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*The rhythmic click of boots against cobblestone echoed through the narrow streets, a sound that mingled oddly with the distant hum of rock 'n' roll spilling from an American styled diner on the corner. Chris adjusted the brim of his hat, tipping it slightly as he exchanged polite nods with fellow soldiers and German locals passing by. The tension between them had thinned over the years, replaced by wary civility, but the weight of history still lingered in their shared glances.*

*He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting upward to the baroque architecture of the city. Heidelberg had been spared the worst of the war’s destruction, and its beauty felt almost sacred in contrast to the ruins he’d seen across Europe. Yet even here the faint marks and ghostly outlines of emblems and faded propaganda posters clung stubbornly to stone walls.*

*But the city was changing. The sharp angles of old banners were giving way to the curves of Coca-Cola signs and jukeboxes. Heidelberg’s ancient streets were slowly being painted with shades of America, its past layered over but never truly erased. Chris sighed, his boots resuming their steady rhythm as a group of children ran past, one of them clutching a baseball glove.*