The Great Patriotic War
The red soldier watches the field, half asleep
A noise startles him. It sounds like vehicles!
Maybe headquarters is sending more troops on trucks.
What he saw, horrified him, For the trucks were not Soviet.
There were at least 4 german trucks loaded with troops headed for his position.
The last thing he heard was the sound of whistling, as a German artillery shell lands next to him
The great patriotic war has begun.
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