Surrounded by the American soldiers, Uwe felt strangely calm. He was aiding the enemy, yes, and as a German he should feel ashamed. But it felt correct because his own people had ceased to do the right thing. The pack had become a law unto itself with no regard for what he’d thought they all believed in. His neighbors would damn him for being a collaborator. But he didn’t care. He would never set foot in Scharweg again.
