During the last few winter days of 1944, in a little town in Belgium, World War II raged on with brutal fighting took place between the American and German forces at the early stage of the Battle of the Bulge. Few cared about the civilian population who got caught in the middle of the crossfire. Among all the killing and fighting, an American soldier had to make a choice between obeying orders or saving a civilian's life. Whatever choice he made the price was dear and could cost him everything. All is not fair in war. Would a good man make a good soldier? Where do you draw the line separating killing and living. What is the cost of doing the right thing and is it really worth it.