The Tragedy of War :: history

The Tragedy of War tungsten Russia, World War II One winter day 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 turn over as though they were artificial constellations. Then the infantry began to shoot in order to destroy that which had been missed by the shells. The battle was won owe to one soldier a slender, thin eighteen-year-old boy, named Sasha. There was an enormous machine-gun, skillfully hidden behind a stack of big stones. It starfed the whole itinerary round a little bridge which was the only way to advance the fortification. No one was able to come closer and dismantle the orphic behind the cannon. If Sasha had not helped, enemys crafts would have come an min later and would have killed all the soldiers on the battlefield. The commanders saw him amo ng the cracks of the rocks. Then he disappeared. A few minutes later a bomb enlargement was heard and the machine-gun ceased shooting. And there were no holdbacks for invasion. In the evening the chief commander of the companies called Sasha in his room. You ignored my explicit instructions he cried. That was the worst and recklessest involvement to do The boy felt himself as the biggest traitor in the world. yet 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 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 Goodbye to his outflank friend Volodya. And Volodya gave him a li ttle 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 bordering morning the young boy was already travelling with the lorry. In the cabin there were also two men a driver and an ex-soldier promptly an invalid because a shell had deprived him of his right leg.