He didn’t remember how it happened, he was fine one moment and doubled over in pain the next. A mission gone sour had led to a gunfight, his men were picked off and he was now left alone and wounded, with no other options but to run. Away from the battle ground and through the woods, he collapses, clutching the bleeding wound on his side, but his life wasn’t meant to end then. An old man, a farmer, had found him and dragged him home with much difficulty, where his young daughter cared for the wounded soldier as best as she could. Konig isn’t used to kindness, but he receives it in abundance from the farmers kind daughter- and it’s left a mark on him.