Warm winds from the southwest blew across the southern Ukraine last week. From Kharkov to the Sea of Azov the snow began to melt and the rich black earth steamed. Red Army men took off their cloth helmets and marched bareheaded. Tankers lifted their turrets and breathed lungfuls of the fresh, clean air.
A little ahead of time, the weather of spring had come, and it was lovely. Perhaps it had come too soon for the Russians. In three months the Red Army had performed near miracles by driving the Wehrmacht back into...
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