Chapter 32“This sounds like a movie I saw on TV once,” Beulah said. “I can't remember the name of it.”
“Maybe looking back it seems that way but believe me, it was real enough.”
“Were you scared?”
“Yes, some of the time. Often, we were too busy to be scared. You act by instinct and it is only afterward when you have time to think that the fear comes.”
“That must have been hard.”
“We didn't have much choice,” I said.
The Germans and the Russians faced each other across the Volga in stalemate. Every day, artillery bombarded each side with equal devastation. The ground erupted. Men were blown into the air. Many died. Overhead, planes flew. It became a lethal guessing game. When would the bombers come? When would the fighters strafe the camp? How many times would we change locations in a
