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The Irony of War

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12 February, 1945
Budapest, Hungary


SS Gruppenführer König cringed as Russian artillery pummeled the once proud city of Budapest. He could feel each explosion deep in his gut from the concussive shock-waves. Soviet forces had breached the defenses and their tanks were making their way through the cobbled and pitted streets. The Luftwaffe had been completely smashed, the airfields now littered with the debris of the mighty German air-force. Bodies too lay about in jumbled piles, surrounded in stinking pools of blood and excrement. A thick black smoke choked the skies as the battle raged on in the streets. Every block, every house had to be earned by the Soviets through blood. Hitler had made his orders clear: Hold the city of Budapest at all costs. The future of Germany and the Third Reich depended on it. A defeat here would pave the way for the Red Army to move into Austria and capture Vienna and from there Berlin was only 300 or so miles away. Therefore every block had to become a fortress for the Soviets to break through.

König and his squadron would hold out until the end. They were the finest of the SS each dressed in black, heavily armed, carrying heavy packs and loaded with ammunition. All of them were prepared to die for their country. They had sworn an oath. Already the German Army had lost all or most of the 13th Panzer-Division, the 60th Panzergrenadier-Division Feldherrnhalle, the 8th SS-Kavallerie-Division Florian Geyer and the 22nd SS-Kavallerie-Division Maria Theresa. Very little remained and König's hatred of the Soviets was like the heat from an open furnace. Savages! They had even attacked the escaping civilians from Castle Hill with artillery and rocket batteries, slaughtering thousands in the thick morning fog. The main German citadel, Gellért Hill, was defended by König and his elite Waffen-SS troops, having successfully repelled several Soviet assaults already. Looking up into the smoke-filled sky he knew in the pit of his stomach that he would not be able to defend his position for very much longer.

She was here.

The Soviet Superwoman. She flew in the skies, defying gravity and science, raining beams of fire down into the ranks from her eyes. Mark V Panther tanks, the technological pride of the German army, were cut in two like a hot knife slicing through butter. Men burst into flames or had limbs sheared straight off and cauterized. Even the Iron Chancellor's new "tank destroyer" weapons and self-guided missiles had no effect on this woman. Standing military orders when she appeared at a conflict were to continue to target regular Red Army forces and ignore her presence. Ignore her presence? König had originally laughed out loud at such an order until he had seen first-hand how ineffective every form of weapon seemed to be against her. Her physical might was also a sight to behold. This powerful looking Slav was capable of throwing a tank with the crew screaming inside for miles and could crack stone and steel as easily as paper. How could the Reich possibly stand up to such a devastating weapon? He now understood the order completely. Kill what could be killed.

The weary officer tapped out one of his final cigarettes and after lighting it watched as the woman continued to cut a swath through the best troops Germany could still manage to muster. The Red Army crept up silently behind her from the ground, continuing to support her through artillery barrage as the tanks and infantry moved up. She would stop every now and again, swooping down low and looking for the pockets of greatest resistance before moving in to render them ineffective. He wondered how many brave men she had cut down over the last two years of conflict. He wondered how they had managed to mount a defense that had lasted that long.

She was the beginning of the end for the Reich.

It made him chuckle that early on Dr. Goebbels had given a speech about how she was simply a propaganda tool for the Soviets. A beautiful Slavic woman to dress in a ridiculous costume and inspire the troops. She would make excellent posters and news reels up until the end for the Soviet Union. How foolish and ridiculous those words were to him now, seeing her on the battlefield for the first and possibly only time. That the soldiers at Kursk or Stalingrad must have felt something similar did not make him feel any better. Perhaps Stalin had lulled the entire nation into a false sense of victory those first few weeks that the Wehrmacht had blitzed into Russia, knowing that he could release her upon them at any given time. Why were the best minds in Germany unable to replicate or create super-soldiers like her? Better soldiers made from the finest stock of the SS? Had they been sabotaged from within? König always suspected that the Mischlinge...the partial Jew were responsible. There were thousands of them still in Germany and the Greater Reich, wrecking havoc behind the lines. Here, faced with her head to head in the crumbling capital of Hungary it was all academic and pointless to roll around any further.

Already Russian infantry and tank divisions were once again trying to mount an offensive to take the hill. König threw away his cigarette and signaled his men to repel the invaders. All at once there was a tremendous and deafening chatter of machine-gun fire. MG42's began to rain hellfire down at the advancing troops, cutting them down where they stood. Model 24 frag grenades joined the fray, blasting the Russian soldiers up into the sky and churning their guts together in a red spray. König's elite SS were once again putting up a dazzling defense for a location that was already all but lost. Better to die here with honor for the Fatherland than be taken back to a gulag somewhere in Siberia and subjected to all manner of nightmarish torments. König had already had enough of the cold and was so very tired. He moved around behind the ranks now pointing at targets and reassuring the men that they would hold...that they must hold here for the sakes of their mothers and fathers, wives and children...their entire way of life was being defended on this very hill of shattered, burning buildings and barbed wire.

A T-34 rumbled in the direction of their position only to meet with a barrage from his unit's panzerfausts, detonating into a flaming oven, cooking the soldiers inside it. As he was calculating how many rockets he could still bring to bear at the other advancing armor units, the SS-Oberschütze near him suddenly had two red hole seared through his head. The man in the black uniform dropped dead instantly, smoke rising from his skull, and König turned and looked up already knowing what had happened.

She was hovering a few feet away, her face devoid of any emotion.

"Surrender now", she said in very broken German. "There is no need to lose any more lives lieutenant. Think of your men."

SS Gruppenführer König had made a career out of bending the rules and occasionally breaking them to get the job done. He thought only of his wife and children in Soviet hands as he tossed away the smoldering butt of his cigarette and withdrew his broom-handled Mauser, leveling it at the muscular woman with the hammer and sickle emblazoned on her chest. His men would understand and follow his example. The pistol barked several times as the bullets flattened uselessly against the confused super-soldier.

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Olga blasted the man full in the chest, killing him instantaneously. She shook her head in disgust. So much life wasted. These SS only knew death and destruction. They fought for an crumbling empire that was cascading down around them and for a madman who cared absolutely nothing for their lives. What kind of leader would give a command to fight to the death? To fight until the last bullets were exhausted and then save one for yourself so they will not take you alive. They wasted precious military equipment and personnel to keep the extermination camps running in an effort to eradicate their "enemies" from the face of the earth. Mass murder of civilian targets behind the lines in her own nation when they invaded as priority. Einzengruppen. They had been the aggressors...they had been the invaders.

They had murdered her entire family. Her entire village. Men like this.

The more she thought about it, and this one dead defiant Nazi, the more confused and angry she became.

The rest of König's SS began to turn and open fire on her with everything they had.

She would gladly repay them in kind.

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This amazing piece of art was commissioned by :iconbakart: (who has a gallery nothing short of spectacular...seriously go look) as a Christmas present to me from my good friend :iconandrewr255:

Thank you so very much and Merry Christmas! :holly::hug::holly:

When I opened this image up I knew it needed a story to accompany it immediately. I took elements from a story I had been working on (and originally scrapped) to create this ironic and somewhat depressing tale from the closing days of WWII. Let me know what you think please.

Soviet Superwoman and the story are my creations and property.
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