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Summary: End Game
Review: Suspense! If you like suspense, this is the book for you! Ludvik Wieder survived the last year of World War II in Hungary by exploiting the chaos of Budapest as refugees swarmed into that city from their bombed-out countries. Budapest itself became a target for American bombers during the final months of the war. Wieder is a witness to the insanity of the Hungarian SS who left wounded Hungarian civilians to die from their injuries while they continued their pursuit of Jews. Wieder is a witness to the ferocious assaults against Jews that the Nazis committed in Budapest's SS headquarters, where he and three friends were taken for interrogation shortly before the Russians liberated Budapest. Wieder crossed the Danube River to bring food to his parents at a time when that river was the front line in an end game between Russian troops and the Nazis. And Ludvik Wieder testifies to the psychological warfare that the Russians played so well: American bombers came at random intervals. But the Russian planes flew low, dropped firebombs, and arrived at eight o'clock each evening. People on the streets would start running at seven-thirty. By so casual an approach, the Russians were mocking the Nazis as well as killing them.
Rating:
Summary: End Game
Review: Suspense! If you like suspense, this is the book for you! Ludvik Wieder survived the last year of World War II in Hungary by exploiting the chaos of Budapest as refugees swarmed into that city from their bombed-out countries. Budapest itself became a target for American bombers during the final months of the war. Wieder is a witness to the insanity of the Hungarian SS who left wounded Hungarian civilians to die from their injuries while they continued their pursuit of Jews. Wieder is a witness to the ferocious assaults against Jews that the Nazis committed in Budapest's SS headquarters, where he and three friends were taken for interrogation shortly before the Russians liberated Budapest. Wieder crossed the Danube River to bring food to his parents at a time when that river was the front line in an end game between Russian troops and the Nazis. And Ludvik Wieder testifies to the psychological warfare that the Russians played so well: American bombers came at random intervals. But the Russian planes flew low, dropped firebombs, and arrived at eight o'clock each evening. People on the streets would start running at seven-thirty. By so casual an approach, the Russians were mocking the Nazis as well as killing them.
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