I was listening on the radio. I always was, it was my job to do that. I looked out and saw our army; proud, yet sad. We all knew we were outnumbered. The Russians outnumbered us, and our army had to meet them in battle. It was to defend our country. But I wondered was it worth it? All we were doing was helping a power hungry country, and if we were to lose we would have hell to pay. This went through my mind every day.
I heard a buzzing sound and some chatter in Russian. It was the enemies movements. It seemed like the generals hated each other. During this time something just felt off. Then I realized it the Russians didn’t encode their message! It was shocking. From listening longer, I learned that the general’s were cocky and moving apart. I ran to the General and told him the news. “Good work Cpl. Franc!” Hindenburg exclaimed, “The Russians are moving away from each other.”He gave out some orders and I began to worry. For I would not be going out to battle, I would be sitting by the radio worried as a battle was fought. Hoping we Germans would come out victorious.
As the troops went out I sat in my bunk, next to the radio. It started to rain. The patter of the rain made me reflect on what I had done, and if it would be good or bad. Off in the distance I heard a boom. I wondered was that lightning or shells raining down death everywhere. Death, that I had caused. I heard a fzt! and the sound of chatter turned on. It was the 1st Russian division. Sending out their movements, then waiting for a reply. But none came.