Vasily Zaytsev

VASILY ZAYTSEV As nature took me back into times, To witness sadden and heroic events filled with cries, It was very soul engulfing that I couldn’t stand to witness, But was compelled by purpose to attend. Old time landed me safely at STARLINGARD I beheld a sniper riffle upon a raised platform, The shooter as I approached diminished, And I couldn’t say something to him, I followed my way from starlingard, Up to YELENINSKOYE ORENBURG, There the story began. Songs were heard in a family, A son came into the cosmo, With a saddened task facing him, Unknown was it to him, Destiny and fate moulded him in, That was VASILY ZAYTSEV The hero of Starlingard. Gradually he grew into a finetaker, Tracked down a wolf with only a bullet as a kid he was satisfied, Without a view of his role in Starlingard, Due to Hitler's territorial conquest. Troops marching out in thousands, Outnumbering the alluvial sands, The hope of the world was towards Starlingard, Since the soviet union subdued by Hitler. Starlingard became a stronghold, Because of the undying spirit of men in the patriotic war. Assigned to the 1047th Riffle Regiment, Vasily was the pride of the company which later was named 62nd army at Starlingard, That was on 17th September 1942, Vasily started shooting around the axis Zealous as he was on the battlefield, A sniper concealing his locations, Covering a large area from three positions, Known as the "sixies" up till today. Killing 11 scores plus armed men including 11 snipers. Making It 32 axis killings. Undiluted spirit of enthusiasm, Towards conquering enemies at the gates, Manifested by his perfect shootings, Calculating the bearings of directions of his sniper, Diminishing enemies until he conquered, To him there was no land beyond the ''VOLGA'' ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE