Lordt, The Call of Duty Chronicles. “Did you just throw a…?”

Berlin.

We had come this far, we couldn’t fail now…

I had seen more bloodshed than I could ever have imagined, yet there was more to come.

As my comrade and I made our way through the destroyed streets of a once great city we kept low as the area was rife with snipers.

Fucking snipers, I thought. Always the thorn is my side.

My comrade breathed a sigh of relief as a bullet ricocheted off a wall near our position.

Not long now, the tanks were on their way. We had come this far…

As we hunkered down I drew out my hipflask and took a swig to steady my nerves. The last thing I wanted was an itchy trigger-finger with the barrel of my SVT-40 this close to my comrade’s ear-hole. Besides, it was a good excuse for a mid-afternoon piss up.

I could feel the ground tremble. I could hear the shouts in the distance; the tanks we here.

“This is it!” cried Viktor.

I closed my eyes for a moment and then we were off.

To my left my comrade was firing at the snipers with telling accuracy, the tanks causing the distraction we needed as they rounded the corner. I picked up an RPG and started on the masonry.

As the tanks progressed so did the bulk of our forces. This was it.

As we moved through Berlin I made sure I had my comrades back. Looking out for each other was the only way.

The sound was deafening as the tanks unloaded and bullets rained around us. Buildings fell, men fell.

The tide was turning and I picked up a type 100 automatic from a rigid German hand. I let rip at anything that moved.

Sometime during the next few minutes the Germans decided they had had enough. The rout was on.

Clip after clip my finger never stop depressing the trigger. Look at them run! I thought to myself as the Germans tried in vain to get the hell out of dodge.

This’ll learn em’ I thought as I finally stopped firing an unloosed the clasps on my bandoleer to remove a few choice grenades I had miraculously saved for just such an occasion.

1, 2, 3. I counted as I threw the RGD-33’s skyward.

I looked over to see how my comrade was doing; perhaps even hoping for his approval at my gratuitous and unnecessary grenade-manship when I realized his wasn’t there.

Looking around it was then that I noticed a lone figure about 50 feet in front of me standing on a small collection of primed RGD-33 grenades.

“Did you just throw a…?”

 

~ Lordt