As bigger & bigger patches of green spread on the snow fields, it seemed that the Russian was left-jabbing desperately to keep the Nazi off balance, as if he were a groggy but still brutally strong fighter recovering from his winter knockdown and shaking the mist from his brain. Both sides admitted fierce enemy attacks-repulsed, of course-and neither side claimed the capture of any important town. In the south, the Germans sent up tank replacements painted green for spring.
Hitler had not started the great push; the Russians-hoped that he was scraping the barrel's bottom to man it; and they were...
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