Man I'm not joking around either, these dogs are huge dogs, born and bred strong, they're Russian tough.(:
They've been bred to hunt bear after all too, but their first job was being a Shepherd's dog, read to the end, I've posted more information about the dog there (: .
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Initially when the young man was shot, it left Katyusha in a state of shock, as she wasn't expecting him to get shot so suddenly, and so quickly for the matter.
She wasn't able to get out either due to her condition but she knew well enough that the man lies dead with a bullet in the back of his chest.
So she sat there helplessly as the driver put the pedal to the medal to escape the combat zone.
As they drove out, engineers from the light infantry finally arrived and Lev didn't waste any time in ordering them to get his tracks fixed and have a look at the engine. While the main fighting took place up the street and the battle for the middle of the town's begun.
After a few quick exchanges of words with the Chief engineering officer, runners were sent back to bring munitions for the KV-1 with them.
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10 miles from the front lines, 30 minutes later...
Saint Peter's field hospital.
An old tavern that's used as a place for travelers to stop and rest up on these old trails and the main road here has been converted into a field hospital. Since this building and the older married couple who own the establishment did save a many from hypothermia and starvation on Russia's unforgiving nights in winter.
The medical personnel here thought the name of their field hospital should be named after one of the Saints.
Thus, that is how this open field with this ran down tavern has earned the title of St. Peter's field hospital.
There's a few trees planted throughout the field and that is where a lot of the wounded lie, in the shade and out of the heat of the sun.
It's also where Katyusha was set down at, underneath one of the few trees with a sign hanging over their heads with word written on it.
"Ne Kritichno" (Non-Critical)
It's here at this field hospital, that a never ending supply of wounded and the dying are being brought here to be taken care of. Since the travel to a more proper hospital is a good hour away, and many wouldn't be able to survive the journey.
"The pain killers are running dangerously low everyone, they're going to be used for those with far worse injuries then you lot in Non-critical!" A voice calls out drawing everyone's attention over to the source of the voice.
Wincing in pain as she props herself up by the elbow, she frowns a little bit from hearing the news, thinking about what she's going to do to get through the pain.
"Do not fret everyone! The Commissar and the officer in charge of supply management has agreed to an alternative. Everyone will be given an equal share of vodka depending on your condition to numb the pain." The man yells out alerting everyone and the medical staff to the present situation.
Sighing in frustration as she lowers herself more carefully this time to prevent any further pain from shooting up into her from her already leg that's continuing to emit pain.
It's taking all of her strength and will not to cry out in pain from the sharp, and sudden pains that continuously shoot up and through her body.
She'll happily take their crude "pain killer" alternative, but she'll not like it one bit, but just anything to stop the pain is welcoming.
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Katyusha
Historical FictionKatyusha was your average young woman in Russia, that was until June 22 when the Blitzkrieg of Russia began. Her town became war-torn and wanting to fight; she picked up arms with her grandfather's rifle. Driven by revenge and hatred towards the Weh...
