Comrade Stalin Revolution
“Comrades! We have pushed back the Fascists from the outskirts of Moscow,” Commissar Petronov said. The wailing sound of Katyusha rockets blazed from behind, “you see, my friends? We have destroyed the enemy’s spirits,” sounds of screaming came from the ashes of smoke that laid ahead, “and now, we destroy their lives! Onwards, to Berlin!”
“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
“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