Berlin, keystone city in the shoddy Nazi structure, was the masterpiece of all the senseless, suicidal last stands the Germans had painted in blood and flames along the roads back to it.
The world's fourth city, in its dying hours, was a monstrous thing of almost utter destruction. The once-wide Chaussees were mere lanes in a jungle of enormous ruins. Even the lanes heaved and quaked to underground explosions. The Germans, driven from the streets, had carried their final fighting to the subways, and the Russians blasted and burned them out. The...
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