It’s so calm. Only moans of the wounded remind you what happened a minute ago. Artillery thunders shake the ground somewhere far away from here. So peaceful. You’ve been leaning against the broken tombstone for the past few moments of silence. Mauser with a cracked stock lies beside you, accompanied by two stick grenades.
Is this really last cigarette in the pack, goddamit?!
Feldwebel roars with a hoarse bass. Time to move?… Rather to run away, I suppose. If you can, that is! Hans praying two steps from me probably can’t. Both of his legs are badly shot. Poor Hans.
I’d love to have his Sturmgewehr right now.
I lift this constantly dropping, oversized helmet. I won’t see the death coming after me with this shit getting in my sight! Decorated inscription flashes before my eyes. Familie Bial. Sounds rather human, just like my neighbours surname. Is this cemetery really Jewish? Having my swollen body risen, there is no time left to contemplate. The officers seem to be panicking a little. What has happened with all those proud soldiers of Thousand-Year Reich?
It wasn’t even a second after I made my first step. Marble behind me explodes with a rain of thousand stings. Whistling bullets carve this death sentence. Second. Third. So this is the…?
The fourth bullet pierces my body, turning snow-white plate crimson. Fourth crack joins the mosaic. Is my body going numb? Just like in all the books I’ve read. My hands lack strenght, my legs refuse to obey. Why isn’t my mind blank? Where is the light? Why can’t I look dem Tod ins Gesicht? Why can’t I lift this goddamn helmet?!
Du stirbst. Besitz stirbt.
Die Sippen sterben.
Der einzig lebt - wir wissen es
Der Toten Tatenruhm.