BATTLE OF RUSSIA
To the German burgher, this was the blackest New Year since Versailles. No oratory, no promise of retribution could conceal the vast and calamitous defeat in the East.
To the German soldier, this was January of 1943 all over again. For he was in flight, as he had been a year earlier. And again the icy road back was dotted with wrecked tanks, twisted guns, dead comrades.
Again Russian hamlets set afire by alien hands glowed in the bluish dusk, and misshapen figures dangled from the gallows. Again the thunder...