Rattenkrieg [Battle of Stalingrad]

The Germans in their push were inexorable,
The implosion of the Soviets looked inevitable,
Armoured with the finest of the gunner,
They ran past through them all summer,

Now moving up to the next locale of the game,
Something to do with one of the dictator's name,
The Luftwaffe decided to make the first strike,
The bombing raid had grimly put the city alight,

The Germans enter without giving it a think,
Going against their earlier free flowing instinct,
Movement was constricted owing to the rubble,
The Russians were holding on with great struggle,

The reality for the Germans was about to dawn,
Days of running past countries were now gone,
Now the fight was for the street,house and room,
The city was now bearing the marks of its doom,

The snipers in the city were striking from the gutter,
Even the most battle hardened ones took a flutter,
The boundaries kept on descending lower,
Bullets were superseded by the flame-thrower,

Crippling blow was delivered by the winter,
The Germans were thrown out of kilter,
The dictators stood and were too callous,
Refusing to play the martyr, hands were put up by Paulus.

                                                         - Rajmohan Yadav