Vasili tried to look away. He couldn’t. The film had locked his gaze. He felt the whisper becoming his own thoughts, his own memories. He saw his own father, a Red Army veteran, not as a hero, but as a frightened boy from a village he had never mentioned. He felt the grief of a German mother he had never met. He felt the joy of a fascist soldier seeing his homeland for the last time.
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