Wilhelm Adam was not the last Adam, nor the first Adam. Britain and the UK has displaced their memory of their WWII weakness and 'The Sword of Stalingrad' as their government, next to putrid USA military idiots, now pledges their hatred toward the same country that prevented England from being non-existent and renamed 'Hitlerville' as the POTUS and Mrs. Emhoff seems to be attracted to without hesitation by sending troops and financial support to assist what I perceive as the current edition of Netanyahu's government , 'Nazi Israel'.
My eyesight might not be perfect, but neither is your computer chip. German soldiers were clinging to their carved Christmas tree idols while foolishly claiming that the Soviet Union's version of Russia was 'godless'.
Ju-52's might limits your ability to cope with current conditions; the 'book of Esther' has been emphasized by too many beauty pageant enthusiast so I'm going to roughly steer toward the history of the beheading of 2 anti-Hitler siblings, namely Sophie and Hans Scholl. Invest in a copy of 'STALINGRAD' by Antony Beevor to read about more recent warfare and the outcome of individuals in 'Fatherland' vs. 'Motherland' tragedy. If you're fortunate, Michigan's Anthony Wickersham or California's Kamala Emhoff won't confiscate the book from you before you are able to learn to read at 1973's competent 7th grade reading level.
I'll try to find 'Bruckner's 5th' musical compilation without any help from Kenneth Hess, Chucky Rotramel the wild boar hunter, Kenneth Bruckner or Thomas Stigler. I did find the words to the following hymn more encouraging than vain reputations of ' how great is our god' emitting from the lips of very unfaithful, historically illiterate Sunday church-goers and their manipulative, dishonest 501(c)3corporate sales representatives:
The fire is flickering in the narrow stove
Resin oozes from the log like a tear
And the concertina in the bunker
Sings to me of your smile and eyes
The bushes whispered to me about you
In a snow-white field near Moscow
I want you above all to hear
How sad my living voice is
You are now very far away
Expanses of snow lie between us
It is hard for me to come to you
And here there are four steps to death
Sing concertina, in defiance of the snowstorm
Call out to that happiness that has lost its way
I'm warm in the cold bunker
Because of you inextinguishable love
Conditions aren't always as comfortable as 'Camp 48'. Compare Detroit Tigers Hurter #48 to Cleveland Guardians Noel #48 if that '48' looks very different than a dial code to Poland. đŸ’™ #48 is not #348.
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