Escape from Treblinka

Escape from Treblinka

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"In 1941 everything is wrong, war between the German Riech and the Soviet Union is ongoing, the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact has fallen to pieces and the Wehrmacht is making huge gains on Russian soil killing as they please when they please whoever they please." "Elsewhere a soviet tank crew harrowingly won a battle George Ivanov, a winter war veteran turned tank commander is clueless about where they are and they are now lost in the Baltic countries, with nowhere to go and with the loss of their comrade they search for a rest place for his corpse, they bury him with all the customs of soviet honour." "Little do they know they are in Poland, some distance from the Concentration camp Treblinka where they meet Sophia Schneider a Austria citizen convicted for hiding Jews in her father's tailor store and is sent there, there she Experience loss angry mistreatment and cruelty, she is rescued by Georges crew and race back to Moscow for the upcoming defence of the homeland, do they succeed or do they perish on the way." Welcome one and all, the first showcasing of a story brought to you by I William Jon Michael's. Now this story has basically been a working piece of art since January 2022. This story contains gore violence and sexual violence which as a writer I do not support or take lightly towards, that is my job, to tell a story while cultivating an audience. But in the terms of story arcs and progression I am excited to tell this story. I hope you are strapped in because this journey is full of tears, joy and heartbreak, understand this dear reader. this story is fictional, no characters portraited are meant to represent display or make linking statements to history. Those that make an appearance are thoroughly researched and displayed in their correct mannerisms their display of personality and whatnot, I left nothing to chance.
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