



Father of the blitzkrieg: Heinz Guderian
Master of the blitzkrieg: Erwin Rommel
Perfect post!! TY!

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Gay Neil in a letter to her son, Darrel, July 29,1944. Darrel “Happy” Neil was KIA on July 7. (via greatestgeneration) |


Rommel.
I’m thinking…france 1940?
Not very good with German rank insignia at all so maybe I’m wrong.


Operation Market Garden (Replacements, 1x04)

Soviet troops in combat in Gizel, Ossetia, during the Caucasus campaign.

Entrenched Soviet troops in the Caucasus.

georgy-konstantinovich-zhukov:
The moment of impact as a dive bomber strikes the island of the USS Hornet.

German soldiers and Tigers from Schwere Panzer-Abteilung 502 defending Narva in 1944.

Column of German assault guns moving into the Caucasus region to join the fighting there.

German gunners in the Caucasus mountains taking a break.

Medics from the 3rd Canadian Infantry Division care for a soldier at Carpiquet, Normandy, 1944.

Soviet anti-tank rifleman with a machine gun team during the Caucasus campaign.

Soviet tanker on a captured Panzer IV accepting flowers from a local woman during the Caucasus campaign.

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