It has been years since I've set eyes on the golden wheat fields of my home village. Yet while my heart raced with excitement at finally going home, it shuttered in fear of what it had become. From our hiding spot at the edge of the forest we could see lines of soldiers pioling out from rail cars and taks being rolled out. The whole village had become one giant military outpost where the UbersReich had decided to stage its entire offensive.
"Thats a lot of men, But THAT is our actual target." my eyes fallowed Emilia's gaze to the end of her finger and out towards the rear of the town where on a side track a giant cannon was being loaded. The shells alone where twice the size of a full grown man.
"It's been bombarding our positions for the past three months. Our mission is tasked with taking it out. With the current standing of the UbersReich, it would to costly for them to build another one within the next several years, and may be enough to turn around the war." Edion wasn't in a bad mood for once.
Though Emilia's unit was well trained and the tank Wolf could provide some excellent support i wouldn't be honest if i didn't say i was very skeptical of the plan. Less than fifty men against all of them? almost an entire battalion of men armed and ready to go. it was basically suicide.
"About an hour ago i sent a runner to the rest of our regiment." Emilia replied to my thoughts, "we may be outnumbered but the confusion that the artillery will create, coupled along with stratigetic attacks will see us through this."639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdfpLWRqbo
I even admitted to myself that her confidence was reassuring. So as she had explained to me we had to wait for the next three hours in the crisp air, no fires, no smoking, and no excessive movement. Lest the enemy hears or sees us. At all hours hence forth their would be a 360 parimeter in case any recon or scouts traveled near the area. Till then Emilia's men, along with that Nameless girl and Tomas, as well as myself prepared ourselves for the impending fight ahead. Some of us cleaned our gun, then cleaned it again, others would sort through the ammo cleaning any muddy or rusty shells. Several of us slept, and a few wrote letters that might never be sent.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ610rIUUYDn
Tomas was writing a letter, though i don't know who to. he had no family besides Georg, and well, Georg was dead.
I tapped him on the shoulder.
He finished up his sentence that he was working on before turning back to me. He didn't seem to be angry or sad, his gun still at his side, the closest I had ever seen him to a gun honestly. I wondered if he even knew how to fire it. That didn't matter now anyways. He looked away from me and scooted over, making room next to himself so that i could sit down besides him.
"What are you writing?" at mention of the letter he quickly folded it up and put it away.
"Nothing"
Usually Tomas was full of life. Or at least as one could be in these times. He at least had always seemed happy, and was always showing concern for his comrades among The Lost. If anything he treated them all like family, or at least that was how he treated me.
War can be hard on anyone, or rather, war IS hard on everyone. Families and loved ones lost, it tortures your soul, makes you wish you had done something different somehow, changed the outcome of fate just enough so those people wouldn't die, even at the cost of your own life you would go back and change history.
"Ari."
He suddenly broke the awkward silence. I let out a broken "Yes" and he looked me in the eyes. Not a look of a boy who lost his only family, not of a man going into battle, no I can't really explain the look. I do however know that it would haunt me for the rest of my life. That look sent shivers down my spine. 639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2D2d8E8fV2
He put the letter in his breast pocket and sighed. then he said slowly, "I don't want to die."
Suddenly the air whistled and the bombardment began. The offensive was starting.
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