Alexander was admiring a photo of his girlfriend that he just recently recieved in the mail while sitting on the turret of his Black Eagle tank at sunset. He missed her deep blue eyes with that hint of green that somehow made them more mysterious, one of the features he most loved in his girl. Then there was her light brown hair that wasn't too long or too short but perfect with a little pony tail that she sometimes let trail in her path of beauty and energetic mysteriousness that he loved so much. He could be in Lvov with his Tanya at the forward outpost, where he had to leave her, but after the leveling of Frankfurt his battalion was to support the spearhead as it steamrolled Germany. He thought it was pointless seeing as the entire German army ran off to France or turned themselves in. knowing there was no resistance they used the highways to maximize fuel effiency and direction finding.
The 9th Battalion, as they were known, had their tanks refueling in Cologne and were to move out that night into what remained of Frankfurt. Resistance was down to maybe a local with a shotgun who just got picked off by snipers who needed "target practice". Surface-to-air-systems weren't set up; there was nothing to attack them. The Luftwaffe was destroyed, France was trying to get its defenses together, as was Britian, and the US was actually proud that Russia was spreading capitalism to these socialist like nations that made up the European Union. Also, the US and Russia were crushing terror elements in the Middle East which was very important to the US. They didn't know the true intentions of the Russians as the armies drew closer and closer everyday as they slammed Iran.
"Comrades! Prepare your tanks for the assault!", the Battalion commader directed.
"...yeah the 'assault'...whatever, comrade captain shall we proceed?"
"Yes comrade Alexander, and remember we are going to Frankfurt not Lvov!", Alexander and his captain laughed and climbed into the Black Eagle tank. With the shot of a flare they switched on their night vision and began their drive to Frankfurt.
Alexander wasn't the best, or the worst, tank driver in the battalion. He was a simple Russian who grew up in Voronezh. He met Tanya in Moscow when he graduated from the basic driving course for the army. She was just watching the parade and somehow their eyes met. When the ceremony was over everyone went to go talk to Gen Kalasnikov, a great Russian tank commander, he rushed over to her. At first they just looked at one another for what seemed an eternity, but they broke out of it long enough to introduce one another. They then walked hand in hand around Red Square the Kremlin until sun down. At sunset while under St. Basil's Cathedral, which was glowing a dark orange, they told eachother how suddenly they came to love one another. Though neither of them new if it would work out they had a weird feeling that it would and kissed under the dark orange cathedral as the sun fell below the horizon just as they fell in love.
Alexander had all these memories to keep him happy yet longing as he starred into the different shades of green that somehow made the night visible and stayed in his lane on the German highway. All he had to do was get this war machine into Frankfurt and maybe he could see Tanya and tell her how much he....
The tanks all came to a screaching halt and popped their smoke to make themselves less visible.
"Comrades! We have a...."
The lead tank burst into flames and the turret flew up 20 feet. All Alexander could hear was the sound of helicopter blades spinning and all the 12.7 mm machine guns firing into the sky. Then he heard the turbines taking in lead and sounding like a dying animal as the helicopter slammed into the concrete. Just then out of the corner of his eye he saw four men with shoulder fire anti-tank missiles, but he couldn't move with all the tanks in front him. When he heard the deep swoosh sound of one of the rockets heading for his tank he only had time to think of his Tanya and barely time to pray, even though he was not devotely religious.
Four large explosions rocked the column and the men who fired the rockets were mowed down by machine gun fire. This was the last fight the Germans put up. When the helicopter didn't return to its tempory outpost in France the German government surrendered all territory to Russia.
Alexander's death wasn't even counted at the high levels. As far as the generals were concerned everything was perfect and why spoil the celebration with going to some random comrade's funeral?
Tanya was at the market trying to figure out what was what; it was all in Ukrainian. When Lieutenant Ivan, Alexander's best friend who was in the Air Force, walked up to her in full dress uniform she was not expecting the dreadful words that he had.
"Privyet Ivan!...you know a little Ukrainian...are these peaches or apricots?"
"Uh...well...those are apricots, but I..."
"Oh! Thank you Ivan! Did you hear the 9th Battalion rolled into Frankfurt today?! Now I can see Alexander again! Do you know how he is doing? Probably lonely without me just as I have been without him."
"That is why I'm here to see you...he..well..he.."
"Oh no...are you telling me they won't move the family and friends outpost forward?!"
"Uh...well...his column was ambushed and his tank was hit...I'm sorry, but he was a good soldier, friend, and I'm sure he loved you as much as you love him..."
She fell to her knees, "Pochyemu?! pochyemu?! pochyemu?!", she cried all week while everyone else cheered at the fall of Germany.
Although Germany fell quickly it was expected that, since NATO was cornered, the fighting would get tougher.
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