The sounds of bombs descended on my shelter, like birds with broken wings. I sat making no sounds of my own, as a lit cigarette burnt itself to the butt between my lips. I was tired. A resounding echo flooded my consciousness, as I tried my best to focus the sound away, and to try and enjoy the one moment of clarity I would have before another arrived. Another bomb collided with the roof far above, causing a few pieces of concrete to break off and shatter itself on the ground near my feet. I watched as the pieces turned into pebbles. It was almost cathartic to witness. To see something so strong fall from above and break into tiny little pieces, tiny pathetic little pieces, that I could crush again and again just under my foot. Bits of ash dripped onto my shoes as I watched the pebbles. I was tired. A loud bang came from the hallway to my right. Someone new was here. I opened my mouth and let the cigarette fall to the ground, and I crushed it underfoot. Standing from my place, I upholstered my pistol and stretched for a few seconds, before I spoke out.

"Mein Führer, I'm going to need you to hide for a moment" I said calmly.

"Another one comes again, yes?" He responded. He was accustom to this ordeal by this point.

"As always, Mein Führer." I left him to his own devices, I'd personally rather not know the twisted imaginations inside his brain, as I walked into the hallway from where the sound came from. The artificial lights that lit up the corridor made me feel sick. I'd forgotten the feeling of the suns touch. My wife's face. My daughters laugh. Shit, I even miss how much my son would piss me off, asking questions he knew the answers to, just to see if I was as smart as him. I was tired. I stood patiently, as I always do, about 20 meters from the corners edge. A stranger came into my paths view and without a second thought I put a bullet into his chest. He collapsed like a sack of bricks filled with cement. I nonchalantly walked over to him and inspected his body. Fake garbs to resemble the clothes the solders would wear. I had to admit, they're improving. He looked young. They normally do. Only a child would think he could change the past like this. I grabbed him by his right leg and dragged him the direction he came from. I knew this labyrinth like the back of my hand and I prayed every day, every single god damn day, that I would get the chance to cut that hand off. I was tired. A large metal door stood in front of me. It was a normal looking door. Maybe that was the most abnormal part about it. Just how normal it looked. I swung it open, like usual, and I stared at the hundreds of corpses of men with bigger dreams than I ever had. Picking up my new friend, I flung him onto the heap and he landed with the same thud they all do. I pulled another cigarette from my mouth and swung the door behind me as I walked back to Mein Führer. I sat back down on my chair, as a little bit of stress creaked at the wooden legs. That was new. I lit my cigarette and let it hang in my mouth, as I listened to the bombs descend on my shelter, like birds with broken wings. A large bang came from the hallway to my right.

"Mein Führer, I'm going to need you to hide for a moment" I said calmly.

"Another one comes again, yes?"

"As always, Mein Führer."

I was tired.