Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Nov

28

1942

Romanian prisoners are escorted off the battlefield

Romanian prisoners of war, they faced a bleak and uncertain future.

On the roads lie helmets decorated with the Romanian royal coat of arms, thousands of cartridges, grenades, rifles. A Romanian strongpoint. A mountain of empty, sooty cartridges by the machine-gun nest. White sheets of writing paper are lying in the communication trench. The brown winter steppe has turned brick red from blood. There are rifles with butts splintered by Russian bullets. And crowds of prisoners are moving towards us all the time.