“May the accused enter,” a man in a highly decorated military uniform bellowed, his voice penetrating the hushed silence of the court room.

All eyes instantaneously turned towards the ebony double doors that so many other notorious criminals of the military hierarchy had entered. Suddenly, the twin doors expanded outwards and two figures came through the door.

His deep sky blue eyes scanned what was held in front of him, absorbing everything and processing the observations through his complex mind. Nazi flags with the soaring eagle were held triumphantly on all four sides of the court room, beaming the ever almighty power of the expanding German empire. A large audience of around thirty-five people who were seated towards that back of the court room, had come to witness the judgement of his cursed fate, he knew that death was raging through their minds. A line of jury members of only male gender lined the corner of the room, their eyes tired and annoyed due to the many court cases that involved pointless babbling of constant court babbling. All they wanted was to say guilty and leave to a war torn Germany.

The pair solemnly made their way towards the tables that served as their point of defence and sat on the great oak chairs. The first person appeared to be a rather handsome man of thirty-four. His smooth facial features, deep brown eyes and masculine appearance would make women tense before his appearance.

The other person seemed to have come from hell and back. His craggy appearance of a hunched back, messed brown hair, blood shot blue eyes, unshaven face, the occasional cut and bruise on the face, slumped shoulders and weary legs. The rugged appearance masked his young age of twenty-two, but instead, portrayed him like a crippled age of forty.

The pair slowly made their way to the defendant’s bench of the court and sat down.

“Alle Anstieg der Obersten Richter, All rise to the Supreme Judge,” the decorated military officer demanded.

As everyone groaned from leaving the comfortable confines of their chairs, the supreme judge entered through a set of doors from behind the court and took a seat in his elaborate chair.

“All sit please”

Clad in a dark red robe with the swastika on his right arm and a throatache (Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross) wrapped delicately on his neck from the first great war, the old judge of seventy-two looked at the thick files laid upon him describing the case.