The icy cold winter and the boys cry

my boots hit the snow it whent up to my knees it was the worst blizzard i have ever seen but still our squad kept moving i felt so cold i couldent even see ahead of me my hands were numb from the cold my face felt like glass and my nose was running i kept moving tho through the cold of the icy night i jogged ahead some of my brothers to let some heat flow into my icy warm body i couldent even feel my feet i felt like i was running on fake legs...so cold i thought to myself..all of the sudden shots burst through the dense snow killing one of our men i ducked near a fallen tree i tryied to look foward the same time trying to get my ice cold rifle from my back i couldent see anything but then another shot open fire on us our men duck down as we saw the bullets spray and whislte around us i saw the lights deep in the blue cold dense mist i shot blindely at the enemy one by one shot i thought to myself they were untrained as i notice they just sprayed there rifiles anywhere i took my gernade and tossed it in the air in a matter of seconds the gernade vanished then three seconds later the crack and exploshen of the gernade alarmed me making me shake...the lights stop blinking in the mist i thought to myself we won i ran up to the black deadly smoke of my gernade as it cleared into blue mist i saw the trench and pointed my rifle in the trench...i saw a figure and shot it before it could move i ran up close to the bodys to my surprised i droped my rifle in tears i broke out....my heart stopped....and i gasped when i saw them....children...so young some were not even in there teens....i droped to my knees in shock as i saw one still alive with its legs blown off....from my gernade i ran up to him...i put my hand on his....he dint even have winter clothing...all he had was a long blood staned white long sleeved shirt i dint see his legs but the blood quickly rushed down pouring down to my knees staining my uniform with blood my tears hit this child....i holded his hand tight so tight i couldent let go he stared at me and said russian words i could not understand in a sudden flash...he was dead just like all the rest....i and my comrades have killed............2 days later i was at base camp i looked in the russian dictonary to find out wat he said and i finally figured it out....."thank you so much..." i looked at the book in disbelive thikin to myself...ill always rember tht kids face it will remain burned into my memory every night i sleep i will rember it like a sudden night mare i will relive it every night....i said outloud to myself"so cold tht night was....so cold like my heart tht is now..."