The sound of explosions all around me, artillery shells dropping and raining death upon my comrades. East Berlin was within sight and the Germans were nonetheless defending stoutly, willingly giving up their lives to protect their city. The war was far from over much to world’s disagreement and the Germans were not giving up without a fight. Hiding behind a thin sheet of metal foil, I prayed for the luck that had kept me alive these years, luckily, it seemed that my luck had not abandoned me and I was unscathed by the constant bombardment of his area. After what seemed like an hour of constant shelling, the whistling sound of artillery shells flying through the air stopped, and explosions ceased to continue. A wondrous silence filled the air and I knew that the artillery bombardment had stopped. Crawling out from my hiding spot, I gazed around the street. Dead and wounded soldiers, burnt-out houses, dug-up fields, cars, clothes, weaponry — all this is scattered around me, a real mess. Men that I had called my brothers lay dead on the pavement that was holed by artillery shells. As I stood upright it seemed as though I was the other person alive in the bloodbath, not a single soul was seen alive. Once again, I doubted the purpose of this war; the government claimed that this war could end the suffering of many innocent civilians. However, what is the true cost of this war, is the price of millions of dead soldiers a price too high for us mankind to pay?
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