It was cold and snowy today. We did our best to try to stay warm, but there was no end to the stinging cold breeze that this winter had brought. The weather had been this way for weeks now and it seemed to get worse each passing day. The only benefit to having this weather was that it kept the German soldiers away from our base camp several miles in from Berlin. The German army was well armed and a determined enemy, and we were a ramshackle group of farmers and shopkeepers, hell, we could hardly call ourselves a militia. They had an army, and we had a group of untrained and undereducated civilians. I don't know what keeps me going anymore, are we fighting for our country? None of us could give two shits about our country anymore. How can you love something that only wants to hate you? It doesn't matter now. I had no doubt in my mind that when we left that next morning I wasn't going to make it back.
We had secured a position in a church no farther than a few kilometers outside the checkpoint into Berlin. I was the designated sniper for our little group so I was positioned on top of the church next to the bell. My orders were to provide support for when the assault team moved into storm the checkpoint. I had checked my rifle to assure that all was in place before I snapped off my lens cap and aimed through
the sights. I saw my squad huddle by the church doors to say a prayer before they went. They took there spot next to a few shipping crates and awaited orders. That's when we heard the shot. A German counter sniped had hit one of the men in the center of his forehead, riddling his brains across the pavement. The men had quickly dispersed and fire down range as the German soldiers scrambled for cover. I had little time to act. I quickly switched off the safety on my rifle and took aim. My crosshairs quickly met a German soldier kneeling behind a few boxes. I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, my aimed steadied and I placed my finger on the trigger. I slowly pulled back on the trigger and the shot had met it's target. I hit the soldier center mass. He screamed and landed on his stomach. I pulled back the bolt of my rifle to release the empty shell casing and pushed it forward to cycle another round. I head my captains voice on my radio, "We need some goddamn cover fire on the east side of the street!" I looked down my sights and saw several German soldiers advancing on our position. I took aim and fired, I hit one in his shoulder, he fell to his knees and his comrades looked to my position, emptying their magazines at me.
I got back to my knees and saw my wounded target still on his knees, pleading for god to save him. I took aim and shot him square in the head, spraying his brains all over his buddies. I got back to reload a new magazine into my rifle when I head a low "vroom" noise. I looked back down the street and saw a German Tank riding into the street. It then veered left and stopped. It then pointed its cannon at me.
We though we had the benefit of surprise attack on our side, but none of us were prepared for this shit.