Words of a Red Army Soldier

By DeafSoldier

Sometime in 1945....

We drive into Germany. We write letters to our family. The censors didn't have to edit words out, as they were all written with words of revenge and victory. As we drove onto Niedenburg, the town was empty, deserted. All the Germans are now fearing the might of our Red Army! We start to torch the place, and through the haze of smoke and dim fire-lights, I could make out the body of a dead woman. I looked closer, and I saw a telephone reciever between her scrawny thighs. I did not bat an eye, as I've been living with Death since 1940. I looked around and I saw a group of German soldiers, right before they were executed. I watched them fall and die. I did not pity them, but I felt happy. Happy is the heart as you drive through a burning German town. We are taking revenge for everything, and our revenge is just. Fire for fire, blood for blood, death for death.

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Published on Thursday, March 6, 2014. Filed under: "Short Story"

Author's Note:

I wrote this in history class earlier. How did I do?

Comments on "Words of a Red Army Soldier"

A former member wrote: oh i know th sweet taste of revenge! I just enjoy reading about wars and their history and almost everything related to it. This was a great read, me likey
On Wednesday, March 26, 2014, DeafSoldier (38) wrote:

Thanks man. I love reading about wars too. Most of my poems are war related.
A former member wrote: You did great man! The numbness you to death you speak of because soldiers were so used to it, is very insightful. Great theme again. This is an interesting war to think about.