Steel Soviet Union

"Good morning, Mrs. Bertha, this is a letter from your husband from the front line. Thank you for your husband and your family's contribution to the head of state and the country. If you need anything, you can contact me at any time. You know our Call me and I'll be happy to help."

She reached out and took the envelope handed over by the postman in front of her. Mrs. Bertha, who had already remembered that today was the day to send letters, suddenly reacted.

"I almost forgot what day it is! Please wait, I have a letter that needs to be sent."

"Okay, Mrs. Bertha, I'll wait for you here. There's no rush."

She quickly ran back to her room and took out an envelope that had already been sealed. Mrs. Bertha, who seemed a little anxious, quickly returned to the door of the room for the second time and handed the things in her hands to the one who was still waiting there. Postman.

"Okay, should I send it to your husband as before?"

The postman took the envelope with both hands and asked Mrs. Bertha polite questions as always. For more than a year, Mrs. Bertha almost only wrote letters to her husband. Although asking questions like this was part of her duty, it was still a bit redundant.

"Yes, please send it to my husband, just like before."

Letters sent to the front line will have specialized military personnel responsible for checking the numbers and distributing addresses. As a postman, all you have to do is transfer the letters to the military.

"Understood, Mrs. Bertha, have a nice day, and I'll deliver the letter to where it belongs."

Looking at the postman's hurried figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, Mrs. Bertha, who missed her husband quite a bit, felt a little lost for a moment.

The last time Colonel Weeks went home to visit relatives was more than a year ago, and he never came back since he went to the Russian battlefield.

Her husband's letter at the beginning of the year described the Russian winter as very scary. A sudden drop in temperature in just one night could freeze to death in the ice and snow, and countless people were left disabled by frostbite. This inevitably made the sentimental Mrs. Bertha Worried about her husband's life.

Fortunately, Colonel Weeks said in the letter that everything was fine. He just caught a cold in the Russian capital of Moscow, but he had completely recovered before the arrival of spring, and there was no need to worry about it now.

Colonel Weeks would send a letter home every month, sometimes with a photo of himself on the front line in the envelope, just to prove to his wife that what he said was true and everything was fine.

After returning to the room, Mrs. Bertha sat at the desk and opened the envelope. The letter paper that smelled of pen water immediately slipped out and fell on the table. The long-awaited message and handwriting were immediately unfolded and fully presented. before.

"I don't know what to say anymore, dear, you know it's a headache for me to write to you every month. But don't get me wrong, my headache is how to make you believe that I'm here Everything is fine on the front line. How can you and the two children feel reassured about everything about me? The first news I want to tell you is the same as before. Everything is fine on the front line. "

Although the impression left on the enemy and even his subordinates on the front line is always with the word "cold", in real life, Colonel Weeks is actually a very caring person, especially her remarried wife and the two A child who has no blood relationship with him.

Yes, Colonel Weeks is not a man with a perfect family, at least in the eyes of his colleagues and others.

Colonel Weicker's current and only registered married wife, Bertha, is his childhood sweetheart who grew up with him. However, Mrs. Bertha's identity is a bit special. She is Weicker, a member of the Junker aristocracy. The daughter of a maid in Colonel Si's house.

The relationship between Weikes and Bertha became an alternative in the eyes of the elders in the family.

Especially Weeks' lieutenant general's father, even at the cost of beating this precious son who he had been reluctant to touch with a finger since he was a child, forcing him to give up his relationship with Bertha and follow his own arrangements: Harmony with others is tolerable. The only daughter of his old comrade-in-arms from a noble family was getting married, thus realizing a bundled marriage in terms of family interests.

Fed up with the aristocratic life, Weeks refused. He rushed out of the mansion and left the mansion where he had lived for more than ten years. Then he signed up to join the army and ran to the battlefield to fight for His Majesty the Kaiser.

Unable to resist his precious son's father, he made a certain compromise. The matter of family marriage was temporarily put on hold until after the war. However, the only love affair with Bertha was something that the lieutenant general's father would never tolerate. The bottom line of concession.

My father, who valued military honor very much, would never tolerate his only son marrying the daughter of a servant, especially when this servant was his own servant!

What is unexpected is that His Majesty the Kaiser, who aspired to the stars and the sea, was defeated, and he was defeated by his own people stabbing him from the inside.

Weeks' lieutenant general father became ill because he could not bear such a huge blow.

