>Be me, proud machine gunner of the glorious wehrmacht
>Be at the battle of red october factory
>Rus schwein have already taken the first part of the factory.
>We have fallen back to the rear part of the factory.
>The rus' numbers are overwhelming
>Furiously emptying belt after belt of 7.92mm mauser at them from my MG42
>Within minutes i've gone through my second barrel and can't shoot for ****
>Barrel is hotter than the surface of the sun
>T-34 rolls through the trainyard, all guns and cannons blazing, completely supressing the building im in.
>Crawl on my stomach through a small snow and body filled ditch to get into the ruins next to T-34
>Stupid T-34 driver was so dumb to park the tank straight up against an ammunition stockpile.
>Utilize glorious broomhandle C96 Mauser to dispose of two russians in immediate vicinity of tank
>Grab satchel charge from the stockpile and pull the fuse and drop it next to the tank.
>Run like ******* hell
>Satchel charge detonates, taking out the T-34 and 4 other cykas who had taken cover behind it.
>Run with a sense of pride back to my position, expecting immediate iron cross award and blowjob from the oberstürhmbanner führer for outstanding valor in combat.
>Get shot by teammate who mistook me for a russian.