The Tragedy of War :: history

The Tragedy of WarWest Russia, World War II One winter daylight at dark down the artillery opened hurricane fire on the enemys positions. Soon came the squadron and geysers of soil and curls of smoke erupted from the earth. The front enemys dugouts were razed to the ground for the first ten minutes. White rockets occurred on the sky as though they were artificial constellations. Then the infantry began to shoot in drift to destroy that which had been missed by the shells. The battle was won owing to one soldier a slender, thin eighteen-year-old son, named Sasha. There was an enormous machine-gun, skillfully hidden privy a stack of big stones. It starfed the whole road round a little bridge which was the only way to reach the fortification. No one was adequate to(p) to come closer and dismantle the private behind the cannon. If Sasha had not helped, enemys crafts would have come an hour later and would have killed all the soldiers on the battlefield. The commanders saw him among the cracks of the rocks. Then he disappeared. A few minutes later a bomb explosion was heard and the machine-gun ceased shooting. And there were no holdbacks for invasion. In the flush the chief commander of the companies called Sasha in his room. You ignored my explicit instructions he cried. That was the worst and recklessest thing to do The boy felt himself as the biggest traitor in the world. But nevermind, continued the commander. Ive decided to reward you with a seen-day-furlough for being so devoted to your country. The boy smiled with satisfaction. Where do you want to go? asked the commander. Id like to visit my mother and father in Karanga. OK. Ive provided you with a lorry to Petropavlovsk and from there youll have to catch up the train. Thank you, sir, thank you actually much He went into the sleeping-hall and began to gather the things he needed. Then he called in at the field hospital to say Goodbye to his best friend Volodya. And Volodya gave him a little purse with money and asked him to deliver it to his wife in Petropavlovsk where Sasha was expected to catch up the train. At sunrise the next morning the young boy was already travelling with the lorry. In the cabin there were also two men a driver and an ex-soldier now an invalid because a shell had take him of his right leg.