Comrades,
Over 6 months ago, I began to send you letters from the front. Our situation looked grim and all around me was nothing but rubble. Now things have changed. My company and I are pushing toward Berlin, led by our mighty T-34 battle tanks. Stronger, bigger and more powerful than our opponents, tens of thousands of T-34s battled German panzers to a standstill as they threatened our capital cities. Now we begin to roll them back. Even several German field marshals, including Heinz Guderian, refer to the T-34 as the finest tank in the world. Between the main cannon of the T-34 and the precision of my sniper's rifle, we take ground, one small village or river crossing at a time. I can see the Reichstag itself, in my mind's eye, with our flag waving above. That would be a proud moment.
I look forward to reflecting on these letters in the future, if I can survive the final push. Please enjoy them at your leisure. I think back now on the first one, on that rainy day, that quiet day.
Вперед!
—your Vasilij
—your Vasilij