“URRRAAA!” I screamed, drowned in the sounds of others. The smoke slowly dissipated. The sound of a whistle pierced the explosions. For I, Dimitri, of the 28th Army, shall liberate Stalingrad from the grasps of the Nazi Invaders.
Our teacher would always tell us about Comrade Stalin’s peril to spread revolution across the world. We’d sing songs about heroes. But, we’d always be warned of the consequences