Hungarian Forces

Hungarian Don Front Patrol, 1942-1943

Countless Magyar bootsteps in the frigid Russian snow, Steppe-wind expunged many decades ago. The guns have long fallen silent, nor do savage tanks roar, The combat is wholly over, human blood no longer pours. Yet in rare, dark, midnight glooms, columns of brooding Honved spirits still carry on eerie Don River foot patrols. Most of the dreadful war-scars have healed up by today, On the former battle fields, clusters of red poppies sway.