Author's Note: This will be my first fanfic, so please give your opinions and if your going to criticize it, give constructive criticism. That way I know what I'm doing well and what I'm doing bad.
Stalin's fortress on fire
Is this madness or hell
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
We're playing the devils symphony
Our violins are guns conducted from hell
With a mighty yell and with every bit of energy I had left I managed to throw the soldier off of me, giving me just enough time to grab the sharpened shovel next to me and axe it into the man's neck. Even with a shovel lodged into his neck, the hatred in his eyes never wavered and with his last gurgled breath, he lifted his arm and shot me in my leg, finally dying of his wounds.
All I could do was yell in pain as I collapsed next to the now dead German. Laying in the trench I was trying to hold, I looked into the sky, that orange illuminated, smoke filled sky. I could still hear the gunfire of combat as soldiers fought for what little ground they could claim.
Two months have I been fighting here. That's a lot longer then the majority of the people here have survived and in those two months we had been pushed back further and further. Stalingrad has literally become hell on earth. Sudden pain from my leg made me cringe and pull into fetal position.
This is probably it; this is where I'll die. I managed to hold my ground longer then I thought without taking one step back. I believe I made my country proud, and I've killed enough Germans to make up for… their losses. If only I could do a little bit more.
I could hear the tanks and infantry getting closer as the ground around me shook. Looking to my side I could see that the German had a grenade on him. Carefully I pulled it off him and hearing that the tanks were nearing I knew that I could serve the Motherland one more time.
With what remaining strength I had, I struggled to pull myself up to my feet, but stayed in the trench and waited. I could feel myself weakening as more blood drained from my body and then they arrived. The ground was shaking tremendously as one of those dammed panzers drove right over me. With this I knew more German infantry were right on top of me.
Pulling myself all the way out of cover I quickly pulled the pin and seeing the closest group of Germans nearby I shouted, "For the Motherland and my comrades". Tossing the grenade, I watched as the explosion ripped them to shreds right before their gunfire could do the same to me.
As the bullets passes through me, I could see my life flash before my eyes.
My name is Ivan Nikoli Avgustin. I was born and raised in Moscow before we later moved to Kiev. With my parents I also had one brother and a sister. There were definitely some rough times growing up, between the economic hardship and lack of food periodically throughout the Soviet Union, but we managed to pull through.
As soon as I was old enough, I began to work in the factories. I worked there for the rest of my life up until the war began. It was then that I saw the worst in humanity as the Germans invaded. The memories of that time are too painful to go over. After the fall of Kiev I was conscripted into the military and from their I spent the remainder of my life in service to the Motherland
As I let out my last breath, I finally felt at peace….