In May 1938, the vast European continent was already showing signs of summer, insects were chirping, and the land was full of life. Of course, the Soviet plains of Ukraine would be more charming if the two sides did not invest in each other bombs and carry out endless shelling.

After numerous battles, the battle lines between the two sides gradually stabilized, and the Germans systematically ceded most of the eastern Dnieper region after several days of fighting, retaining only a part of the defensive positions on the front line of Kiev. Then the two sides once again focused on the negotiating table, and the battle on the Soviet-German front turned into endless artillery battles and air battles.

"Be careful! Shelling!" suddenly there was a commotion on the German position, which was still eating. The cannonballs pierced the air and howled, proving that something deadly had indeed fallen from the sky.

A shell landed in an open field not far from the edge of the trench, and immediately kicked up a cloud of dust, huge black smoke rose into the air, and the entire position was filled with dust and smoke. And when the explosion of this shell had not completely subsided, another shell fell in time, once again setting off a "stormy wave".

"Lie down, watch out for the shells!" a German officer shouted to his men, but his shouts were small and pale in the sound of a high-pitched shell exploding.

"Medic, someone is wounded!" the shelling continued, but apparently this time the expensive greeting had an effect, and one hapless German soldier was hit by shrapnel. At this time, shouting for medical guards obviously had no effect, and few stunned young people would jump out of the trench at this time.

As the cannon fire subsided, a German soldier wearing a white vest with a red cross painted on his chest stooped over and ran to the position of calling for a medical paramedic with a medical kit. He was almost 2 minutes late, and God knows if he needed a priest or a doctor at this time.

Putting down the medical kit and looking at the blood flowing from the nostrils of this poor soldier, the medic knew of course that there was very little hope of being able to save him in this situation. Visceral hemorrhage may not be too fatal in a big hospital, but it is enough to give a small life on the front line when there is a shortage of medical treatment.

Reaching out and touching the poor ghost's belly, he soon felt a hole two fingers wide in a puddle of blood, the shrapnel was not small, and the wound caused was irregular, and the blood gushed out of it, God knows where it leaked. It should be the liver, if the soldier doesn't even need morphine there.

In line with the principle of due diligence, the medical staff motioned for the wounded comrade's comrades to help and lifted the wounded man slightly. He reached for the wounded man's back and found another hole - shrapnel had penetrated through his body, piercing the wounded's liver and part of his intestines.

"Hey, what's your name, is there a priest nearby, call the priest!" the medic looked up and asked the soldiers around him, patting the cheeks of the wounded soldier who was about to pass out. Several recruits numbly watched their comrades dying on the ground with their guns in their arms, and a veteran who led the team shook his head: "The chaplain died in Dokol 3 days ago. ”

The medic nodded regretfully, then looked down at his patient again, and he gently patted the wounded man's cheek to keep him awake for the last time: "Hey, I said young man, what's your name?"

"Bo...... Bode ...... Sir...... My name is Bode. The wounded soldier's mouth was covered with blood, and he muttered his name as he allowed the blood to run down his cheek and into his collar.

"Please...... You, help...... I'm going home, I'm going to see Kolya. Bod's consciousness was already a little sluggish, and he was talking about what he wanted to say, and he became fluent little by little.

The medic helped him hold the hole in his stomach with his hand, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile and nodded: "Okay, Bode, I'll find a way to send you back to China, who is Kolya, how do I contact her?"

"I can't go back...... Thank...... Thank you, sir......" Bode thought of the medic as a senior officer in the army, and shouted one officer after another, "Help me, send her the letter...... Okay?"

"Okay! I'll do my best! Do you have anything else to say? Bode, Bode?" the medic called out to the wounded soldier's name, but the wounded soldier did not answer his question.

He just silently put his hands into his pocket, took out a piece of letter paper that had been half stained red with blood, and held it high.

The medic knelt beside him and whispered in Bode's ear to grant his request, "Bode, I'll send you the letter, I promise." ”

Bode's arm suddenly fell limply, and his life was gone in this moment, and he just died, just a few minutes before he was leaning against the edge of the trench to write a letter to his lover.

