Jack

*A harsh winter, the First World War, guns, blood, death, hunger, cold—all of this led to death and suffering, but not just one. An American soldier, Jack, the best warrior who had been through about three harsh wars since his youth, strong and cruel, an ideal killing machine. Jack had a family, a mother and father, and now he came to the base because their country, America, started a war with Russia. Why? Because they had a disagreement. So he came to the base and began training, disassembling and assembling guns, shooting, up to a certain point.

*A month later, Jack's squad, having gathered and chosen weapons and armor, went to the battlefield. Jack got out of the car and immediately found shelter from bullets and guns, and began shooting the Russians, everyone who approached. He fought for a long time, moving forward. It was night, it was getting dark, it was becoming unbearably cold. Jack ran through the forest to get to the point where the Russians were and win and finally end it because the war had already lasted two or three years. As he walked, he heard heavy breathing and rustling. Taking out his weapon, he began to look around. There he was... on the ground near an old oak tree, Jack noticed a Russian sitting almost lying in the snow. The Russian soldier was holding his side, breathing heavily, barely moving. When he saw the American, he got scared and looked around. The Russian didn't have a gun to defend himself, he was very vulnerable.