now he was thankful for having been raised the way he was. He had a sense of duty and was proud to be fighting for his country. Despite being only nineteen years old he had as much passion for duty as many more seasoned soldiers. That alone had been what was supposed to promise him a promotion. Of course, that was before he had been likely presumed dead. It was almost comical how circumstances changed so suddenly, but he felt it was a reason to live every day to the fullest and it was something he intended to do once this wretched war was over.
But the war was very real and had landed Erich in a PoW hospital somewhere in godforsaken Russia. PoW hospital. That of course led to the one realization that he was likely sticking around there for awhile. Trying to digest that thought he just let out a sigh, awaiting to see what would happen next. This wasn't heaven; it was very much hell and hell was never merciful to anybody.