For The Motherland, and into...
A hail shots crashed through the thin wooden door between Viktor and the German squad, Several pierced through his left arm and leg. He collapsed gasping heavily. He could almost hear voices singing There March the Soldiers as his world turned black.
Viktor Kerchenco Dursk, a fine soviet. Was marched into a battle that was to be the death of him. The Germans were to heavily prepared for the upcoming battle. He had no chance when his squad was downed and he was stranded in a fire-station.
He fought valiantly, he died like a dog, and he lived again.
And he didn't entirely enjoy waking up somewhere a child would have imagined.
Editor's note/authors note:
The picture represented is purely for artistic display, found by several searchers and printed several times in different sizes to check for 'imperfections'
most content inside will Not Relate to picture.
Also on accounts of temporary schizophrenia, shakes and several other cases of physical and mental issues due to high doses of medication. Vincent is only Dictating the story, not writing, so if it comes across as, 'childish' or 'nonintellectual' that is solely on my head, Vincent has been in an accident.
More information in last chapter.
The picture represented is purely for artistic display, found by several searchers and printed several times in different sizes to check for 'imperfections'
most content inside will Not Relate to picture.
Also on accounts of temporary schizophrenia, shakes and several other cases of physical and mental issues due to high doses of medication. Vincent is only Dictating the story, not writing, so if it comes across as, 'childish' or 'nonintellectual' that is solely on my head, Vincent has been in an accident.
More information in last chapter.
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