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Courtesy of ITN/Source
Thousands of shells, stream through the night. By the light of gunflashes cameras photograph Soviet artillery in action.
Tanks laden with automatic riflemen press on as the tidal wave rolls forward to exploit a breakthrough
“I cannot get away from destiny”, said Adolf Hitler recently, “It haunts me day and night.”
How painfully true must he have found that remark to be when, instead of digging in until the Spring, his divisions are confronted with the prospect of a winter more terrible than the last.
His intuition must have boggled at the sight of his armies in Russia confronted with a series of offences, any one of which may seriously threaten his entire campaign. Here on the central front alone, the Red Army divisions are biting deeper and deeper into the German lines. General Zhukov was responsible for the brilliant operation.
In the wake of the advancing Russians there came those who had been driven from their homes, eager to return to what may remain. Slowly, grimly, painfully wending their way, to try and pick up the threads of life in the now liberated villages.