Part 4

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It was 1946, one year after I killed Ana and her whore of a lover. A year since I had seen my Alexandra. I was found knocked out under the window in the bloodied clothes with a broken collarbone by a doctor from our side of the war. He brought me to the closest hospital and nursed me back to health. I was in the hospital for six months and finally released on March 21th, 1946. I had nothing to live for and the guilt ate away at me for a month before I finally decided to join the army and help against the United States forces and their advance. By the time I joined, the United States advance had come to a halt, with their front only about seventy miles outside of Gradden. But I fought with courage and the guilt eating me slowly. After the war ended in 1947 with the United States keeping all their territory, I was offered a job as a detective of sorts for the new president of the Russian States. I took it and was given my first job.

Chapter 9

"So Viktor, you seem to have quite the war record." said President Phobe.

I nodded my head.

"I see that in the Battle of Watcher, you were the one who snuck behind the enemy lines and planted the Sinkhole Bomb." he said.

Ah, the Sinkhole Bomb. A bomb devised by the American scientists during the war that was designed for the military to cause what it was named after. A sinkhole. When it exploded, it was to send a rod into the ground and that rod was to send waves into the ground, somehow causing a sinkhole. I never fully understood how it did it, just what it did and the basic idea.

I remember that day. It was a month or two before the war was over and one of the main army encampments of the United States army was the city of Watcher. My squad leader, Lieutenant Corper, was leading us to the outskirts of the town where the fighting had already begun.

"Now, you all know that we are the squad that has to plant the Sinkhole bomb in the defensive circle they have made in the middle of town." Corper said.

"Sir, if you don't mind my asking why can't we just bomb the circle with planes and tanks?" said one of the other privates.

"Well, I said that to the higher ups and they told me that there is no reason other than to show the power we have!" Corper yelled.

"That is utter bullshit, they are killing our men, and our government want to prove something?" I yelled.

"Let us just do this damn job and win this fucking war!" Corper screamed.

So we kept walking and slowly started hearing the sounds of gunfire and explosions. I looked towards the countryside and saw Ana. I quickly looked away so that she would leave me alone. I looked back and she was gone. We got close to the city and met up with another squad. The lieutenant went and talked to their squad leader and then came back to us.

"Well it looks like this is the squad that is going to help us get into the middle of the town, but when we get there, someone has to run into the middle of the defensive circle and plant the bomb," Corper said, "So who is going to do it?"

No one said anything so I volunteered. There was no loss if I died, so there was no point to not volunteer.

"I'll do it lieutenant." I said.

"Are you sure that you want to do this private?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I will if you would give me the bomb." I said.

He walked up to me and handed me the bomb. It looked like a large silver bullet and was quite heavy. I put it in my bag and closed it up. Corper looked at me and nodded his head, in what I guess was thanks. He turned around and held up his hand to tell everyone to move forward. We got to the outskirts and saw the fighting going on. The buildings were full of soldiers firing their weapons into the middle of town. The squad moved up into the closest building our men held to the middle of town and we looked down onto the battlefield below and saw more war horrors. It was absolutely littered with bodies and body parts, bullet casings, thousands of them, blown up vehicles, and fires. It was an absolute war zone and I was to run straight in the damned middle of the damn thing.

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