I laid in the trench as the last of the German soldiers were killed. The eagle’s beak has now been broken as we neared the Reichstag. I looked over the edge of the trench towards the Reichstag, to my right a Russian yelled, “Onwards Comrades! Armies of our Union against the fascists!” I scaled over the trench running towards the Reichstag, my brothers ran with me. I take cover near an abandoned Flak Cannon, I bring up my rifle and fired at the Germans hiding behind their sandbags.
“Stand up and show me your face!” I yelled at the Germans in my Russian tongue. “Captured in your Eagleland we will destroy your homes!”
A rain of Sturmgewehr-44 fire came towards me, I ducked back behind the Flak Cannon and felt the bullets strike the metal. I chambered a new round before I returned fire, I instantly chambered a new round and fired again before I returned to the safety of my cover.
“Gott Mit Uns!” God with us, a German-SS yelled before he flinged a grenade towards me. I covered my ears, dropping my rifle, I tried to make myself smaller. The grenade exploded, I feel the pressure slam against me and I flew against a pile of sandbags knocking them over, I had the wind knocked out of me like a deflated balloon, tears rolled from my face as I gasped for air. I finally got the air back in my lungs, I looked around for my rifle but it could not be found. I sat up looking towards my Comrades pinned behind cover, I see a dead Russian laid over a PPSH-41 submachine gun. I picked myself up and ran towards the Russian, bullets strike near my feet as I take cover using the dead Russian Comrade. I took his PPSH outfitted with a drum mag and ammunition.
I ran towards sandbags that were laid ahead, diving towards the cover. I lift up my PPSH and fired at the stairs of the Reichstag, the rapid fire of the PPSH shook rapidly in my hands. I felt the ammunition empty almost instantly.
“Rückzug!” Retreat, yelled a German officer. I looked over the sandbags, Russians began to scale the stairs and through the doors of the Reichstag. I stood up and ran towards the Reichstag, I swapped out drum mags as I entered the Reichstag. Inside the Reichstag the Eagle laid in ruins, columns crumbled in large piles, beams laid across the floors. My comrades had moved up the stairs. I followed them and ran up the stairs to the balconies of the main hall. I looked around and saw a line of Germans kneeled down as they had surrendered, I looked behind them the Eagle had fallen like the man behind it, the Swastika in its claws was cracked in in some spots it had broken.
“The Eagleland has fallen!” I yelled to the Russians below, I walked away quickly after to go to the roof. I ran up the crumbling stairs I walked outside and watched as four Russians, one of them being Alexander, scale the glass dome of the Reichstag. I watched them rip down the fascist Nazi flag and raised the Soviet flag high above the Germans.
I looked out and saw all our Comrades on the streets of Berlin cheering, the Nazi’s Eagleland has been defeated. The Eagle’s wings, beak, and claws have been all broken, through the battles at Moscow, Stalingrad, and Kursk we finally defeated the Eagle. I thought about how this day would be remembered forever.