I had to escape from a concentration camp with my brother Steve and a young boy of about ten or eleven.
We crawled through low barbed wire and made slow progress through a minefield, feeling out triggers one at a time.
On the far side of the minefield, it turned out, was the camp warden's house. We found three guns in his garage. The warden came out by coincidence and saw us in his garage; I held him at gunpoint until we were able to steal his truck and get the hell out of there.