the end of WWII

.There was a wave of fluctuation in Schneider's eyes. He raised his hand and gently closed the child's eyes.

Schneider leaned against the edge of the trench, closed his eyes and rested.He counted secretly in his mind, 2 minutes, and after 2 minutes, he continued to get up and look for weapons.If within 2 minutes he falls asleep - or simply dies, he has no regrets.

A pair of beautiful blue eyes suddenly flashed in his mind, his heart twitched slightly, giving him pain like suffocation.He thought of his lover, his soldier, the brother entrusted to him by that comrade--perhaps the charming Alan was his only consolation in the end of this tragic war.

The cold westerly wind softened unexpectedly, brushing the second lieutenant's cheek lightly.

In less than 2 minutes, Schneider heard rustling noises. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.Although the face had been blackened by gunpowder, he recognized it immediately.

"...Alan?" Schneider called out weakly.

Allen crawled over from the trench on the left and stopped in front of him, looking at him with his bloodshot eyes.Suddenly, Allen took a few steps forward, held Schneider's face in his hands, and kissed him deeply.He closed his eyes and kept deepening the kiss. His movements were rude and unreasonable, almost trying to swallow Schneider in his stomach.

Schneider froze for a moment, closed his eyes, and let him kiss. For a while, the two seemed to be inseparable from each other.

On a cold morning, at the dawn of defeat, two people covered in dust and blood and deeply tired embraced and kissed each other in the trenches.They don't seem to need to communicate, their physical movements already tell each other everything.

The intense kiss became soothing, and Schneider slowly turned into the active side. He kissed his lover tenderly and lingeringly, exchanging bloody sniffs with him.One of his hands touched the nape of Alan's neck under his helmet and kneaded lovingly.Allen was like a wounded little animal, his eyes closed tightly without saying a word, and he curled up in Schneider's arms silently.

They stuck together quietly like this.The sun rose a little bit, and sprinkled the beautiful brilliance on the plain.

They seem to have kissed for a long time, but the real time has only passed for a short time. They extend every moment of this short time infinitely, and it becomes eternity.

Alan opened his eyes slightly, touched the corner of Schneider's lips with his wet lips reluctantly, turned around and rolled off his body, and sat beside him.

"What do you think?" Allen's voice was very hoarse.

Schneider was silent for a while, enduring the dizziness in his head, "As the head of state said, fight to the end."

Allen chuckled, Schneider turned his head to look at him, the rising sun just hit Allen's face.Then, the second lieutenant saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

The morning sun shone into the trenches, reflecting the hoarfrost on Allen's long eyelashes and his blue eyes crystal clear. There was a mischievous smile in those eyes, and the corners of his pale lips curled up in a confident arc.

In those beautiful eyes, Schneider saw something that had disappeared for a long time, that was Alan's clear eyes.That clarity came back, glistening on the bloody cheeks, bringing a tinge of color to the tired face, beckoning something startling inside Alan.

"I think you may not be able to fulfill your wish—" Allen looked at the blood-stained cloth on Schneider's head, turned his eyes back to his face, and said firmly: "But I will replace you Fight to the end."

Schneider suddenly realized that this was youth, but it was covered with bullet scars.But the young soul doesn't care, and Allen proves to him with all his vigor and guns:

I can do everything for you.

Schneider looked at this young but fearless face carefully, and seemed to feel that Allen had returned to the time when he just joined the army, but the invisible bravery and courage on Allen reminded him that this child had been baptized by blood.

The second lieutenant gave him a faint smile, and his voice was very soft.

"Go, my warrior."

Allen picked up the gun he had placed at the bottom of the trench, looked back at him deeply, and ran along the other side of the trench without looking back.Schneider followed his back and slowly closed his eyes.He was so tired that he couldn't stand up at all.

He leaned quietly on the spot, when he heard a sudden violent gunshot not far away, then paused, and then rang again, repeating this many times.

After an unknown amount of time, Schneider vaguely heard some sounds. After a melodious Soviet song "Katyusha", the sound of the Soviet radio echoed across the plain.

