It appears that the Germans have decided to make a final last
stand. Their final defensive positions are located on the Seelow
heights outside of the city limits of Berlin. The Seelow heights
are a bunch of hills that were originally nice vacation spots but
now the Germans have turned the hills into a defensive blockade.
I was brought up to the front to help take out MG positions and
other strongpoint's. I was partnered up with an Ukrainian sniper
named Ivan. He was a strange man that preferred to snipe with a
gas operated anti-tank rifle, the ptrs-41, than with the
mosin-nagant. I told him that his loud rifle will attract enemy
snipers, but he told me that his rifle will put fear into the
German hearts. At first I was surprised that I was partnered up
with somebody since we usually just went on our own but when Ivan
told me about the number of Russian snipers being brought into
the area, I understood why I had a partner.
Ivan and I began to scout the area looking for a nice place to
get a good view of the battlefield. We found a nice place in a
destroyed German bunker about a kilometer from the foot of the
heights. We set up camp and the radio and began radioing command
the German positions we could see. The assault started the next
day with our rocket artillery bombarding the surface of the hill.
Then our tanks began to move forward with the infantry right
behind them on foot. As our tanks got close to the foot of the
hills, German 88s and other anti-tank guns opened fire on our
tanks. That's when we went to work. I quickly took out two
machine gun positions while Ivan took out the crew of an 88. Over
the sounds of shells being fired and MG's doing there work, I
heard the distinct firing of a German sniper rifle, the Kar 98k.
That sniper was a pretty good shot cause the next thing I knew
our radio was shot. Ivan and I immediately stopped firing know
that our muzzle flashes would give away our position. We began
searching for him though, for about half an hour when Ivan said "
I see the Fascist b******". He fired off a shot and we both
thought that he got him but then Ivan's ptrs was cut in half by a
shot fired by the enemy sniper. Nothing could describe the look
on Ivan's face; it was a mixture of many emotions, mostly
surprise and shock. I saw the muzzle flash and saw the sniper.
BANG! One shot, one kill, "well," I said to Ivan "want to go back
and get a new rifle." He looked like he was going to hit somebody
but then he got control of himself and started acting as a
spotter pointing out targets to me with his scope.
As our tanks and infantry began to overwhelm the German defenses
we made our way back to command bringing along the broken radio
and the two pieces of his sniper rifle. We made it back to
command where one of the clerks took the broken sniper rifle and
radio to the repair area. While we waited for a new radio and
sniper rifle, a commissar came up to us asking what we were doing
there. We told him about the radio and sniper rifle and then he
got angry. He told me that I didn't need to come back and if I
didn't go back out to the front immediately I would be shot. Ivan
asked what he was suppose to do, so the commissar told him to go
get a sniper rifle off a dead sniper. Ivan and I went back out to
the Seelow heights and spent hours finding a dead sniper. When
Ivan finally found one, it was a German rifle. Since he was still
pissed at the commissar he turned around and began looking for
the commissar down below us. He found him and then said to him "I
found a rifle prick" and then fired. It was nice shot, taking off
the commissars' right arm.
We moved quickly away from the command center and found ourselves
on the frontlines again. This time there were German tanks
raining hell on our comrades and we could do nothing to help our
comrades but to pick off as many enemy infantry as we could. We
ended the day killing many Germans and helping to make headway
against the German defenses. Ivan and I stayed at the top of the
hills and looked toward Berlin. We could make out a couple of
buildings but the rest were just outlines. I knew that soon I
would be stepping into that city, my only question was, "would I
get out alive?"
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