But now, all I see and feel is doom and dread. Will I survive the next offensive on the Soviets? Will I live, will i still be intact, mentally and physically? I don't know. I want to flee, I want to run away and hide until the war had ended. However, I can't. For my country, I have to die, I have to fight till my very last breath. Is it worth it? I don't know. If I die in battle, will I be remembered by anyone? If I survive and live to see Mien Fuhrer victorious, will i be recognized as a hero who risked his life for his country?
Before the winter, everything went fairly smoothly. We had crushed the weak soviets under our feet in less than a month and we would have been marching into Stalingrad in a week. However, Mother Earth turned her back on us. She unleashed her fury on us, harsh cold swept through our ranks, blizzards tore through our armies like artillery attacks. The soviets had retreated but Earth had began her attack.
For weeks, we were under attack from Mother Earth, her powerful winds and freezing hail buffeted us. We were poorly equipped for winter. Mien Fuhrer had expected the war in the east to be over by August. However, the blitzkrieg had failed and we had to endure the harsh winter with barely any warmth or supplies.
Worse still, from what I had heard, the Soviets had taken the time when we were immobilized to start a huge manufacturing campaign. If the sources were correct, their production rate was more than 3 times ours. Impossible! Gott! If we did not move fast, the Soviets would crush us in a matter of time.
However, we would be resuming our offensive tomorrow. I pray that i would survive, I pray that we would win the battle and achieve glory for Germany, for Deutschland!