The blast of my gun is muted only by his skull and the wet splattering of blood and brains on the sand.
“Fertilizer.”
When I slowly turn, I’m met with a few more fearful gazes from Oleg’s men who didn’t count on me being so cruel. Prisoners of war are to be kept safe, right?
Not in this war.
I give my men the signal and they get to work. When the corpses are piled up and set to burning, I take a picture to send to my father. Let him watch his soldiers crumble to ashes on the desert sand.
“Scorched earth” has a whole new meaning now.
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As soon as Pavel parks this tank contraption in front of Demyen’s estate, I want to cry.
I thought I’d never see those front doors again.
I thought I’d never see home again.
And the fact that this place feels so safe, so perfectly home, br
