Hans Stihl was sitting in a trashed building on the second floor with his MP40. He is a young pony which is still confused how he came in such a situation. Since he was in this war he wasnt able to pull the trigger once. All he remember is that he was running for his life, watching his comrades doing his work and keep storming the front. But now he is all alone in this building, he isnt even sure if his mates have retreated or if they are all dead allready. He is just sitting there, listen to the gunfire. He dont want to end like this, nothing is worth a death like that, even not for territory and especially not for his führer. But when he needs to die, he will leave a message to the world, maybe his family will get the chance to read it one day. So he picks out of his bag some paper which got a little bit dirty on the edges he also pulls out a pencil and starts writing, layed down in the dirt to be sure to not get hit by any bullets.