You can hear bullets whizzing everywhere, The last of the ammunition is distrubted and machine guns are readied on the of the trenches, You hear a shout echo down the lines , The Platoon Commander his final Orders "FIX BAYONETS! LONG LIVE THE RUSSIAN EMPIRE! GOD SAVE THE TSAR!" Your buddy who youve been fighting with since 1916 apears next to you, out of breath he pats your shoulder "Good luck Buddy,"
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