In the sunny Crimea, on the southern end of the great Russian battlefront, soldiers of two nations saw the first signs of spring last week. To the Germans, the first buds and the first faint greening of the grass made a welcome sight. Their High Command announced the coming of spring. But to the Russians spring was bad news. Against the threat of burgeoning trees, they fought savagely from Kerch on Crimea's eastern tip to the snowbound Leningrad pocket.
They also fought effectively. Hints of the headlong desperation of their smashing drives into...
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