Silent is the night...

The quiet Dubno night once more take over again the artillery barrage subsides. Ozgurnikov sits in his bunker and quietly looks at the tactical map as his subordinates plot the advance of the German armored column.

 

He knows that this will be a short, violent knife fight. His men, form up behind the ditch and setup nests in the houses. Tanks take up their hull down positions. Heavy Mortar teams zero in their barrels to the targeted kill zone while lighter ones pepper the column to seperate the possible infantry support from the armor.

 

And they wait...

 

 

In the darkness on the edge of town...

"Everybody's got a secret, Sonny
Something that they just can't face
Some folks spend their whole lives tryin' to keep it
They carry it with `em every step that they take
Till some day they just cut it loose— cut it loose or
let it drag `em down
Where no one asks any questions, or looks too long in your face
In the darkness on the edge of town"

( B R U C E S P R I N G S T E E N )