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Disaster

Although I wish I could say the same, about him now. It was during an attack against the opposing American Soldiers, that this fateful day happened, to be honest, it makes me want to burst into a yowl of tears, everytime I remember it. But crying won't solve anything, infact it would only make the matter worse.

On November 17th 1950 we had been ambushed, caught off gaurd by the Americans, as they came hurdling into no man's land, shooting Russian soldiers in the trenches dead, left and right, one of those unfortunate soldiers, was my best freind.. Nikolai.

I was so caught up and bewildered in the gun fire, I didn't even know what was happening, all I could hear was the spitting whizzes of bullets and the thundering, clattering of grenades, on the battlefield, in my daze I snapped back to reality, before I even knew what was happening, a bullet came charging full speed right towards my
chest.

It all happened to quickly, as Nikolai pushed me aside, I watched as the bullet pentrated through his skin, as he imdiately dropped his riffle, he too plunged to the ground, I was left there in the trenches, holding my dear best freind, as he bled out, he was certainly on his way to death's door. The constant dispute still ongoing around us, it was almost if time had stopped, when he looked up at me one last time.

His Green, Hazel eyes, lancing back into mine, placing a hand on my knee, as I crouched down next to him, he spoke, coughing up blood. "I love you Koyla, stay strong for me". My eyes began to stream with tears, that was the first time I ever wept so hard I thought I'd pass out. With his head slowly cocked to the side his heavy hand on me, became stone cold.

I screamed, so loud my lungs felt like they were going to burst, I didn't want him to go, he was my best freind, like an older brother I never had. I tried to pick up his body, to take him with me, as I attempted to lug him over myself so he at least could have a proper burial, I couldn't accept that he was gone, I didn't want to belive he was really dead, in such a small length of time too.

"Kid it's not going to work, we have to move". I looked over my shoulder to see Viktor "NO IM NOT LEAVING HIM, HERE!". at this point, I truthfully didn't care if I were to get slaughtered on the spot like a lamb anymore, my eyes began flooding with more tears, as I felt my legs go weak.

My vision had become cloudy, from my constant bleating, perceiving I wasn't going to shift, Viktor hoisted me over him as I kicked and screamed.
Among the other soldiers that died during that unexpected ambuscade that day, our commander had met his fate too.

"Its time to go, NOW!". with that, viktor safely guided the other troops, away from the deverstating bloodbath that took place, I tightly gripped onto viktor, my hands shaking like leaves, as I thought about what I would do next in my life, without Nikolai the future looked like, nothing more than a black and white picture frame.