My troops have reported that "The Faceless Russian Masses", from the Baltic to the Black Sea, are now attacking in force, across THE ENTIRE FRONT!
This, even though under my direct command, I have thrown back in disarray (or was it datarray?{ Japanese style Orientation PACWAR joke}). in just the past two weeks, Two SHOCK ARMIES, in the woods to the NW of Velikiye Luki, in which his losses were at least 50,000 men, and two GUARDS ARMIES, 100 km east of Kiev, not to mention most of their equipment!
He has just lost 32,000 men in ONE IMPULSE!, against my SS KORP!, to the NE of Karkhov, and only knocked it down a couple of entrenchment points!....yet....
HE IS NOW ATTACKING EVERYWHERE!?? #%$&%# him!!!
My front line scouts have taken droves of Russian deserters!!
We don't take prisoners at this stage in the conflict with the animal BEAR!, but these troops begged to be taken behind our lines, rather than fight for that BEAST, who sends his men to their deaths, by the ten of thousands, while enjoying his worldly pleasures behind the Kremlin walls!
Yes, they attack!, and attack, and attack, and attack!!!.... I'm sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes...
but if they don't....there are hordes of NKVD troops just behind their lines, with 50 cal. machine guns on the back of flat bed trucks, waiting to send these poor wretches to their ultimate demise!
So why shouldn't they come over? They have read the notes that we have dropped behind their lines by air...telling of hot food and
warm blankets in our Valiant OST Battalions, where they would be stationed at the now stabilized Western Front, or the soon to be tranquil Italian Front!!
These deserters tell of how THE BEAST promises that the Dnieper will be crossed so soon. ??? He hasn't even reached the Desna yet!!!
"Press Everywhere!!!, if you are a good Tailor, otherwise....."
(By the way, I went to the tailor this week, and had that annoying pocket removed from the uniform I had made in Orel, it was giving me a rash...)
I have instructed my forces, who tell me of mowing down the FACELESS Russian masses that throw themselves at our lines....
THAT WE ARE AIMING TOO HIGH!!!!!

"When I was a toddler in Europe, my U.S. Diplomat parents relocated a number of times. Ultimately though, my nanny and I would always find them." - Stefdragon