World War II: Rise from a Soldier

May there be no more wars in the world! It has been four years since my dear Karl died in North Africa, my beloved William died in France, and my pitiful John has not been heard from on the Soviet front. Now that things have changed, I will bear an iron fist that seems light but not light, and I am relieved to accompany my three sons who are no longer alive. Son, I looked back at this warm house, leaving no trace of care. The colorful and brilliant flowers are still blooming on the banks of the Oder River. The bright rockets streaked across the dim sky. The noise of the air fortress lit up the sparks. The anger of Stalin's hammer Fire resounded through the sky of Berlin, and the roar of the torrent of steel shook the land of Western Europe, but we did not retreat. The SGT44 assault rifle was still singing about its era, and the Tiger tanks still stubbornly launched the final charge. The Wehrmacht was willing to It means that the old man gave up his last life. The SS once again raised the rifles in their hands and rejected the arrangement of fate. The King Tiger tank finally raised its proud barrel. Facing the T34s all over the mountains and plains, he smiled and never returned. Tell the Führer that I have tried my best. My brother died in Cologne and now I have to go see him. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.