•PROLOGUE•
1967
-RUN!- a bomb exploded near the young AMX-13, the fragments flew in all directions, he rushed and threw himself to the ground. The explosion made a horrible noise and it became silent again. -Commandant! Are you ok?- a shadow was behind him, another Tanksona was tending its hand for him. -We Don’t have much time sir, take my hand!- he seemed stressed, totally normal, a war is tension, blood, cries and everything that is not peaceful.
They both ran to hide in a hole made by another arty fire. -Aren’t you to young to assume this responsibility, don’t
Dear Peter,
I am so sorry to tell you that Klaus' plane was shot down. He did not survive.
His mother got the message earlier than expected and is as heartbroken as you may be now. That's both of her children. I cannot imagine what she is going through. I know you are fighting for Germany and her people, but I don't understand the waste of life, it seems such a short time since you were all at school together. I cannot imagine this horror for you all in such a near future.
We're going to head to the river where you used to fish during the summer this evening to say a few words for Klaus. It seems very wrong that none of his friends will be
My father used to tell me stories when I was a child about the Giants who gazed at the Earth, and disappointed in the wars of men. Agony had filled their hearts, bringing fire and ash with them. Smoke blocked out the sun, cutting off the outside world, and banished to fight forever on a broken Earth. In the end, the Giants stepped in to put an end to the death. Their judgement was swift and absolute. I wish we had someone to do the same to us.
When I returned home from the war, some of my closest friends and family members (who stayed home) asked how many Germans I killed. I didn’t want speak to them as it was horrifying to know they d
What the Tree at Iwo Jima Saw by WWIIisCool, literature
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What the Tree at Iwo Jima Saw
War is violent, keep this in mind before reading. I don't think this writing begins to cover the horror and violence of World War Two, therefore I did not put a filter on. If you think this needs a filter let me know.
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My home was beautiful. For years, all I knew was paradise. I felt the warm wind weave through my branches. I inhaled the salty breeze; let it seep into my bark. I slouched into the warm waves. I used to watch the waves. I wondered where they came from. For many days I wished I was a wave. Belly Flopping onto the shore, then sucked back into the pacific to visit a
The heels of the gestapo Major’s boots clicked as he circled inside the room. I sat uncomfortably in the wobbly chair centered on the concrete floor. The major stopped in front of me. I stared at the crack in the wall behind his head.
“Now tell me captain. Who revealed to you the location of the factory” The vulture began to circle again.
I stared at the crack harder, hoping that it would split a little further open and make gestapo headquarters crumble to dirt.
“We do have ways of making you talk.”
Everyone had heard the rumors of how the Germans tortured their prisoners.
“It’s funny