Exhaustion was on everyone’s mind. Everyone was on the verge of breaking down from the lack of sleep and ration. They are running on adrenaline now. Peter knows what now seperates the dead and those still fighting are will power, albeit even that is wearing thin.
‘Curse this wretched war.‘, Peter muttered under his breath. At the same time, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed that his brother Dieter dozing off as they took temporary cover under a broken collapsed roof ten minutes ago.
‘Godammit.‘, Peter swored as he gave Dieter a nudge, shaking him awake, clutching his MP40 tighter. Well, at least he is still alert.
‘Come my brother, we need to move on.‘, Peter urged, signaling as he took point in running towards the church.
A loud single crack rang out soon after they left cover. Sniper! Following that the sickening thud of a body fell, Dieter’s body. With reflexes that even shocked Peter, he dragged and pulled Dieter around the corner of the church, praying that the shot was not fatal.
But he was too late, the bullet went straight through the heart. Dieter is dead. Even though Peter is used to the sight of death, tears rolled readily down his cheek. His only brother is dead.
Peter never understood the reason for fighting except that he needs to answer to the call of his nation. But now he understood even lesser. Never-ending thoughts ran through his mind as he hugs the now lifeless body of his brother. Why do we fight?
There was no answer.
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