"Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred," Commissar Blaze though to himself. He smiled and said, "Except, we will win."
Taking cover behind a box full of some sort of German supplies, Blaze started to take shots at the German defenders in the lobby. "It won't be long now...won't be long until we wipe every single one of these fascists from the earth."
Just then, Commissar Blaze noticed a new sound coming from the German side. "That noise... MG-42! GET TO COVER!"