• Pvt. Dimitri Брусилов
    Part 1

    I never wanted to be in this war. Now im a Soviet military private in the front line in Berlin, Germany. All i have is a PPSH-41 and my knife. Bullets are flying. My brothers are dying around me. Grenades are bursting all around me. Tanks are destroying everything around me.

    We stood in the outskirts of Berlin. Everyone tense for the battle. I wished i could be anywhere but here right now. I want to go back to Воркута́. I want to go home, back to the Motherland. But, as much as i want to, there is no turning back.

    The leader barked out our commands in a harsh tone. I was to go up to the group going in to battle first. I was in the front line. All my nightmares i had about this battle were coming to life.

    As we entered the feild, the bullets began to fly. Our numbers began to drop immediatly, but we weren't the only ones dying. The Germans were dying too. I was awestruck at the sight. I was filled with energy, a will to survive. A bullet grazed the side of my face and i pulled out my gun. Its time to seize the day.
    I ran behind a section of a wall that hadn't been destroyed and prepared to fight.

    I began to shoot my gun, aiming right at the Germans. The blood sprayed with every shot that penetrated their skin. They fell down with faces of agony and pain. I'm not giving up. Then I felt someone give a sharp tug to my collar, causing me to hit the ground. It was the face of death. One of the highly trained Schutzstaffel, or SS. He pulled out a knife and moved in to stab me.

    To be continued...........