The armies finally came to grips at Stalingrad.

rosso corsa:

I was anxietous; yet, determined to survive this. I kept clenching my thighs to stop myself from pissing my pants.

In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,) Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide, I dream, I dream, I dream.