War is never a romantic thing
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War is never a romantic thing.
It's all about loss.
It's a fight to survive.
A fight to destroy the enemy.
A fight to save Stalingrad.
No, it's a fight to save the Motherland.
The sound of roaring artillery.
The buzz of the MG42's.
The moan of a dying soldier.
The roar of a commissar.
A soldier, holding her dying lover.
Softly crying as she sang a song.
As bullets punched a wall, a soldier sat behind.
His ears covered and shivering in fear.
A patriot, letting out a scream bravery,
Throwing a grenade to the enemy.
I have to fight.
I can't run anywhere,
But run to the enemy.
But how?
How can I move?
When there is the enemy,
Suppressing us with their bullets.
I turned to my leader,
Leaning behind a concrete wall.
He is confused.
Wondering how to flank the enemy.
He looked to my direction,
I could see his eyes.
Confused and scared at the same time.
Then I saw the one I fear the most.
A grenade landed on my side.
Quickly grabbing it, I stood up.
With all my might, I threw it.
Then it hit me.
Within a few seconds after I threw it, I was shot.
I fell to the cold snow, I felt my warmth slipping away.
The grenade exploded in front of the enemy,
It disabled their MG42!
I heard my commissar, yelling out an order.
With a cry, my fellow soldiers rushed in,
Defeating the enemy.
I meanwhile, I wasn't doing so good.
My blood, ruining the white snow.
Turning to my left,
I saw the woman.
She knelt beside me,
Like a mother comforting his son.
She embraced me, holding me tight.
"We will get you out of here." she said
"I promise you I will never let you go."
I closed my eyes for one last time.
I was afraid.
I feared for my life.
I wanted to do more.
I want to serve my Motherland.
But Fate has other things in store for me.
My heart finally beat it's last beat.
The warmth finally left me.
I lay there.
Held by an arms of a woman.
My body finally gave up.
Think of the lives that were lost.
Lives lost while serving the defense of the country.
The Battle of Stalingrad is the battle I gave my life for the Motherland.
A battle where I lost everyone I had.
My friends, my brothers.
Even my enemies, I felt sorry for them as well.
That is why, war is never a romantic thing.
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A/N: Hello and thanks for reading this Call of Duty 2 fan-poem. I began writing this after I finished the Soviet campaign in the hardest difficulty.
So give me criticisms. Constructive ones to be exact. Love it? Put it in your faves then. Ooh, don't forget the reviews!
I'll see you all on the next fanfic!
-D. Alighieri