In Helsinki, capital of Finland, faces were sombre last week. No bombs fell: the pretty, deadly silver ships that droned far overhead passed the city by. No enemy warships threatened the mined, ice-locked harbor. No hostile army was within 200 miles. A tense, ominous quiet settled down over the capital as its inhabitants waited for news of the great battle that would decide the fate of Finland.
In the blood-soaked snow and frozen muck of the plain south of Viipuri, Finland's Verdun, a sleepless, exhausted and incredibly brave Finnish army had for...
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