There are Smiles . . .

Wrote a German propaganda-company reporter last week:

"The smile is precious and difficult to preserve in all wars, but especially difficult in this war in the East.

"It withers, it dies in the head. It suffocates in the dust and the pathless mud. It runs off in barbaric downpours of rain or becomes embarrassed in the face of blood or a comrade's grave. There are also moments and hours when the smile completely freezes, because this country, under a curse, suddenly leers at us with frosty demonism."

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