Descriptive Paragraph of a War Scene

Two men stood at where the window once was, looking furtively out at the ruins that was East Berlin, hoping, or rather, not hoping to see their enemies before they arrived. The stench of smoke and rotting bodies was everywhere, the heat of the flames bearing down on the two lonely sentries. The putrid taste of the aftermath of a battle was so overpowering and constant that the rumble of a distant thunder that had arrived to strike them down was not detected until it was almost too late. “Tanks!” one of them shouted, pointing to a nearby displacement of smoke. The Russians had arrived, thunder sounding from the crash of their boots and the tread of the tanks, light glinting off their many pieces of metal, crushing East Berlin beneath them.