The Tragedy of War :: history

The Tragedy of struggleWest Russia, World War II One winter day at dark down the artillery opened hurricane fire on the opposites 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. and so the infantry began to demand in order to destroy that which had been missed by the shells. The battle was won owing to one soldier a slender, thin eighteen-year-old boy, named Sasha. There was an immense machine-gun, skillfully hidden behind a stack of big stones. It starfed the exclusively road round a little bridge which was the only room to reach the fortification. No one was able to deduce closer and break down 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. and so he disappeared. A few minutes later a attack explosion was heard and the machine-gun ceased shooting. And there were no holdbacks for invasion. In the evening the capitulum commander of the companies called Sasha in his room. You ignored my explicit instructions he cried. That was the polish off 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 universe 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. convey you, sir, thank you very 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 adios to his best friend Volodya. And Volodya gave him a little purse with money and asked him to support it to his wife in Petropavlovsk where Sasha was expected to catch up the train. At sunrise(prenominal) the next morning the young boy was already travelling with the lorry. In the cabin there were also two men a number one wood and an ex-soldier now an invalid because a shell had deprived him of his right leg.