John Michael Strubhart

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“Enemy ground units at Bremke, strength unknown.” That’s only fifteen kilometers from here! Alekseyev reached for some maps. It was cramped in the command vehicle, so he went outside and spread them on the ground with his intelligence officer beside him. “What the hell’s going on here?” His hand moved across the map. “That’s an attack on a twenty-kilometer front.”
Red Storm Rising
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