Small Excerpts form the Sven Hassel Series

“Death! What is that? It comes like lightning. We were always expecting it and it had become a companion, a habit. None of us was religious. We had never had time. Sometimes, in a shell hole, we might discuss death, but none of us knew if there was any hereafter. How could we?”

Excerpt from Monte Cassino by Sven Hassel

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