Anna and I cry and hold each other. This is our last time seeing the spot where Marwencol once stood. We had to move the town so it would be harder for the Nazis to find.

A Nazi sniper that was hiding in the church bell tower and picking off Marwencol townsfolk is shot by my friend 101 AB Sniper.

The friendly Wehrmacht and I executing the plan we cooked up of me posing as their prisoner - so I could get into the Marwencol Church and find out what the SS wanted in my town.

A much needed M-5 Stuart rolls into Marwencol to strengthen our defenses against the ever-bullying, close-minded Nazis.

My inspiration for this photo was the 'Christmas Truce' between the British and the Germans during WWI. They shared food and drink and played soccer on the battlefield instead of killing each other.

My friends take my lifeless body out of the Jeep after Anna and I were assassinated just minutes before.

A photographer takes a photo of Anna and I at the Marwencol Falls where we spent our honeymoon.

The 'New York Jeep' rides along the Mulva River on the way to the store for medical supplies.

All the years of pain, misery, and suffering finally caught up with me and sent me into a deep depression. The people of Marwencol touch me to let me know that they're there for me.

Dej'Alaqua Montique Thoris holds me as she waits for my friends to arrive and take me away to medical. She's just saved me from the Nazis.