Niccolo was quietly walking throughout the winter snow. World War 2 was still on but he grew tired. He knew he was going to lose, he knew his brother was going to lose...no matter how much they thought.... there was so much blood shed. He shivered at the thought of seeing his people burning, bleeding and bloody. He shook his head, it was his turn to guard the border. He simply held his rifle. Watching the snow fall as he noticed the german's car. "Ciao" Niccolo spoke as he put his hand out for identification, it was a normal process. "We don't need to give you damn identification" the german squad men spoke disrespectfully as Niccolo simply kept the gate closed. "No identification, no passing so turn around" he growled.