Post by Vasily Markov on Jan 11, 2010 19:15:59 GMT
Date: Winter 1941
Location: Moscow, Comrade Stalin’s Bar
Weather: Blizzard, Hard Winds
He hadn’t left the city, not even for training. Vasily had not set one foot outside the city of Moscow, the heart of the Soviet Union. He had been stationed here for military purposes, more specifically defense. It was a good thing, really. The young Starshii Serzhant was grateful to know that his wife Anzhela and their son Josef, were safe inside the city. He would visit them when he could. To say the morale of the average Soviet soldier was high would be a lie. Most of the divisions stationed in Moscow were makeshift units with lack of discipline and with little to no combat experience. What would happen if the Germans entered the city? Would the Soviet soldier follow their orders? Would they succumb to the German forces? Or would they ally themselves with the Facists and overthrow the Communists? Time would tell who supported Mother Russia.
1941 was probably the best year the Motherland had against Hitler and his regime. They had invaded the Red country on June 22nd of that year and it seemed they were running out of the resources they needed to continue their thrust. Soviet High Command was preparing for a massive counter offensive in which they would catch the Germans by surprise and drive them out of the homeland. For now, however, Vasily would have to wait for his chance. He hoped it would come in time.
Comrade Stalin’s bar, where the locals and soldiers would mingle alike. The owner of the bar was an older man, in his late 60’s, and had recently changed the name to “Comrade Stalin’s Bar”. It was one of the most popular bars in the city. The Russian Winter had engulfed all of Russia in snow, and while the battlefield had red snow, Moscow had clear, white now and the lights from watch towers, flak guns, and buildings made Moscow gloom in the distance. It wouldn’t be a surprise to Vasily if the Germans were at the outer walls, although it was highly unlikely. Vasily sat at one of the tables, which was under a picture of the Soviet Dictator, Josef Stalin. He had ordered some food and Russian vodka again, since he had the same dinner from last night. The bar was more packed than ever before. Fresh troops from the north had just arrived in Moscow, bound for the front. Vasily hadn’t been assigned to a unit, yet. It was rumored that he would be put into the 75th Rifle Division, but who knows. All Vasily cared about was living his duty as a Russian Soldier for Comrade Stalin and protecting his family.
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Location: Moscow, Comrade Stalin’s Bar
Weather: Blizzard, Hard Winds
He hadn’t left the city, not even for training. Vasily had not set one foot outside the city of Moscow, the heart of the Soviet Union. He had been stationed here for military purposes, more specifically defense. It was a good thing, really. The young Starshii Serzhant was grateful to know that his wife Anzhela and their son Josef, were safe inside the city. He would visit them when he could. To say the morale of the average Soviet soldier was high would be a lie. Most of the divisions stationed in Moscow were makeshift units with lack of discipline and with little to no combat experience. What would happen if the Germans entered the city? Would the Soviet soldier follow their orders? Would they succumb to the German forces? Or would they ally themselves with the Facists and overthrow the Communists? Time would tell who supported Mother Russia.
1941 was probably the best year the Motherland had against Hitler and his regime. They had invaded the Red country on June 22nd of that year and it seemed they were running out of the resources they needed to continue their thrust. Soviet High Command was preparing for a massive counter offensive in which they would catch the Germans by surprise and drive them out of the homeland. For now, however, Vasily would have to wait for his chance. He hoped it would come in time.
Comrade Stalin’s bar, where the locals and soldiers would mingle alike. The owner of the bar was an older man, in his late 60’s, and had recently changed the name to “Comrade Stalin’s Bar”. It was one of the most popular bars in the city. The Russian Winter had engulfed all of Russia in snow, and while the battlefield had red snow, Moscow had clear, white now and the lights from watch towers, flak guns, and buildings made Moscow gloom in the distance. It wouldn’t be a surprise to Vasily if the Germans were at the outer walls, although it was highly unlikely. Vasily sat at one of the tables, which was under a picture of the Soviet Dictator, Josef Stalin. He had ordered some food and Russian vodka again, since he had the same dinner from last night. The bar was more packed than ever before. Fresh troops from the north had just arrived in Moscow, bound for the front. Vasily hadn’t been assigned to a unit, yet. It was rumored that he would be put into the 75th Rifle Division, but who knows. All Vasily cared about was living his duty as a Russian Soldier for Comrade Stalin and protecting his family.
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