On Pokrovsk

Behind the fog dawn, does not want to get up. Only motors sneak shadows and sirens, that every night do not want to sleep, where they are, why I do not hear them today ..

 That road in Pokrovsk, where the troops enter, on the road, which, as it seems, there is no end, on which people are erased .. And entered it, as if cards in the back beat fate ..

The machine gun burns like a torch in my hands, and I can't let go of it. I'm too engrossed in the battle.

 I didn't hear the tiger sneaking up on me from behind, and I didn't expect it. All I felt was the sharp pain in my throat, and then I realized that I was being stabbed.

 Blood was pouring from my throat and nose, but why? I had overslept my watch, but unfortunately, it turned out to be my own people. All I could hear were the cries of "Brothers! Brothers! I've silenced the machine gun, so come here quickly, I've been waiting for this for a long time. Glory to Father Bander! Sig Heil!"
 
And there's no morality here, it's just a disaster, someone has unfortunately joined the enemy's side. But this is the price we must pay. For the victory that not everyone has reached!!