章節 87: The Savior of Tsaritsyn

War was hell, figuratively speaking, of course. Though if hell really existed and was a plane that one entered for living a sinful a wicked life. One which wholly rejected Christianity and its virtues. Then Bruno liked to believe that it would look very much like a battlefield, especially those of the Great War which he had often studied in his past life. 

Any man who experienced the horrors of war would often change on a deeply personal level. Bruno himself had undergone subtle changes in his personality and was suffering from the early signs of posttraumatic stress disorder. While his brother Ludwig had been shell-shocked entirely by the conflict and had dedicated his life to preventing wars as much as possible. 

For Erich, it had turned him cold and indifferent to human life itself, let alone the suffering that was so rampant across the world. In fact, he got a slight bit of sadistic joy from inflicting that very suffering on his enemies.