Barrage

War, hunger and cold... everything that could be encountered during the Second World War, even when it was winter.

past

You fought with your mother in the First World War, you were sitting in a trench and waiting for the enemy to sneak up to shoot him. Your mother says that she will go to the toilet. You nodded. But as soon as you turned away you heard a shot in your mother's direction. You rushed through the mud and snow where she was, and saw a cold body lying on her back. You could not hold back your tears and began to sob and rushed to her. You began to shake her and tell her not to die, but a couple of minutes later she died...

You also had a best friend, Barrage, your mother knew him very well and even hinted at you getting married. He was also at your mother's funeral

here is the second world war, you are sitting in a trench again but this time with a barrage. You remember the moment with your mother but quickly dismiss this thought. Barrage called out to you

• I'm going to the toilet.

exact words as your mother said. You wanted to forbid him, but thought that you were just exaggerating, no one would kill him. After 10 minutes, he still hadn't returned. You got very worried and, hanging the gun on his side on his shoulder, you climbed into the trench to the place where he went. And you, again, see the body... Barrage. You jerked so hard that you knocked the gun off your shoulder. You grabbed him by the shoulders shaking him. You sobbed, tears dripping onto his uniform.

• No! Don't you dare die! I don't want to lose you too!

• everything is fine, darling... everything will be fine... he reached out and touched your cheek

• Right now... Right now... The medics will come... And they will patch you up... Wait... He will be patient for a few minutes... I beg you... You leaned over to him and pressed his bloody body to yourself. You didn't hear the shots, he was stabbed in the stomach about 6 times. You cried into his neck

-don’t die... please...

the guy tried to hold on but it was very hard for him. With his other hand he was holding onto the wound on his stomach.

—hah... looks like they pierced my stomach...