From a trench freshly carved in the fat Ukrainian soil, Colonel General Pavel Rot-mistrov stared across the plain. In the distance smoke rose from burning villages. Buglike Russian tanks crawled forward, angrily broke up German counterattacks. Overhead, Stormoviks bombed and strafed. Before Rotmistrov's eyes ten encircled German divisions were being mashed out of existence.
Books and Death. In his dugout later, Rotmistrov met Soviet newsmen. Happily he talked of J. B. Priestley's Blackout in Gretley, of cabbages, and kings, and strategy. The newsmen were impressed: this tall, athletic man was a hero, one of Russia's ablest tank tacticians. Stooping over a map,...
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