Word: rostov
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Germans back from Moscow's door, but had yet to press them far enough. It was the face of the German in the North Caucasus; in the streets of Novorossiisk (the Red Fleet's fallen base on the Black Sea); in the oilfields of Grozny; halfway from Rostov to the great oil prize of Baku...
...Mama, there are two Germans in our pigsty; they are breaking down the wall looking onto the street," cried a 13-year-old boy to his mother. The Cossack woman's husband had been killed at Rostov. She cautiously drew from under the floor an old scimitar wrapped in rags, drew it from its scabbard, tried its edge and resolutely made for the door. Creeping toward the pigsty, she stood crouching by the door awaiting a signal from her son. The boy squeaked softly like a mouse...
...streamed westward to take up guns with the embattled Red Army. Bunker by bunker, from every concrete pillbox and every swallow's nest hollowed nastily from the earth, the Russians were putting up a defense of Stalingrad that would rank at least with those of Sevastopol and Rostov. Unquenchable in their hearts was the hope that in the end it would rank with Leningrad and Moscow-prizes that once were within the enemy's grasp, but never taken...
This time it was Russia. Now Leeb took the left, assailed Leningrad. Bock took the center, headed for Moscow. Rundstedt took the right and headed for Rostov. This time, in a campaign against which the Junker clique was reported to have fought and been overruled, the trio failed...
When the madness passed, Bock went back on the Russian front: he had Rundstedt's old southern sector, and this time knifed through and past Rostov. So did Leeb, in his old Leningrad sector. "Der General" went back to harness, too, and der Führer had honored him with one of the Reich's most important but least thankful commands. In France, at the first, it was quiet and there was much building to do. Now there are more invasion barges on the beaches, more gunfire in the night, and the skies are laced with the bright...