Over the last month I ploughed through three books, all of which I can recommend even though two of them are from the fascist point of view.
First Red star against the swastika, A sturmovik pilots memoires, Joining a guards regiment in 42, it recounts his prewar and wartime adventures. Written in a very patriotic soviet sort of a way, with a touch of biggles, His stories bound along and draw you in. The trivia and detail he recalls, add depth and you end with a real sence of soviet patriotic pride.
Second Sniper on the Eastern Front. A german mountain troops account of war on the Eastern front. It is the most graphic depiction of war on the Eastern front I've read. It holds nothing back in its description of combat and attrocity. The account demonises the enemy and it is truly gut renching in some places. Shockingly it draws you into the snipers world and leaves you with a real vision of the horror of war.
Third An artilleryman at Stalingrad. The account of a German lieutenant of Artillery from Barborrossa to Stalingrad. Lots of personal photos accompany the text and flesh out personal descriptions of people and places, as his horsedrawn company, with the help of t34 prime movers advance accross the steppes. Very much like tank rider, it deals with the politics of his position and his moans and gripes with superiors. The action is sparce, but brutal as it drifts to the banks of the Volga. The writing is precise understated and undramitised.
All an easy read and finished in a couple of days
