It was a bright, snowy day, in our beloved Soviet Motherland. We were allies with Germany for a while. But mere weeks ago, that changed. The Germans were delayed by our beloved Russian Mud. How we laughed at them, using pickaxes on mud.

Sadly, we had no floating mud. The Stunka dive-bombers were here in Kiev. Going for Stalingrad. Our city was swiftly bombed when the infantry, artillery, and tanks came. The Germans lost the "War to end all wars."

Once our city was gone, the Germans dranks a little Bavarian brew in joy. Not to much, though. They could not get drunk in a ruined city. So they left...

In Stalingrad, our beloved Stalingrad, the children, elderly, and unemployed made tank traps in the mud. Deep, wide, but narrow holes. But the Stunkas destroyed them! Tanks, infantry, and those horrible artillery emplacements... they gave the beloved defenders of Russia a fight. Then... the tanks stopped. Not by mud. They used up their gigantic fuel tanks. We fought back. They laid minefields. We kissed our cows goodbye and they cleared them the easy way!

The Germans soon fled the U.S.S.R. (United Soviet Socialist Republic) and never could come back, with the North American armies (Not just you foolish Americans -.-" Canada fought before you people did!) coming from the West, and the attackers of our motherland coming from the East.

It was finally time. April. 1945. April 30th, actually. Hitler, dressed in a new Nazi uniform, went into his private bunker. He grabbed his Luger (A P-085 model) and shot himself in the mouth. Germany dropped everything and ran. What a show!

And that, children, is how we overthrew the Third Reich without nuclear weapons!