The medic wiped his bloodied hands from Bode's corpse before carefully pulling the letter from between his fingers. He opened the letter with his sticky hand and found that the handwriting on it was fairly clean. At the very least, you can see a large part of the content.

The handwriting on it was a little messy, but the medic could still feel the love in Bode's heart as he wrote the letter. He mentioned a lot of things from the past, and also mentioned a lot of life on the battlefield, like a trivial housekeeper mother-in-law, talking about his own encounters.

"Dear Koria,

I don't know what to say, because death is always there here. I think if I don't say it now, I won't be able to say it to you in heaven. How much I loved you during my years at the University of Berlin, but I was afraid that speaking out would hurt our friendship. I knew you loved someone else, so I never said it. Now, when I see that life is worthless here, when I feel that I could die at any moment, the person I want to see most is you.

But I will never see your beautiful eyes and golden hair again, nor hear your beautiful voice again. I now regret why I didn't confess to you in the first place, even if I was rejected by you, it was a hundred times better than now.

War is too cruel, destroying humanity and ruining the happiness of many young people. I'm here to fight for Germany, and I'm convinced that the Führer will lead us to victory, but I don't know when it will be won, and I don't know if we'll see each other at that time.

All I want to do now is to show you how much I love you, even though you never knew how much I loved you, but it was true. I don't want to die, I really don't want to die. I used to fantasize that I would propose to you after the war, but whenever I saw someone die, I had the illusion that I would die here and never see the beautiful you again.

Yesterday the troops replenished some canned food, and we had a rare and hearty lunch on the position, but Mr. Priest, who was very good to me, was killed by a bullet in Dokol the other day. To be honest, I'm still very depressed, after all, he encouraged me to write this letter to you, so that I can tell you what is in my heart.

To be honest, Kolya, the Führer's canned food is really hard to eat, it is full of starch and messy offal, and it is really incomprehensible that they call this meat. However, this stuff is salty, and it is better to eat with potatoes and vegetables than nothing. Mr. Priest always prayed before eating, and he said that it was devotion to God, and I also thought of God when I shot at the Soviets, and it was a pity that the merciful God was not able to illuminate this corner.

Well, to get back to the point, I'm doing pretty well here, and if I don't need to sleep in an icy trench, that's even better. I don't know if you'll miss me, maybe you won't miss me. But I do not miss you all the time. Imagine what kind of person you will marry and how you will spend your wonderful youth...... As long as you are doing well, I will be happy in heaven.

When the priest was alive, he persuaded me to propose to you, so I made up my mind to show you my love. Will you wait for me? I'll try to live until the war is over, and then I'll go to you with my medal. At that time, I will propose to you, have a wedding that everyone envies, we will have many children, and we will live happily together until we are 100 years old.

Love you forever Bodø. ”

The medic was reading the letter, and some places were already red with blood, and he needed to read it carefully before he could know the contents, so he read it slowly, as if time was about to stop.

Someone was crying softly, and everyone was touched by such a trivial letter, and the medics gently folded the letter and put it in their pockets. Bode did not give an address when he died, so it was destined that the letter would not be able to be mailed to where it was supposed to go.

"Let's send it to the division headquarters......" Not far away, the battalion commander did not know when he stood there, and he spoke softly, as if he did not want to disturb the soldier named Bode who was lying on the ground.

The medic was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

After reading the bloody letter, the division commander handed the letter to the staff officer who went to the military headquarters to do business: "This is a very important document, you go and hand it over to the group army headquarters." Personally handed over to General Keitel. ”

Soon the letter was passed to Marshal Brauchitsch, and after reading it, the old marshal said to General Manstein, the chief of staff standing beside him: "We have given too much for the war, so we must win this war and let our descendants bathe in peace forever!" Manstein nodded, and then asked Brauchitsch: "Marshal, what should we do with this letter?"

Brauchitsch didn't think about it, and immediately replied: "Find this girl, give her this letter!" R1148