William Reichardt

Krasnodon...A beautiful city, only Russian. Long bombings have destroyed everything here, but we will quickly restore it.

The civilians didn't suffer at all, not at all. They lived almost like us, walked, ran, had fun. We sent the Jews to work in the mines. Who knows, maybe they died.

All the Nazis and high-ranking officers liked to spend the evening at the local cabaret. They say there is a wonderful dancer there. Who knows, maybe it's true.

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