“I sit, huddled in this mass of earth, writing to you. The look of apprehension on our faces during the Soviet shelling is not to be believed. Never call me a hero again. Never in this war have I seen a hero. Just young men dead. For all the Iron Crosses handed out, the one of wood seems to be in the majority here. And for us men in this bunker, this is our Christmas present from the Führer. Death and destruction, and the added fear that even if we live through this we will not return as the lovers and sons we were purported to be.”
- Letter from one of countless souls who died in Stalingrad on Christmas in 1942.
The author is not know.
- Letter from one of countless souls who died in Stalingrad on Christmas in 1942.
The author is not know.