As I lie, alone – abandoned by my country, I think. Over the eternal plains of inky thought my mind wanders, searching for a safe haven from the pain. The blood – my blood, slowly oozes from the multiple wounds in my chest; I’m waiting for the inevitable end: my heaven and my retribution. I have not abandoned them - I remained loyal to the last, they were the cornerstone of my faith. The godless Nazi bastards taunt me in my death, I merely smite them with my gaze. In the end I am the victor.
Death has won this war
Death wins every war