“Our attacking soldiers ahead of our tanks had been halted at the German trenches and could move no further. My T-34 was ordered forward, and I hesitated to obey the command.

I said on the radio, ‘Captain, our own wounded are laying in our path. We cannot move forward.’

We were ordered to move forward or to face punishment. Even through the closed tank hatch, I could hear the screams of agony and terror as our tank rolled over our wounded and the enemy. My driver sobbed as he continued on. I felt like a butcher.

During the fighting, our turret suffered damage from an anti-tank rifle and we returned to the rear to have it seen by the mechanics. On our way back we came across the path we took through the German trenches and found mangled, flattened, and chopped up bodies of Russian and German soldiers.

It disgusted me so, I have not eaten meat in almost 40 years.”
– Sasha Veronyev. Soviet Red Army, 1943. Eastern Front.
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