Personal Narrative-All Quiet On The Western Front

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The horrible rumbling of the ground started again. I couldn’t look. It gave me distance from my heart and soul, whilst the soviets struck back with old-time Stalinist savagery. The entirety of the Hungarian army was encircled by a sea of red. Tears began to stream down my cheeks. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the men to see my weakness, I didn’t want the soldiers to draw more fear from my own desolation. I couldn’t help it, though. I felt alone and helpless. The Soviet tanks had cascaded down onto Hungary, strengthening their grip on the Eastern European nation. The mood of the people was extinguished in an unseen cloud of thick smoke. In a thousand strong men, there wasn’t a single smile or expression of hope. The only sound was their fleeing