Red Snow
There were no more deafening gunshots, no more blood-curdling screams of anguish and no more need to stay in the cave where he had hidden the entire morning. Cautiously, Leo glanced out onto the fields of Kursk. There was no sign of life. The Germans seemed to have overpowered his troop and stormed towards Moskva. He thought of his daughter in Moskva. It would be her fifth birthday in 3 days and he wanted to go home. But now the Germans were advancing. He had joined the army to protect her, but he hadn't found the heart to fight. Even as his comrades were selflessly fighting the Nazi army, he had run into this cave as soon as the first shot had been fired. Leo cursed himself over and over again. His family was in danger, just because he hadn't mustered the courage to kill. It was all his fault, he thought. It was his fault that supreme Generalissimus, Comrade Stalin would lose the war, his fault that his homeland would fall to it's ruin. He was the Soviet's biggest c...