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Sam
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On June 22, 1941, the Nazi ruler Adolf Hitler launched operation Barbarossa, invading the Soviet Union. The Soviets were caught off guard, and quickly fell to the well trained, battle hardened German soldiers. The Wehrmacht blitzed their way through line after line of soviet defense, until before long they arrived at the gates of Moscow, the very heart of the USSR.
Hitler, deciding that the lives of German soldiers was worth much more than taking the well defended capital, moved south to attack Stalingrad, the city named after the great Soviet leader, Stalin. This would cut supply lines to the rest of the USSR, and leave Moscow to be dealt with later. Once Hitler's intentions became clear, Stalin sent word to the city of Stalingrad, already under massive air raid from the Luftwaffe, that anybody strong enough to hold a rifle would defend the city at any cost.
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Alya hurried through the streets as rain fell on the ruined, deserted city of Stalingrad. She had a makeshift pouch slung over her shoulder, filled with food that would keep her alive for the next few days as she hid. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into the leg of someone, falling back onto her bottom. "Ooph." she grunted as she hit the floor, adjusting the helmet on her head that was obviously too large for her. "Sorry."
Hitler, deciding that the lives of German soldiers was worth much more than taking the well defended capital, moved south to attack Stalingrad, the city named after the great Soviet leader, Stalin. This would cut supply lines to the rest of the USSR, and leave Moscow to be dealt with later. Once Hitler's intentions became clear, Stalin sent word to the city of Stalingrad, already under massive air raid from the Luftwaffe, that anybody strong enough to hold a rifle would defend the city at any cost.
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Alya hurried through the streets as rain fell on the ruined, deserted city of Stalingrad. She had a makeshift pouch slung over her shoulder, filled with food that would keep her alive for the next few days as she hid. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into the leg of someone, falling back onto her bottom. "Ooph." she grunted as she hit the floor, adjusting the helmet on her head that was obviously too large for her. "Sorry."