Boom! Boom! Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat!
The sounds of war loomed over the wintry landscape. As the Soviets and Nazis were battling each other, both were losing ground. Blood covered the snow, and mortars came down along with the snowflakes. Ammo was a luxury; the Soviets were too blinded by their rage for the Germans to notice they were being cut down. Two in particular, were trying to retreat. "Dovi, Dovi!" One German however, saw them desperately running, and quickly dispatched them with two fatal bullets to the skull. This German footsoldier, was named Edward Schmidt, or "Eddy", as his friends called him. "Auf Wiedersehen, communist pigs!" His gun, a machine pistol, or MP40, was newly manufactured, and proved to be useful. Edward casually walked up to the Russian corpses, looted them, and went back to his battalion with two bruised rifles. -
Adolf Hitler was in a bad mood. His troops were not in good shape, and neither was Berlin politically. His facial expression plainly showed disgust, and his staff tried to avoid being around him. He couldn't remember a time when anything good happened to him for a long time. He faintly hears his mother's voice. "We don't serve your kind here. Leave!" "I should be allowed to eat here." the Jew remarked. "Well, I won't negotiate with your filth," Adolf's mother argued. She then left the dining room, dragging Adolf behind her. He was Six years old at the time, and he had a burning hatred for Jews ever since.
Edward was cheering with the remaining members of his battalion over their latest victory, and they also greived over their fallen brothers. Leaving his group for a break, he went to relieve himself. In the sky above him, a huge vortex of light enveloped him, and anyone around would only hear a whisper that said, "Oh mein Gott!"