"Attention, please, surrender, all German soldiers. Your dying German Reich is no match for the Soviet Red Army, and it will be useless to resist any longer. The Bolsheviks are the ultimate victors. Sinister and ignorant blockers on the path of ism...

"Attention, attention, all German soldiers please surrender..."

The broadcast was playing in a loop, and Schneider's consciousness began to blur, and some bizarre scenes kept appearing in front of him.Suddenly, a series of intense gunshots interrupted his train of thought. He closed his eyes and listened intently, but there was only silence, and there was no more gunfire.

"The Bolsheviks are the ultimate victors, and the Führer and his henchmen are just despicable villains, sinister and ignorant blockers on the road to socialism..."

In the distance, facing the cold wind, a dry plant stands proudly in the thousands of miles of frost.The melting frost on the bare branches condensed into dew, which shone with dazzling brilliance of life in the morning light.

A bird flew over, sat on its branch and sang happily, as if celebrating the arrival of the new year - 1945.

The author says:

(Ouch! This is not the last chapter!)

15. Ending

Schneider never thought that he would wake up again.He vaguely heard noisy human voices in his ears, and his heart was completely quiet.

Schneider never thought that he would wake up again.

He vaguely heard the noisy voices in his ears, and he thought quietly: Is heaven also full of fireworks like the world?

He slowly opened his eyes, only to see a female face staring at him.

Schneider slightly opened his cracked lips, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear, "Is this heaven?... Are you an angel?"

The woman curled her thin red lips, "Second Lieutenant, you finally woke up after being in a coma for a week. You are not dead yet, this is a field hospital."

Field hospital... Schneider pondered the word slowly, realizing what it meant to him.He closed his eyes in despair, without saying a word.

The woman is a nurse, and is changing his dressing.Schneider closed his eyes and whispered: "Why am I here? I remember that I was dead....What happened to the empire? What happened to the Soviet Union?"

"You didn't die, you just passed out in the trenches. Someone found you in the trenches and brought you back." The woman said, shaking her head, "The situation is still as dire...We will be in a few days We will retreat and move in the next day."

"Where is Alan? There is a soldier named Alan, do you recognize him?" Schneider suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes, and hurriedly asked the nurse.

"Alan? I know a medical soldier named Alan Dorff. Is he the one you are looking for?"

"No, it's not..." Schneider's voice dropped.Then, gradually, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

On May 1945, 5, Germany, one of the Axis powers in World War II, announced its surrender. On May 7, an unconditional surrender was officially signed, and the war in the European battlefield came to an end.

Schneider's head injury did not fully recover until after the war.He returned to his native North Rhine-Westphalia, found his family and settled in their country house.

The dance school he had previously worked at reopened two years after the war, and Schneider returned to the school to continue as a dance teacher.He began to incorporate more elements of power and emotion into his dance moves, and he also choreographed a narrative dance about the love between a soldier and a frontline nurse during World War II.I heard that he had experienced World War II. The boys in school liked him, and they always pestered him in their spare time, asking him to tell stories about the battlefield.

But he has never heard from Allen.

Although he also knew that Alan had a high possibility of being sacrificed that morning, he still did not give up searching.He knew that maybe he was just looking for an answer, or an explanation.

But no matter how he tried to find friends who worked in the government, he searched for related files—even the sacrifice files—to no avail.He tried to go to the folks to find someone to inquire about, only to suddenly realize that he never knew where Alan's hometown was.With an ordinary and simple name, it is really difficult to find someone in the huge German territory.

Later, the Cold War began, and a huge iron curtain began to fall from Stettin on the Baltic Sea to Trieste on the Adriatic Sea. In 1949, Germany was divided, and an invisible barrier separated East and West Germany.

Schneider lives in West Germany, and the division of Germany undoubtedly made his search for a job even worse.For a long time after the war his hopes were sapped by these nascent crises.

He remembered a long time ago, when they were lovers before the war, Allen had shown him a little