On the Russian front, farther north every day, the snow melted from the faces of the winter dead. All around them, Nazi and Communist, the world's greatest battle still flared. Living men had taken their places, in untold thousands. They fought savagely, as though each tomorrow would bring victory.
Savage as the fighting was and had been, it would soon out-savage all that had gone before. All along the 1,200-mile front, the certain threat of a new and deadlier battle, to begin with the drying of the ground, hung like the storm cloud...
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