May 8, 1945

The aroma of gunpowder overwhelms me as we fight the Nazis last stand. My comrades fall down one by one as they try to fire back, neither we nor the Nazis were going to give up. To be honest the Nazis put up a good fight, but we had to win this war because the whole world depended on us. 

Then out of nowhere God answers our prayers and gives us an opening. We push through and all we get is a humongous explosion then everything stopped and all I could hear was the cries of victory.