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Günter Koschorrek wrote his illicit diary on any scraps of paper he could lay his hands on, storing them with his mother on infrequent trips home on leave. The diary went missing, and it was not until he was reunited with his daughter in America some forty years later that it came to light and became Blood Red Snow. The authors excitement at the first encounter with the enemy in the Russian Steppe is obvious. Later, the horror and confusion of fighting in the streets of Stalingrad are brought to life by his descriptions of the others in his unit their differing manners and techniques for dealing with the squalor and death. He is also posted to Romania and Italy, assignments he remembers fondly compared to his time on the Eastern Front. This book stands as a memorial to the huge numbers on both sides who did not survive and is, some six decades later, the fulfilment of a responsibility the author feels to honour the memory of those who perished.
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Blood Red Snow, Günter K. Koschorrek
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 2011
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- Titolo
- Blood Red Snow
- Lingua
- Inglese
- Autori
- Günter K. Koschorrek
- Editore
- Pen & Sword Books Ltd
- Pubblicato
- 2011
- Formato
- In brossura
- Pagine
- 288
- ISBN10
- 1848325967
- ISBN13
- 9781848325968
- Serie
- Tag
- Saggistica, Tema stórico, Storie vere, Biografie, Storia, Autobiografie e memorie, Giornalismo narrativo, Storia Militare, Prosa di guerra, Guerre, Francia, Seconda guerra mondiale, Europa Meridionale, Italia, Russia, Memorie, Basato su eventi reali, Romania, Tedeschi, Fronte Orientale (Seconda Guerra Mondiale), Stalingrado, Memorie Autentiche di Guerra
- Prima pubblicazione
- 1995
- Titolo originale
- Vergiss die Zeit der Dornen nicht
- Valutazione
- 4,2 su 5
- Descrizione
- Günter Koschorrek wrote his illicit diary on any scraps of paper he could lay his hands on, storing them with his mother on infrequent trips home on leave. The diary went missing, and it was not until he was reunited with his daughter in America some forty years later that it came to light and became Blood Red Snow. The authors excitement at the first encounter with the enemy in the Russian Steppe is obvious. Later, the horror and confusion of fighting in the streets of Stalingrad are brought to life by his descriptions of the others in his unit their differing manners and techniques for dealing with the squalor and death. He is also posted to Romania and Italy, assignments he remembers fondly compared to his time on the Eastern Front. This book stands as a memorial to the huge numbers on both sides who did not survive and is, some six decades later, the fulfilment of a responsibility the author feels to honour the memory of those who perished.