Here's the bloody story posted, not thinking, dont know why i did what i did.
Romania
Thousands of Romanians were marching to Bulgaria, they were taking part in something grand when looked at from a remote perspective in a place like Bucharest, but on the outskirts of Sofia, it could be hell.
Platoon A ran across the field to the first wall. All around the city, groups of men were pushing their way in, trying to gain a foothold, but so far they were failing. The men hit the wall hard, and waited there, catching their breath. It was only about 5 feet tall, and made of stone, so they had to crouch to avoid having their heads pop over and be blown off. Their orders were tough ones. Get past this wall, another one, and into town, In town there was a street corner that was empty of civilians, and could be used to take control of the area, and allow for Romania entrance into the city from there. It looked difficult, but was far more treacherous than it seemed. The men had caught their breath now, and had time to clear their mind of the seemingly impossibility of their task, and were ready to do what they had to do.
They looked at their officer, and he nodded. With a furious yell they all as one turned and had their guns over the wall, firing away, to keep the enemys heads down, while they ran across the flat yard to the next wall. Half of the men rushed through the doorway, while the rest kept firing away. A few Bulgarians stuck up their heads and were either shot, or fired back. Men as they ran began to fall. But eventually most of the twenty were at the wall, here the tough part would come, many would die
They each took a grenade and tossed it over the wall, and hit the dirt in expectation of what was to happen. They felt the ground shake, and saw the dust arise. The men still at the first wall left their position and rushed towards the second as the first assault group went over the wall to finish the job. Many of the Bulgarians were dead, near dead, or just unwilling to fight, but some could and did. As soon as the Romanians hit the ground, indeed, if not before, they were engaged in bitter hand-to-hand combat. The Bulgarians fought back with an unexpected tenacity, but tenacity always is unexpected it seems. One man butted a Bulgarian in the head, and fired point blank, killing the man, only to be shot in the head by a Bulgarian Service Pistol. But eventually, especially with the help of the second wave the Bulgarians were killed. The Romanians had the street corner
almost. Now the occupied buildings stood in their way, the men realizing this began to climb back over the wall, to have some safety, but for a few it was to late. The Bulgarians, set up a machine gun in a window and mowed down 5 men as they tried to climb over. The Romanians responded with their own volleys, destroying glass, men, walls, and furniture. One Private reached for his Grenade and tossed it at the house. It didnt make it in, but rolled right in front of the window of the gun emplacement. With its explosion it was able to at least stun if not mortally wound the gunner, whereupon a Romanian soldier blasted at him with his own gun. Then on the crackle of the Platoons radio they could hear the order Fall back, fall back. The men were angry, they felt they couldve held the position given time, if only the other soldiers had kept up their own assault. The men returned to the first wall, and then back to their own encampment, there would be more assaults later
later.