When he was dying, he hoped to see his precious son fulfill his wish and marry the daughter of his old comrade-in-arms to complete the family marriage.

However, due to the double blow of the failure of his first love and the trauma of the war, Weeks, who already had a somewhat distorted personality, never returned home to see his father again, even though he knew that his father had passed away soon.

After his father passed away, Weeks, who returned home and inherited the family business, used many methods to try to find Bertha and her daughter, who had been expelled by his father, and even used family connections and paid some price to get them out. turn up.

Joy and pain sometimes go hand in hand.

It took Weeks three years to finally find the beloved Bertha in a small rural village in the Ruhr. However, at this time, Bertha had already been forced to marry a rich and rough worker due to the death of her mother and the pressure of life. He was a reckless man and gave birth to two children.

After receiving the news, Weeks was so angry that he was shaking all over. He had never smoked and smoked eight boxes of cigarettes that night, almost exploding his lungs. The more you can make yourself feel satisfied at this moment.

It was also from this time on that Weeks, who had suffered repeated blows in his life, was very hostile to those workers who were covered in the sour smell of sweat. This was a pathological psychological distortion and not just class hatred.

When Weeks was about to take one last look at Bertha and say goodbye to his past completely, he saw a scene he could never bear to see at the door of Bertha's home in Xiangcun Village.

The dirty and dirty worker, whose whole body smelled of the sour sweat of just coming off work, actually picked up a wooden stick as thick as his own arm and chased Bertha.

The two children were so frightened that they sat on the ground and cried. The reason for all this was simply that the dinner prepared by Bertha was not to the taste of this reckless man.

Weeks knew very well that Bertha, who had learned maid skills from her mother since she was a child, actually had very good cooking skills.

Similarly, Weeks, who was already erupting like a volcano, also knew that this reckless man's fate was coming to an end.

Weeks pulled out a gun and shot the reckless man who "was trying to kill his wife with a murder weapon." He escaped all punishment and legal trial through the operation of some reasonable family methods, and was even published in the local newspaper. He heard the news about a major of the National Defense Forces who acted bravely and fought against evildoers.

The wedding of Weikes and Bertha was blessed by their colleagues, and Halder, as the highest-ranking general present, sent his own personal blessing to Weikes.

"I heard your story, Major Weeks, and I think I respect and admire your courage to pursue love boldly and persistently! Congratulations, you are a brave soldier who dares to take action."

The beautiful love story that finally got married after going through hardships has come to an end here.

Weeks, who is sometimes "schizophrenic" on weekdays, only becomes extremely gentle when he is in Bertha's warm haven. He loves his house and loves everything, and he always treats Bertha's two children as his own. In the eyes of outsiders, Here is a very enviable family of four.

"I think I'll probably be back before Christmas, dear. The Russians continue to fight in this city named after their evil leader, but our troops and soldiers are more loyal, braver, and stronger! It won't be long before we Can end everything here!"

"I will become a general! And then continue to be promoted. I will surpass my father who is full of mistakes! I will give you and the children the best life! No matter what, I will try my best to come back alive from the battlefield, no matter what Use what means to pay what price.”

"I will use all my strength to love you and the children! Make up for everything I failed to do when I was young! Even on the battlefield in Russia, I will always miss and love you, forever."

This is the end of a not-so-long letter home.

Mrs. Bertha, who had just put down the letter, was already wet with tears. She suddenly felt that she might be the happiest woman in the world.

She has a husband who is about to become a general who loves her forever, and two almost-adult children who are also deeply loved by her husband. As a senior military dependent, she is surrounded by the splendor and wealth, so that she can truly feel that her husband is always there. The presence.

For a maid's daughter, such a life is already a gift from God and something beyond her reach. She has no reason not to be grateful for all this and feel satisfied.

Outside the door of the room, two children, a boy and a girl, who had not gone to school on vacation today, showed their little heads and looked at their mother with smiles. The two children who were more thoughtful knew that today was the day when their father would send a letter back every month.

"Did dad say when he would be back?"

Gentle and slender hands brushed the little heads of the two children beside her knees. Bertha, who had wiped away her tears before the two children saw her and smiled, answered with a smile.

"Soon, dad said he will be back before Christmas and will bring you both gifts!"

Later, some neighbors heard that the laughter coming from Colonel Weeks' house that day was something they had never heard in more than a year.