It's been years since that incident now, I still feel the heavy ache in my heart, nothing has ever been the same without him since, I still think about him every night, because truth be told I'll never forget him.
What would have life been like if he was still here? I find myself wondering from time to time, although I belive its best not to dwell on these feelings..its like a bandage, if you keep removing it to look at the wound, it'll never heal.
I know Nikolai wouldn't have wanted this for me, he didn't sacrifice himself for nothing..that's why I must fight, fight for our country, fight for everybody, to protect the vulnerable.
If I die here, at least I know I'll see Nikolai again and that I served everybody well, including our country, which is what lead me here in the first place, without coming here I would've never met, Nikolai, Viktor or Timofey and Olezka.
This is why I write to you..to whoever reads this, stay strong comrade.
Firmly, I glutch my riffle, I can see the tips of the American Soldiers hat's I know there here, I shall fight with every last breath of my body.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭.
Note from Author: thankyou so much for reading, I hope you really liked reading this, as much as I had fun writing it!~
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Хроники холодной войны {₮ⱧɆ ₵ØⱠĐ-₩₳Ɽ ₵ⱧⱤØ₦ł₵ⱠɆ₴}
Historical FictionSet during the 1940s the start, of the cold war, the story shows the reader how much the following events, affected the characters life. Koyla, a fourteen year old Russian soviet soldier, persits throughout the story, right till the very end.
