The battle... Our men began firing, our machine gunners hitting whatever they could. I tried thinking of what the Oberst would do. We were running out of ammo and had lost many men. The french would not stop coming, either. They were already so close... I ordered them to engage in melee combat when they got into the trenches. They were to take their rifle and ammunition and fight till they could no longer. 6 hours passed... And... Only 325 of us have escaped... I saved them as well. The sad thing is... I cannot forget Schutze Erwin Justav's face... He was 17... He had a gash in his chest, along with being impaled. I tried my best... I cannot take it anymore. I saw the death... The moaning, the screaming, yet his look terrified me the most. Pure terror... His eyes were fading in and out, but you could hear it in his breath. Funny thing was, he was not the one to cry, but it was me. I remember thinking about how cocky we were... How we caused this to happen. How I caused this to happen. I was given the Obersts sword, it was scavenged by a jager. The sword will represent a new me.
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Shelter
Fiksi SejarahShelter is a story about a Gefreiter (Corporal) in World War Two. Shelter is will be based in Verdun, where over 200,000 people died. It was a major conflict in World War I. At the time Gefreiter was a rank for Corporal in Artillery service. Any way...
