The Soldier And The Hellhound

Tarikak

Tarikak forward operating base 1530 hours

"Marko, over here." Said my commanding officer Dima.

"What is it sir?" I asked him.

"I have been notified that one of our tanks has been disabled and we need to go rescue the crew."

"What type sir?"

"The Maus Sergeant."

"MOTHERFUCK!"

"What?"

"That's my brothers tank. When do we leave?."

"Immediately, get your men ready."

"Yes sir."

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"We are two minutes out! Weapons check!"

We were in a transport truck heading towards the Maus.

We thought we were prepared for anything that might get thrown at us.

We couldn't be more wrong.

Ten minutes later we were getting shredded by heavy fire, we had walked right into a trap.

I couldn't do anything to stop it, Dima was dead, in fact most of my squad was dead.

All around me were the bodies of my dead comrades.

Some were missing heads, some limbs and some had their guts blown out point-blank by a shotgun, but they all had one thing in common, they were all covered in hot, thick, stinking blood.

During a lull in the fighting we regrouped inside the tank.

"Sergeant we're getting shredded out there"

"I know that corporal."

"What about the tank sir?"

"I'm getting there, Anatoli can you repair the turret?"

"Yes sir I can but I need time."

"We can give you five minutes, can you manage that?"

"Yes sir I can."

"Then get to work, now."

"Yes sir."

"Alright Artyom, you stay and help Anatoli, the rest of you we're going to hold them back so that Artyom and Vadim can repair the guns. Any questions?"

"Nyet."

"Alright, let's go."

When we got out of the tank the enemy was only 20 metres away from the tank.

"Alright let's do this boys."

"Yes sir."

We were fighting for our lives even though we knew that we were not going to return home alive (or intact).

Unknown to them a strange shape was watching them a short distance away.

"This oughta be good." Pyra said sitting back on her haunches.

"I'm gonna enjoy watching this."