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The Great Patriotic War part 1 Thu Feb 28, 2013 2:26 pm
ThatGuy5
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Reputation : 0 Here I am, marching towards the enemy. They stand there in a line, as if they were waiting. I suppose I should prepare for what's coming, after all, a new dawn in breaking, and now is the calm before the storm.
Three Months Before
My name is Afanasi Datsik. I am the junior captain of the Fifth Regiment of the Armed Forces of Soviet Socialist Republics Red Army (I personally believe that name is WAY too long). I was third in my class at the Military Acadamy of the RKKA, leading to my official title. Unofficially, I lead the Fifth Regiment with a friend because the Colonel is an old drunk, acomplete waste of resources .
Our unit is small, only 250 men, but highly effective against the Nazis. It helps that we are the elite regiment, and given the best and most supplies. Whilesome saps don't even have shoes or guns, we have all we need. We are a gifted and lucky few, used in tactical operations. Of course, most were drafted, but not I, I willingly joined, but that's for another time. Now, we fight.
"Attention!" I shout, "we now go to fight, as Comerade Stalin has commanded!"
Vladim Krusken, the other junior captian and unofficial leader continues "We shall strike the forces of the Nazis and prevail! It is time to avenge the deaths of our comerades at Stalingrad by destroying this city of Ploesti."
Vladim is an excellent leader, however I feel concerned about his feelings towards Comerade Stalin. I'm good at noticing things: expressions, feelings, test answers (Guess part of the reason why I graduated third of my class) and I can see his lack of enthusiasm towads Comerade Stalin and his ideas. Well, I suppose that doesn't matter at the moment. What matters is that the 7th Regiment is distracting the Nazis on the West side, and that must now rush to strike the Eastern side. Good thing we're close.
I don't often fight with the soldiers, but I will now to raise morale after the incident last week. Naturally, I hang around the middle, the front line is the one killed most often and the back row is massacred during traps. I am too important to die after all. The pounding of the guns is ahead. "For our Comerades at Stalingrad!" So it begins.
Three Months Before
My name is Afanasi Datsik. I am the junior captain of the Fifth Regiment of the Armed Forces of Soviet Socialist Republics Red Army (I personally believe that name is WAY too long). I was third in my class at the Military Acadamy of the RKKA, leading to my official title. Unofficially, I lead the Fifth Regiment with a friend because the Colonel is an old drunk, acomplete waste of resources .
Our unit is small, only 250 men, but highly effective against the Nazis. It helps that we are the elite regiment, and given the best and most supplies. Whilesome saps don't even have shoes or guns, we have all we need. We are a gifted and lucky few, used in tactical operations. Of course, most were drafted, but not I, I willingly joined, but that's for another time. Now, we fight.
"Attention!" I shout, "we now go to fight, as Comerade Stalin has commanded!"
Vladim Krusken, the other junior captian and unofficial leader continues "We shall strike the forces of the Nazis and prevail! It is time to avenge the deaths of our comerades at Stalingrad by destroying this city of Ploesti."
Vladim is an excellent leader, however I feel concerned about his feelings towards Comerade Stalin. I'm good at noticing things: expressions, feelings, test answers (Guess part of the reason why I graduated third of my class) and I can see his lack of enthusiasm towads Comerade Stalin and his ideas. Well, I suppose that doesn't matter at the moment. What matters is that the 7th Regiment is distracting the Nazis on the West side, and that must now rush to strike the Eastern side. Good thing we're close.
I don't often fight with the soldiers, but I will now to raise morale after the incident last week. Naturally, I hang around the middle, the front line is the one killed most often and the back row is massacred during traps. I am too important to die after all. The pounding of the guns is ahead. "For our Comerades at Stalingrad!" So it begins.
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