Berlin, Germany

April 2nd, 1945

10:07 AM

With a loud cry, the Russian lunged his rifle toward Horst. Human instincts took over at that point, and Horst rose up his rifle sideways. The bayonet went through the stock of the rifle quickly. Luckily for Horst, it stopped inches from his face.Horst quickly retaliated and kicked the Russian in the chest as hard as he could; the bayonet came out easily. The impact of the boot had knocked Horst's opponent to the other side of the foxhole. Horst kicked himself from his spot and rammed the opposing infantryman with the stock of his gun. He kept hitting him untill his face was unrecognizable. But by that time the stock had shattered into pieces. He sat back, gasping for air. He regained composure and looked over at Edward.

"Cover me!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Edward said something to his men; they all started a deadly crossfire with just enough room for Horst to slip by into their foxhole. He did so, dropping his rifle as well. He slid easily behind Edward, then tapped him and pointed to a building behind them. Edward nodded, and told one of his men to go with his commander. Horst took out his Walther P38, made sure it was loaded, and took off with his partner. Behind him, Horst heard MG42 fire intensify, to cover his retreat to a sniping location. When they got there, Horst heard a pinging sound, and thought 'A Garand? The Americans are lending weapons to the Communists?' He turned around to see what it was, and saw his partner lying dead on the ground. The bullet went through the weak spot on the German helmet, where the pot and ear cover connects. Horst examined the entry hole. "That's tiny...I thought Soviet weapons did more damage than that?" He looked at the exit hole, and was surprised. They had more than met his standards. The exit hole was large enough to stick a ration can through. Horst sighed, and picked up his rifle. "Hmm...Gewher 43, with scope. Not bad for a kid."

Horst took his position up high in the five story building. He moved one of the desks near a window, but a little bit back. He took a knee, placed his rifle on the desk so enemy spotters couldn't see a rifle barrel, and aimed down his scope. He had a pretty good field of fire. Peeking out of the window diagonal to him, he could see Edward still alive(unlike both their partners), however, he was firing on one particular thing that Horst couldn't see. He leaned over and followed the tracers. They were hitting something big. With wide eyes, Horst switched positions and looked down at the beast with his sniper rifle. It was moving right toward Edward, and wasn't going to stop. Horst took carful aim at the machine-gun firing at Edward.

"Here's my ode to tank crew wisdom..." He said, pulling the trigger. his 7.92mm bullet hit the air-cooled gun at it's weakest point. The barrel shattered into pieces, one part of the metal blocking the barrel so it could no longer fire. However, the gunner was still firing when the barrel broke. So a round hit the metal, stopped, and another round hit that one. The machine-gun blew up, the fire causing the long belt of ammo to explode also. Screaming could be heard from inside the T-34, signaling that the crew was burning to death inside. One man opened the hatch to the tank to try to get out. Horst already had his scope trained on the hatch, as he predicted this. He shot the man, the bullet makeing a clean in and out wound. A wound like that could easily be treated, had it not been a headshot. The resistance stopped after the tank was disabled. Mostly because the tank was a sixty-ton roadblock, but it stopped nonetheless.

Edward stood up, slinging the MP44 his comrade was carrying before he died around his shoulder. Picking up the MG42, he started walking back to the German field HQ which was a mile back. Just as he was about to look toward Horst, a shot rang out among the silence. Slowly, Edward sank to his knees. He fell face first in the rubble.

"Horst...Avenge me...I'll see you in hell buddy." And with that, he died on the cold hard streets of Berlin.

Tears and sweat mixed in his eyes, and Horst looked on for the sniper that shot Edward. A glint of a scope was spotted by Horst. He aimed his rifle at one of the church towers, but when he could see the sniper with his low powered scope, Horst was already in the Russian's sights.