Later, close to the village

The trip back out to the village with the ammunition dump is uneventful. It’s late in the evening, and we are stopped about a kilometer away. The few men who were sent ahead to scout have returned. Captain Zaitsev is meeting with all of the squad leaders. Dadonov said that he would fill us all in on the plan when they are finished.

Artyom and I are sitting together. Neither of us have much to say, but we look at each other. We both know that we are in a terrible situation. We both know there’s a chance that this could be the last night of our lives.

“At least we’re together.” Artyom whispers to me.

If this could really be the end, I want to have a night that is unforgettable. There’s nothing I want more than to sneak away with my man, but Smirnov watches us intently.

“He’s back!” A hushed voice calls out. Dadonov arrives, and everyone gathers around him.

“I’ll show everyone on the map tomorrow when it’s light enough to see.” He tells everyone. “But here is the plan.”

We all lean forwards.

“Our attack begins at first light. The Captain is having third and fourth squad each guard one of our flanks. He will be joining us, and first squad, in pushing through the heart of the village to our target.”

“So we’re the tip of the spear?” Smirnov asks angrily.

“I don’t like it either, but orders are orders.” Dadonov explains. “Now I suggest that all of you try to get some rest. We have a few hours.”

Everyone spreads back out. I stay with Artyom. I lay my head on his shoulder but I’m lost in thought. The tip of the spear. That’s what we have to look forward to. Ha, looking forwards. What do I have to look forward to beyond tomorrow, should I even survive? Another pleasant meeting with Fedorov, another firefight? More of being hungry and cold? When will this war end? I try to remain positive. Artyom’s gentle voice breaks my trance.

“I love you, Tatya.”

I look up into his face. Tears well in my eyes. At least I have him.

“I love you too.” I tell him and hold him tighter. I lay my head back on his shoulder. Tears run down my cheeks. He comforts me.

We sit awake for a long time, before our weariness overtakes us, and I fall asleep in his arms.