Dinner was an odd affair. The two dozen soldiers, quite a large party had taken what they referred to as tanks and continued their journey to Berlin, were separated by our group. Our clothes did not fit in with this time anymore, that much was obvious to anyone with eyes in their head. Most soldiers weren't very eager to talk to us. Though every time I lifted my head I could see the commander staring at me.
The food was heavenly. It was some sort of stew, though I couldn't really make out what sort. It didn't even matter to me, I hadn't eaten anything in fifty years. They could have given me something much worse and I would have eaten it all. None of us returned the polite conversation when we were just eating, we were all entirely starved out. It wasn't until my spoon hit the bottom of m
