Seelowe

Strudel Stollen Stuka time. We eat our cake on the Heights above the village. As the Soviets come into our big gun range, we wait. We'll bide our time and tear them a new hole.

Seelowe Heights New Year 1945.

Nothing has been like this before. It's that battle, two opposing power blocks. After this fight, this won't be over. A new world order. We aim our guns; 105 and 155s and our trusty 88s.

One hundred thousand SS troops waiting for Ivan. It will be quite a tear up. Kalashnikov meeting Schmeisser, Nebelwerfer meeting Katyusha. What side would you like to be on, win or lose?

Or treat it like a game, replay it time and again. Let Fascist Nazis win and then Communist Sovets. Playing with men’s lives like a cat toying with a mouse.

Soon it will start.

No more eating Stollen or Strudel cake. Our Stukas fly over head. Come on lads, pick up your guns and charge your shells. It's time!

War on the Seelowe Heights.