You can almost see it in their faces. No matter how many they kill or capture, the Red Army fights on with seemingly endless reinforcements and resources. Over thousands of miles.
ryhntyntyn
On Franziskanerstr in Munich there’s a Guitarshop. I go there for repairs. It’s a bit of a walk from the main train line. I have a hard case for my hollow body guitar and it’s heavy, so I carry it over my shoulder.
So a few years ago I get stopped on the way by this old man, who told me in German, well first he said hello, then he asked what was in the case. I said a guitar. He asked if it was heavy. I said a bit. He said that when he was my age, that he had been a machine gunner and he carried his machine gun like I carried my guitar. He said it was also heavy and he told me that he carried that damn thing all the way home from the Crimea, cursing it every step.
He asked if I was any good. I told him no. He laughed and said he wasn’t either, and he much preferred walking without it. Then he said it was very good that I could carry a guitar instead of a machine gun. I agreed. After that he wished me good luck and off he went. He went north and I went south to the shop.
Over the shoulder, just like this kid up here, but the old man I talked to was in the Crimea not at Stalingrad.
![Panzer grenadiers of the 16th Panzer Division of the Wehrmacht who came to the bank of the Volga at Stalingrad. August 25, 1942. [1343 x 869]](https://i.redd.it/z0hq59ilhf651.jpg)
A_Wizard1717
Chances are they all died within 6 months
dusibello
You can almost see it in their faces. No matter how many they kill or capture, the Red Army fights on with seemingly endless reinforcements and resources. Over thousands of miles.
ryhntyntyn
On Franziskanerstr in Munich there’s a Guitarshop. I go there for repairs. It’s a bit of a walk from the main train line. I have a hard case for my hollow body guitar and it’s heavy, so I carry it over my shoulder.
So a few years ago I get stopped on the way by this old man, who told me in German, well first he said hello, then he asked what was in the case. I said a guitar. He asked if it was heavy. I said a bit. He said that when he was my age, that he had been a machine gunner and he carried his machine gun like I carried my guitar. He said it was also heavy and he told me that he carried that damn thing all the way home from the Crimea, cursing it every step.
He asked if I was any good. I told him no. He laughed and said he wasn’t either, and he much preferred walking without it. Then he said it was very good that I could carry a guitar instead of a machine gun. I agreed. After that he wished me good luck and off he went. He went north and I went south to the shop.
Over the shoulder, just like this kid up here, but the old man I talked to was in the Crimea not at Stalingrad.