In this era of scarcity of material life, normal people living in peacetime still lack the means of entertainment, let alone those soldiers who have suffered in the war.
If you get along well, if you have a lot of friends, you might be able to find a few buddies to play cards or something like that, or if it doesn't work out, you can find someone who is equally free and easy to talk to.
But those who are not gregarious can only have fun and pass the time in some self-killing ways. Among them, the most timid and introverted people usually use such a self-enclosed way to relieve their depression - write
journal.
For example, this thing is currently being weighed in Sulovechenko's hands.
March 1st, sunny.
God, I can’t believe I started writing a diary again after so many years. When was the last time I wrote a diary? Three or four years ago? I can’t remember exactly, but I feel like I’m really
Too bad.
Also, I still wonder if I was dreaming, or maybe I was sick or passed out?
I mean, I actually picked up a gun and went to the battlefield with a group of men in uniform? I never thought in my life that I would actually be a soldier! And I was still captured as a soldier.
Those people just gave me a gun, and then threw me into that barren place, with a group of poor people who knew nothing like me, trying my best to learn something like herding animals.
Ability to fight?
Oh my God, is there something wrong with their brains? Or are they taking the wrong medicine?
I am an imperial elite! I am a top student in the Department of Architecture at the University of Berlin! I am a top student who my tutor says will achieve great things in the future!
Is this how they treat me? Throw me together with a group of naked poor people, play with a broken gun that is probably as old as my grandfather all day long, wallow in the mud, and punish me if I don't obey at all.
Me punching and kicking?
This is not what I go to school for! I study hard to become the top student in the grade so that I can display my talents! It is not for this!
These bastards with brain problems must be deliberately trying to mess with me. Maybe it’s because I provoked someone?
The head of state will definitely not agree to such a thing happening, definitely not! How can the imperial elite be casually consumed on the battlefield like those street goods?
By the time I get out of here, I mean I believe I won't be here too long and someone will come to rescue me soon! Let me use my true talents and my academic abilities.
Then, after I leave here, I will definitely complain about the unfair treatment I received here! I want to go to hell! I will complain to the principal and the head of state about these stinky conscripts! I will definitely repay the insult they gave me twice as much!
Just be patient for a while longer. It won't take long. Hope it will come soon.
Be sure to hold on!
"What's written in this?"
Sulovechenko, with a cigarette in his mouth, finished reading the first chapter of the diary. The old squad leader on the side couldn't help but come up and look with his head stretched out. The former honest Bajiao farmer who didn't understand German could only ask for help.
Deputy Comrade Yu Lian.
"The diary of a young man, this is quite interesting, his identity is unusual. According to what is said here, the person who wrote this diary is a college student. The University of Berlin should be the best university for Germans? It's not bad anyway, I heard it before
The prisoners mentioned that it is not easy for people to go to school here."
"The diary complained that he received no formal training, received a broken gun, and every day rolled in the mud and gnawed turf with a group of strong men who were forcibly captured like him. He didn't want to be a soldier at all.
How could he be a talented architect and scold him for completing the Nazi conscription in his diary?"
"Ah? A student from the University of Berlin?"
The old squad leader sounded obviously surprised. Although his cultural level was not high, he more or less knew what this meant.
"Are they crazy? No, I should say that I knew they were crazy, but I didn't expect them to be so crazy. Do they know what they are doing? College students from top universities are all recruited to be young men. This group of Sukkas were used when we attacked Moscow.
I didn’t get to this point during the battle.”
"In addition to those who voluntarily signed up to join the army, they are not necessarily allowed to do so. The college students during the Moscow Defense War were all sent to safe places in the rear. My neighbor's son is one of them. What these nazis are doing now is to
They are rooting for their own nation and country, have these bastards been beaten stupid by us?"
".Ah."
Compared with the surprised and puzzled look on the old squad leader's face, Sulovechenko seemed indifferent, with a calm face, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth even seemed to be teasing.
"So they are the Nazis and we are the Red Army."
"As for the internal propaganda materials of our division, the newspapers and periodicals issued by the division organization were given to us. I still remember that one of the periodicals contained an article written by the division commander himself, and it said so."
"The fundamental difference between us and the Nazis lies in the nature of why we fight. One day the Nazis will burn everything around them to defend themselves. Since they are going to die, they will drag everything around them with them to be buried. And the Red Army knows that
What we have to defend ourselves is not to let those who should be protected by us stand in front of us and take the bullet for us."
"Before we are burned out, the enemy cannot even think of stepping over our defense line to harm the people we are protecting behind us. This is the meaning of our fight, and it is also the difference between us and the Nazis."
"So you see, what Comrade Division Commander said has come true now. These Nazis have been, are, and until they are destroyed, they will drag all the things around them to be buried with them. This should be "Fighting for the Nazis to the last Germany"
People fall down,” yes, that’s what’s happening right now.”
"It is indeed like what Comrade Commander said. In terms of why they fight, these rubbish guys are fundamentally different from us. After listening to Comrade Commander's words, it will become easier to understand when you come into contact with some realistic things.
A lot, isn't it?"
Talking about philosophy and big-picture truths with ordinary warriors is a bit of performance art in itself.
Because you can't expect everyone, especially ordinary people, to understand those high-level talks you make when you are in a high position and overlook all sentient beings.
Therefore, Malashenko never talks about philosophy, grand narratives and lofty ideals to his soldiers. He only talks to the soldiers about things that can be understood in conjunction with the reality happening around them.
Mom is all bullshit.
Of course, the owner who wrote this diary was obviously not so lucky, and the guys who dominated his "strong man's life" didn't care what he thought.