"I will not stop... I will not stop..." Kariluoto wasn't stepping forward, he was crawling. His face was snow-white, and his voice was stiff and strangled as he yelled, "One more time, men..."

When the bullet struck, his mind burst with a strange release. He had three seconds to realize that he was dying, but in those three seconds he feared death less than he had in the entire war. He was almost content, as he realized, his consciousness fading, "That's it... Now it's over..."