Stalingrad 1944

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The time is December 12, 1942. The place is a hellish city known to most as Stalingrad. You are a German soldier.
You patrol a wide city street strewn with carnage. It smells like rot and the near-constant 88 fire is deafening, but you don't care because your mind is in a small German town called Kusel. You wonder if your girlfriend thinks about you as much as you think about her. You wonder if your friends have been shipped off like you have. In fact, you do so much wondering that you do not notice the flash 400 meters away that sends a bullet through your squadmate's heart.
The combination of your friend's scream, the rifle's crack, and your commanding officer yelling to get down snap you out of your whimsical daydreams and invite you back to the situation at hand. You quickly throw yourself into the cover of a collapsed store and attempt to return fire. Your efforts to suppress the unseen enemy are ineffective and you are forced to watch as your friends are cut down one by one. You realize you have been out of ammunition for quite some time. You throw down your gun and walk out to accept death.
Nothing happens.
You realize the sniper must have forgot about you while trying to keep track of the others.

You decide to:
>run back to base like a little bitch
>wait for the sniper to come collect tags
>go to the sniper instead
>off yourself
>have a mental breakdown

As well as:
>collect ammunition off the other MG42 guy who is dead
>ditch your MG42 for a K98
>ditch your MG42 for an MP40

Also you're a cute anime grill