Weeks passed. The dust of Lithuania gave way to the marshes of Russia. The 1st Panzer Division was now a veteran machine, but the wear was showing. The tanks were caked in a fine gray silt that jammed zippers and fouled filters.
Then, the command crackled through the headsets of every tank in the regiment, issued by the divisional commander: Achtung Panzer, Marsch! With the 1st German Pan...
As Kurt looked back at the smoke rising from the Leningrad suburbs, he felt a sense of grim foreboding. They were the "First"—always the first into the breach, the first to the bridge, the first to see the enemy. But the vastness of the East was beginning to swallow the steel. Weeks passed