By April 1945, Private John Miller’s unit had been fighting for what felt like a lifetime. The Allies were closing in on Berlin, but the German resistance was still fierce. In a small village near the Elbe River, John’s squad received orders to hold their position against a German counteroffensive. It would be their final stand.
The night was tense as the soldiers dug in, preparing for the worst. John, with his rifle in hand, could hear the distant rumble of enemy tanks. His mind raced with memories of the friends he had lost, but there was no time for grief now. They had a job to do.
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