Mi 6. Jan 2021, 17:30 von Domitian
That's only half the story Comrade Dome
The major's eyes seem thoughtful at the following words
Yes, I fled from the German armed forces and found, at least for a short time, a "home" in America. I was not greeted with open arms and I was certainly not trusted, but it was still some kind of "Life".
It all started when we had to flee our destroyed ship. I don't know if it was hours or days later, but at some point an Allied reconnaissance plane found us. What happened to my comrades? No idea. All I remember is that I woke up in a cell with white tiles. After that, I was interrogated endlessly until I just told them what they wanted to hear. Until I couldn't hear it myself anymore.
In the years that followed I was allowed to live, but never unobserved, never uncontrolled. Until I made up my mind that I couldn't live a life that wasn't mine anymore, one in which I couldn't decide for myself. So one evening I decided to flee with the help of an old friend, to build my own life not only for myself, but for all deprived people in the world, in the service of the Soviet Union. Now and Forever.
After the last sentence, you can literally feel a kind of tension in the comrade's voice
I hope your last few years were a little more fun than mine?
Valar Morghulis