Darkness, A wintery darkness wasn't uncommon in Russia but with the Germans in their homes it seemed darker, the snow flakes seemed to dance like a ballet that would go on for three seasons and then stop somewhere in between. Things seemed almost peaceful but the sounds of the tanks engines and the nervous mutterings cut through the frigid air like a knife and seemingly reverberated inside Peter's brain. But if he noticed he didn't seem to care as he was trapped inside the thoughts inside his head and trapped on another battlefield.

[I]This city was a ruin the Germans artillery had pounded their positions throughout the day and night, and Peter and a few others had been sent in without rifles too help turn the tide. Their first stop was to hit a trench that had been dug by the Germans and had been taken Earlier that night, so they ran most of the recruits were in ill-fitting stolen German boots so some slipped and were gunned down by MGs, Peter was lucky to dodge the MG fire that sent sprays of dirt and snow into the air he hit the trench and landed face down into a puddle of something red and sticky. Upon closer examination it was the blood of Germans and His comrades commingled in this trench, this trench was thick with blood it even seeped into his boots there must of been inches of it. That's when he heard someone calling "Dimitry, Dimitry come here." He looked around and spotted a radioman who was wounded in the trench and it seemed to be only Peter and this Radio man in the trench so he pointed at himself.

"Yes you Dimitry come here." The radioman called Peter walked over "My names not Dimitry, it's Peter." "Shut up everyone's named Dimitry he's named Dimitry shes named Dimitry everyones Dimitry." The radioman replied his voice rough. "I'm dying Dimitry." The radioman continued, "Shall i call a medic?" 
"No, i know they cannot help me, I must teach you how to use my radio Dimitry. You hit this button to talk to command and these dials change frequencies so like this." The radioman showed him how to dial command and other radios "Then you speak into it like this, Command why don't you send alcohol rations to me anymore?" A bored voice on the other end spoke "Because you drink them all Ivan." 
"Bull shit that's not a reason."
"Get off the radio if it isn't important Ivan." The radioman let the radio go and pushed it towards Peter who took it and strapped it to his back. "There you go Dimitry, now you are a killing machine." Peter got up to run for the next bunch of cover but the radioman stopped him "No Dimitry stay with me it is my dying wish." So Peter stayed and talked with the man the last questions were questions of family. "Do you have a family Dimitry?"
"Well i have a mother and a fath-"
"No no no Dimitry, do you have a wife and children."
"No..."
"When this war is over and you survive find a nice girl and breed like rabbits." Peter took this thought into consideration, this guy was obviously crazy but he had some pretty sound advice, Peter just chopped it up to Russian humor at it's finest. "Do you have family Ivan?' The boy asked, "I do, i have a wife and a five year old child, i hope they are safe and i hope we win this war so things can go back to normal. The only thing i regret is i will not see little Anton grow up." Peter couldn't help but feel for this man he was dying after all and his last thoughts were of home. Dimitry stayed by the mans side until he bled out, the Russian dirt taking his comrades blood there was still life in this man but barely Peter found himself shouting "Medic, Medic, Medic!!!" But by the time the medic came Ivan was gone another patriot claimed in the motherlands defense.[/i]

Peter remembers that day like it was yesterday, from then on it's been trudging through snow, dirt, and blood from one battle to the next. [i]"When will it end."[/i] He thought bitterly, he was tired of fighting, he hadn't killed a man yet and he wanted it to remain that way. When they reached their destination Peter was pulled around by the commissar as he used his radio. He felt like a leashed dog, but he didn't say anything as he knew what commissar's did to soldiers who questioned. Their orders were to push through a small town and take out the German command center in the center of town, Peter readied his rifle and prepared with his comrades to descend into the gaping maws of another battle.