Thursday, July 12, 2012



July 1942

Russian resistance stiffens on the Eastern front

There was a sudden yell. Franzl looked wildly at me. ‘Know anything about tanks? he asked We leapt up and stared over towards the Russian lines. A curse on them! There they were, moving towards us, tanks, on a wide front, a whole phalanx of monsters of steel, T34s, and our terror paralysed us… My God! groaned Franzl ‘There must be forty of them. Now we can write our wills’ !