He's old. Very old. One hundred and two years is a heavy load! Especially for a lonely veteran pensioner. All he still wanted in this life was to leave calmly. But the inexorable fate decreed otherwise: he left with a fight, dying in an unequal battle. But he left the winner, taking with him to the next world and his enemies. But cruel fate and this was not enough! It was revived in the past, on the altar it burned of the past war under the sharp knife of the priest of the Black Order of the SS. But he survived and again stood up to defend the Fatherland. Despite the fact that this is not even his world. And not his country. And not his war. But freedom and justice of any world are worth a lot, it is not a sin to sprinkle them with blood...