The shells rained non - stop as we huddled in hastily constructed in bunkers, trenches and fox holes with a torn cityscape in the background.
Sleep was a luxury we were almost deprived of as we kept on trying to repel the enemy.
Fighting day and night took its toll on our minds and bodies. The storm was getting worse but we pressed on as the sharp thundering of guns and bombs surrounded us.
I didn't think we would pull through it this time but as I looked up I saw an armada of our helicopters and transports planes dropping off reinforcements.
Slowly we fought back at a snails pace, every inch of the ground that lay before us cost the lives of young men and women.
The bitter cold and our comrades were we had left after the storm had lifted.
25 weeks,12 days and 1 hour was how long our battle lasted.
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