Stalingrado Site

Across the narrow, cratered street, the ruins of a department store loomed like a rotting tooth. Shadowy figures in field-gray moved through the second-floor windows. This was the "Rat’s War." There were no sweeping charges here, only room-to-room struggles where men fought with sharpened spades and jagged pieces of glass.

"Why?" Sasha asked, his voice trembling. "We need that to fight." Stalingrado

A term used by German soldiers to describe the brutal, close-quarters urban combat where every room and cellar had to be fought for. Across the narrow, cratered street, the ruins of

"Come on," he said to Sasha, who was shivering uncontrollably. "One more day." Across the narrow

Nikolai looked at his grease-stained hands. "If we stop being human, Sasha, then there’s nothing left to defend."