January 1945, Warsaw, Poland
January 1945, Warsaw, PolandJohann stared into the muzzle of a Mosin Nagant pointed at his face. The man at the other end of the g*n was a Red Army soldier, who looked as filthy and exhausted as Johann felt.
“Surrender! Hands up!” the Russian shouted in broken German, and, after a short glimpse out of the corner of his eye, Johann obeyed.
It was senseless to fight, since left and right all his comrades were in the exact same situation. Raising his hands above his head, Johann met the eyes of the Russian, and the realization hit him square in the chest.
My war is over. No more fighting. No more killing.
My war is over. No more fighting. No more killing.The Russian beckoned at him to hand over his weapon and move to where an entire column of Wehrmacht soldie
