Stationed at the Don front, an aircraft is being repaired by Hungarian air force personnel.

Hungarian Plane Repair, 1942

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. 




Hungarian Don Front Patrol, 1942-1943

A group of RHAF pilots is conferring here at an airfield located somewhere in the USSR, during March, 1944.