There was a battle here. The
mighty 6th German army fought
Russian armies for seven months.
After the thing was over, one
million men were killed. How do
you tell a story a battle without
using the word, blood. I'll try.
I can only say, soldiers were fed
into the carnage with little
regard
for their lives. Each side sensed
who ever won this battle shall
win
the war. Fighting got so hot
during
falling snow flakes that dogs
swim
across the Don River just to get
away
from the burning noise of death.
The
frozen dead looked like
mannequins
on white cloth landscapes. Some stacked in piles like rotten fruit. When
it was over in a city of 50,000,
only 1,500 citizens emerged slowly from underground. Years passed. A soldier's
letter written in pencil was found, saying, Can't get out. Remember me,
goodbye. Tell the children I love them."
