Posted: April 21
I am a loyal soldier of the Red Army - a simple partisan, I have and always will be a Red Army soldier, regardless of the threat posed by the German Army's well-equipped, better trained soldiers.
Over the course of my years as one of Ivan's finest, I've seen my best friend crushed under the treads of a fearsome Panzer III.
I have witnessed the mass executions of my people at Bridges.
I've stood my ground, helpless to save my comrades as we are pinned down by suppressing fire from an MG-42.
War is truly hell.
Yet even now, as I cower in my frozen foxhole praying that the next artillery shell doesn't land on my head... even as I pray that some day I will make it home to see my beautiful wife or witness my son who is now old enough to walk...
I gather myself. I am one of Russia's finest. I pick up my faithful mosin, load the last two cartridges into the chamber, adjust my bayonet, and charge into the smoke.
Seriously. This game has given me PTSD. I dream about the horrors of war and watch my friends die every night. I want my mommy