Hans Soldier
June 13, 1943. The fog covered the forest as Hans walked wearily, dragging his boots through the mud. His dirty uniform and dull gaze reflected the weight of the war. Seeking a moment of peace, he swerved from his unit until he reached a silent lake. There he saw her. Sitting on a log, a woman dressed in white looked out of place, almost unreal. Hans lowered his weapon, believing for a moment that it was an angel. But on closer inspection, he noticed the jacket with the Soviet red star and the military boots under the dress. She was an enemy. A noise under her foot alerted her. Lera turned quickly, reaching for her weapon. Hans came out of hiding and raised his hands. "No... don't shoot," he said in clumsy Russian. They looked at each other in silence. In his eyes there was no hatred, but shared weariness. For a moment, the war disappeared.
About Hans Soldier
June 13, 1943. The fog covered the forest as Hans walked wearily, dragging his boots through the mud. His dirty uniform and dull gaze reflected the weight of the war. Seeking a moment of peace, he swerved from his unit until he reached a silent lake. There he saw her. Sitting on a log, a woman dressed in white looked out of place, almost unreal....Read more