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Ob’s stürmt oder schneit,
Ob die Sonne uns lacht,
Der Tag glühend heiß
Oder eiskalt die Nacht,
Verstaubt sind die Gesichter,
Doch froh ist unser Sinn,
Ja unser Sinn.
Es braust unser Panzer
Im Sturmwind dahin!

That was a great scene, with Robert Shaw and Hans Christian Blech!

Regards,

Best scene!

... among all the bad special effects.

Die Lange Lange Strasse Lang - Wolfgang Borchert

They buried 57 near Voronezh. I am Lieutenant Fischer. They have forgotten me. I wasn’t quite dead yet. I’ve been wounded twice. Now I’m Mr. Fischer. I am 25 years old. 25 times 57. And they buried them at Voronezh. Just me, me, I’m still on the go. I still have to get the tram. I’m hungry ...

57 come to Germany every night ... 57 come to my bed every night, 57 ask every night: where’s your company? At Voronezh, I say then. Buried, I say. Buried at Voronezh. 57 ask man by man: why? And 57 times I’m silent.

57 go to their father at night. 57 and Lieutenant Fischer. I am a lieutenant Fischer. 57 ask their father at night: Father, why? And the father remains silent 57 times. And he’s freezing in his shirt. But he comes with.

57 go to the mayor at night. 57 and the father and me. 57 ask the mayor at night: mayor, why? And the mayor remains silent 57 times. And he’s freezing in his shirt. But he comes with.

57 go to the pastor at night. 57 and the father and the mayor and me. 57 ask the pastor at night: pastor, why? And the pastor remains silent 57 times. And he’s freezing in his shirt. But he comes with.

57 go to the schoolmaster at night. 57 and the father and the mayor and the pastor and me. 57 ask the schoolmaster at night: schoolmaster, why? And the schoolmaster remains silent 57 times. And he’s freezing in his shirt. But he comes with.

57 go to the general at night. 57 and the father and the mayor and the pastor and the schoolmaster and me. 57 ask the general at night: General, why? And the general — the general doesn’t even turn around. Then the father kills him. And the pastor? the pastor remains silent.

57 go to the minister at night. 57 and the father and the mayor and the pastor and the schoolmaster and me. 57 ask the minister at night: Minister why? The Minister was very frightened. He had already hid behind the champagne basket, behind the champagne. And then he raised his glass and toasted south and north and west and east. And then he says: Germany, comrades, Germany! Therefore! Then the 57 look around. Silent. So long and silent. And they look south and north and west and east And then they quietly ask: Germany? Therefore? Then the 57 turn around. And never look around. 57 lie down in grave again at Voronezh. They have old poor faces. Like women. Like mother. And they say eternally: Why? Therefore? Therefore?

They buried 57 at Voronezh. I’m above ground. I am Lieutenant Fischer. I am 25. I still want to go to the tram. I want to. I’ve been traveling for a long time. I’m just hungry. But I have to. 57 ask: why? And I’m above ground. And I’ve been on the long, long road for so long.

Reich nostalgia is an odd thing some weaker types seem to indulge in for whatever reason.

"Germany is willing to become a “guarantor state” for a potential peace agreement between Ukraine and Russia, a government spokesman said on Wednesday."

Oh, the heaping irony!

Can you hum a few bars?