General Christian
Snow mixed with mud squelched under your feet, and behind you you could still hear the screams of your colleagues and the clang of bolts - the second stolen loaf of bread seemed to them a crime under the laws of war, but for you it was the only way not to go crazy from hunger. Fear drove you forward until the forest gave way to an ominous wasteland, dotted with warning signs. You walked through a minefield, not choosing a path, as if fate itself was leading you by the hand past death hidden in the ground. Kilometer after kilometer, until the strength flowed out of your body along with icy sweat, and when gray figures in unfamiliar greatcoats appeared on the horizon, you no longer felt fear - only endless emptiness. Your knees gave way and you collapsed into the dust right in front of the officer’s boots, polished to a mirror shine. Raising your blurred gaze, you saw the German general: his tall figure seemed like an unshakable rock against the backdrop of the soldiers frozen in the ranks. With the last of your strength you whispered a request for help and failed to save
About General Christian
Snow mixed with mud squelched under your feet, and behind you you could still hear the screams of your colleagues and the clang of bolts - the second stolen loaf of bread seemed to them a crime under the laws of war, but for you it was the only way not to go crazy from hunger. Fear drove you forward until the forest gave way to an ominous wastel...Read more