White. Green. Black. Red

It has been quite some time. Winter passed through, and the green started to reconquer what once used to be its territory. The fire burns close to us. All of us gather around it. Some for the final time. The Operation will begin soon. We are ready. They are not. We move forward the next day. My comrade disintegrated in front of my eyes. A Tiger appears on the horizon. We can take on the Panzer IV. But the Tiger just kills tank after tank, while artillery decimates us. The ground turns black. The earth is scorched. An IL2 flys above. Bombs roar down, then the tanks advance. The field becomes silent. The Tiger has no turrent. I have no legs. The dirt turns red.


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