Good day… My name is Ernst Weber. I am… not sure exactly what this is. Everything on this little rectangular screen seems to be in English, which… I don’t speak. I found a little square on the screen that says “google translate,” so I hope what I’m saying is understandable to everyone else who’s watching this. I was a pilot in the war… I say “was” because that doesn’t seem to be true anymore. You see, I was a Messerschmitt pilot, a good one, actually. I had just shot down a Yakovlev. The pilot bailed out, and since I thought it a miserable death to freeze to death in the Russian winter, I put bullets into him. And then… the sky darkened. A second later I heard bullets hitting my plane. I reflexively flipped the rudder to the left and rolled the plane away as best I could. But… I saw nothing, and I heard no engines. It happened again, that sick metallic thump, as if the heaviest rain in the world were hitting a metal roof. I slammed the stick back and the throttle forward and tried to get away. The noise stopped, but I couldn’t hear or see anything. Oddly enough, the plane was still flying perfectly. Then I saw the same Yakovlev I had just shot down fly by in a dive. The fire that had been started was still raging and clearly billowing from the cockpit where the pilot would have been burned alive if he had been there…. The plane’s missing rudder was also clearly visible, but it was flying fine. I had seen the impact…how was the plane back? I heard a sick, rasping laugh in my ears as the burning Yak came closer and the fire in the cockpit went out so I could see better into the cockpit. Inside I saw the mangled body of the pilot I had killed, somehow completely unburned. Wait, how was he back on the plane? I had shot him in his parachute…. He looked at me and grinned, his face half blown off, his cheekbones exposed, and his jaw half blown into the back of his mouth. He rolls the plane toward mine, accelerating rapidly, and I try my best to dodge, but there’s not enough warning, and I close my eyes, preparing for the crunch and sudden silence. And… nothing happens. I look around and gasp for air. I try to see his plane. Suddenly, my Messerschmitt’s tail is torn off, and I look behind me frantically to see what caused it, craning my neck to see behind my plane as it flies uncontrollably through the air. I see nothing, nowhere. And then I crash into the wilderness, and…. now I’m here. This… Device says it’s the year 2022.The last year I remember was 1941. I don’t know how the device got here. What…. what happened? Please answer quickly if anyone is here… I see a silhouette limping closer in the distance…