German soldiers, Stalingrad.
Stalingrad is one of my favourite WW2 battles (insofar as one can enjoy bloodbaths when one ostensibly isn’t Elizabeth Báthory) because it’s so… war. When I think of war, I think of Stalingrad. Battles being fought for a few inches of concrete, soldiers dying to defend a few feet of broken glass.
‘The forest of dead at Katyn,’ a Nazi propaganda poster depicting the Katyn massacre of Polish officers at the hands of the Soviets.
On 5 March 1940, Stalin signed their [The Poles] death warrant—an NKVD order condemning 21,857 prisoners to “the supreme penalty: shooting.” They had been condemned as “hardened and uncompromising enemies of Soviet authority.”
Something like how I picture the take down happening
GO HOME KOSTIK!
Anyone have any suggestions for food in Munich?
Haven’t eaten since we got off the plane AND EVERYTHING SMELLS WONDERFUL!!
Any good food down near Zeneltistraße?
Welp, mark that one off the list
w-wait… wait what?!
No no no no no not yet! There are still so many people I haven’t gotten to say goodbye to yet! Like my sister or Kelsey or Canavino or East or or or ANYBODY FROM WORK!!
We can come back but that won’t be until later and I don’t know how much sooner than later! WHAT IF EVERYONE’S GONE BY THEN?!
MY HEART IS BREAKING!!!!!
Let me tell you something, I had NO idea anyone here, in America, in the southeast, in Georgia, took UEFA so seriously. Okay, yeah, that’s a little ignorant of me, but when redneck-racist-Republicans are all that’s around I never really figured there was anyone around here who knew what football/soccer was, nevertheless actually watched it.
I mean, Jesus, I thought the Yankee’s/Redsox rumbles where bad. Ain’t got shit on what we just came from.