My Third Empire

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Dear:

Everything here is very bad, completely different from when training. We were waiting in a closed, choking train car for a whole day before we came to the frontline where we were needed. Here we received our rifles, and we can see that these weapons are very well contained.

We fought on the Eastern Front of the Soviet Union. The last time we were in a field of wheat. A new soldier was hit by a Soviet sniper because he did n’t lower his body. He fell in the field, and we could n’t do anything about it. Find him, you know how difficult it is to find a person lying down in the field. By the time the medic found the poor man, he had already died, and we all spent that day in fright and frustration.

Another terrible battle was when we attacked and broke into an unmarked minefield. We didn't realize that we were in danger until a soldier was cut by a mine. In the end, we could only retreat in situ. More than 100 soldiers didn't even see the enemy, so we returned to the place of departure.

Now, we are on the border of Germany, yes, on the border. Walking 1000 meters to the east is the Soviet controlled area, and I am leaning on the trenches to write this letter to you. There is a defense line of at least 10,000 friendly troops around me, and people are everywhere in the trenches, but fortunately I found an ammo box and I can sit and write this letter to you.

There are corpses everywhere, ours, the Soviets. As long as the Soviets rushed over, or when we were planning to rush over, the bodies would quickly accumulate, pressing one upon the other, with a unique sense of corruption. I really want to go back to you, I swear to the gods.

The last time you wrote, it was said that Mrs. Velen next door received a government notice that her son was killed, which stated that his son was a hero. But I can only regret to tell you that none of the deceased people I saw died heroically. They were hit by bullets and fell to the ground to howl, begging the medical soldiers to save themselves; or they were directly killed by bullets or shells. , Collapsed like suddenly fainting.

I dragged those unlucky people, pulling their clothes on their hands, all of them blood stains. Sometimes I have n’t dragged them back into the trenches, and they have lost their breath. After the battle, I always felt that my hands were covered with blood, and I couldn't wash it clean.

Two years ago, I never imagined that I now rely on killing every day in exchange for a chance to live. The Soviets will not stop to listen to my explanation, so I can only use their own weapons to calm them down. Yes, I killed people, and many people. I shot and killed at least ten Soviet soldiers. I also used the bayonet to finish one by myself. For this, I received two medals and was promoted to a post-sergeant.

Speaking of murder, dear, in this crazy and desperate place, it is actually a very easy thing. There is no psychological pressure and no obstacles. I just aim the weapon at the enemy's body in the distance, then keep the posture and fire. Soon you can see the other party struggling for a while, then fall down and disappear, and all you need to do at this time is to turn the muzzle and aim at the next target.

The head of state has equipped us with a lot of efficient killing weapons, which is very thankful news for us who want to save lives on the battlefield. My g43 rifle can automatically load and load bullets, as long as I keep pulling the trigger, I can continue to hit. The 10-round magazine can be loaded with 5 rounds of standard magazines, which is a very useful weapon.

At least I was still resting away from the front line the day before yesterday, with hot bath water and hot meals, so I should n’t complain like that. However, when we passed a row of corpses of Soviet soldiers who had not yet had time to bury them, and came to a position only 11,500 meters away from downtown Moscow, the Soviet army greeted us with artillery. There were 4 soldiers killed in the company, the nearest one was less than 20 meters away from me.

The **** war made me leave you for such a long time, but my thoughts of you have never stopped. God knows why we should give up a good life and walk here with a gun, in order to compete for a piece of land hundreds of meters wide, and sacrifice thousands of lives. Maybe the head of state is right, but I can't see anyone's happy expression here.

Revitalizing Germany has always been my ideal, but my dear, I do n’t know if what I am doing is actually fighting for my country. I'm fighting almost every day, but in the land of other countries, I swore to the flag to loyalty to my head, Akado? Rudolph, but I am very scared now, afraid that I will sworn to loyal to the head, let me Fight this **** war to the end of the world.

I should n’t complain so much, should I? The main reason for complaining for so long is that my vacation was cancelled again, and I had to stay on the front line to wait for the next rotation vacation. Not being able to see you makes my mood suddenly worse, so please forgive my complaints and noise ...

At the time of writing, a large, rough hand full of black mud was pressed on not-white paper. This hand belongs to his chief, which is the company commander of the company: "If I were you, I would not write like this. You know that the postal department has very high requirements for letters. Obviously, what you write can only be Let them accidentally 'lose' your letter. "

The company commander said while looking for a place to sit down, looked at his men, and then lit a cigarette before continuing to say: "They will not let this letter be sent back, if you want it really Talk to your wife about something and choose some nice words to write. Then your wife will know that you are still alive and can write to your family. "

"I know, sir. I'm just venting. My letter was placed in the postal department yesterday. The writing on it may be described by Fan Wen." The German soldier who wrote the letter put his hands away with a smile. Then unscrew the kettle and take a sip of water: "You know, I am a German teacher, so sometimes I like to write these things."

He said while ripping a letter that was wonderful but would never pass the censorship from the letter paper, and then put it in his hand as much as possible. In fact, he did not need to remind him to know that such a letter could not be mailed home, so he really just vented and did not really mean to mail this letter.

"Yes, Mr. Wenger. I know you are a teacher, and I also know that you used to be a good German teacher." The commander-in-command looked at the paper filled with words written by his men. Ripped it off, and then began to ripped it one by one, and let go of my heart. He squeezed a smile and said a little regretfully: "You shouldn't be here. You should be on a podium in a small town school and talk about what children are willing to listen to."

"Maybe, it's a pity that there are too many things that shouldn't be." Hans Wenger smiled bitterly, then threw the shredded letter to his feet, and stepped on it twice with his foot to confirm that the stationery had been trenched. The silt in it was completely destroyed before raising his head: "Maybe this war should have ended long ago, right?"

The company commander looked at Wenger and finally sighed: "Weinger, we have all vowed to be loyal to the head of state. Do you think only you will complain? Everyone knows that this war has reached the point where it is now, It should have ended long ago, but why do you insist on being here? "

He paused, then looked at the looming barbed wire in the distance: "We all know that the war is over, and the head of state also knows. But we must end the war as a winner, don't we? Can you imagine? If we lose, What about Germany? "

It became scorched earth like Stalingrad, and then a large area of ​​land was divided up like the German occupation zone. Their children may be sent to concentration camps, and their wives will become other people ’s playthings ... If Germany loses the war, everything they do for the heads of state and the German nation will become a bargaining chip for evil Every German person in the future.

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Sunny afternoon in a small town in Bavaria, Germany. A slightly fat girl looked at the messenger from the postman. She used her tender fingers to tear open some curled envelopes, and then began to read the contents of the letter.

Dear:

I ’m fine on the front line. Here I can take a hot bath and eat hot meals. I do n’t know how much they have to spend to build such a good front line camp for us.

The people around are fighting desperately, they are bleeding and sacrificing for the motherland. I stood among a group of heroes, and I felt that the power was almost endless. We are trying to defeat these Soviets and strive for a greater living space for our future generations. God testified that I had never been scared, nor had I been worried, because my love for you made me move forward on the battlefield.

The head of state is with us, the victory is with us, and my heart is always with you. I will kill the enemy desperately. General Klug will act like a god. Our army has been winning ... Maybe before the winter comes, we will end the war. At that time, I will bring you a lot of medals to meet you .

Love you, Hans Wenger.

The girl closed the letter in her hand, and her face showed a smile like the bright sunshine at the moment. She rubbed her hair in her ears with her hand, and then looked to the far east, where her beloved was there, on the outskirts of a city called Moscow.