AN: This was bar none the hardest update to write and I tried several different rewrites, but I felt like none really did it justice.
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Entries from the diary of war correspondent Sidney "Sid" Wilkes
Hotel Metropol, Moscow
Late January/ 1942
THE "news" the Soviet censors feed you is utter garbage. Pravda, Red Star, all of it. You can't believe a word it says, even though you have to re-write it as if it were God's honest truth.
It's the whispers you hear in hallways, scraps here and there, that hold the real truth. They keep you a virtual prisoner here, but you can catch the pieces and put them together. There are too many parts, too many people involved to hide everything.
It makes me sick to know what the world hears will not be what actually happened here, but I must get the record, before it is erased by bullets or vodka.
The Battle of Moscow was at once glorious and ugly, on scales I have never seen before
{NOTE IN MARGIN, added 1948}
[What I could not know at the time were the sheer scale of casualties. 1 100 000 Germans and 2 600 000 Soviets participated in the battle. German casualties were approximately 290 000 and Soviet casualties were, at best estimate, 780 000. The scale is shocking. Losses in tanks and planes, guns and trucks, I cannot even think about given the human cost]
Battle isn't exactly accurate either. It was a series of battles, perhaps from mid-November, and turning into a Soviet counterattack now. The fighting went into the city at several points, levelling about 1/6th of Moscow. Air raids, a mini-Blitz, and shelling by German artillery happened too, but the Muscovites bore it well.
They -we- perhaps? I don't even know how to characterize my relationship with the Soviets, pushed them back. They had to. This is a war of annihilation, and the Nazis believe themselves ordained to rule Russia, and have no problem removing the problem that is the Russians living there.
Nobody even knows if the Stalin that swore he would fight in Moscow was Stalin at all or merely a body double, but because of the intensity and necessity of the defence of Moscow, nobody really cared anyway.
The sheer ugliness is overwhelming, but, I must say again, it must go on the record, before it is destroyed by bullets, bombs or the bottle. May I never have to write about such a battle again.