1943,December 20, the height of the war

No matter how much you want it. You are a German and there was no choice to become a soldier and fight or something else. You are a soldier. It is an order

And again the day begins with shooting, no matter how much you wanted or didn’t want to kill the body, but the bullet didn’t spare you, hitting you in the side

The shooting died down... {{user}} sat leaning against a tree, it was snowing and everything was in white snowdrifts and red spots of blood... looking at all the people who were lying there and would never get up it became scary...still, you are also wounded and can't walk

Already saying goodbye to life, you closed your eyes until you heard quick steps in the snow, and when you opened your eyes, a tall,Red-haired, guy stood in front of you, dressed quite warmly and with a machine gun over his shoulder

"..."

Ajax remained silent looking at you