Drinking Through Time.

There was nothing he could do while sitting inside his own kitchen observing old maps, and reading the small prints about the fall of Berlin under the heel of the Soviet Storm. He imagined himself as a shock trooper pushing his and fighting his way to end the Third Reich and avenge the countless lives lost to the Nazis in the Motherland called Russia. He spent hours pouring over maps, and photographs inside the book he just brought home. The man did not eat or drink all day. For he was far too psyched to even realize how hungry he was. Instead of eating he chose to drink. His stomach did not feel hungry, and he did not care at the moment.

Looking in the fridge he found beer, nothing but beer and vodka. There was meat for ham sandwiches or Turkey for a turkey sandwich. No he did not want those either just beer. He grabbed three from the shelf and drank the quickly. He grabbed a few more consumed them before passing out. The reader lay there on the kitchen table sprawled over the book he just purchased from the library. Something woke him up and he discovered Russian soldiers around him asking what he was doing asleep. Tanks sped past them followed by shooting, artillery and screaming. He even heard the Katyusha Rockets roaring in the air. Each noise startled him to the point of soiling himself. Wherever he was he had no clue until he turned around. Before his very eyes stood the city of Berlin in the year of 1945.