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Mass grave marker in Piskaryovske Cemetery - Leningrad, Russia, USSR
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Also, I was a history geek for sure, and I was fascinated by
the history of World War II. My father and uncles had served in that war, as
did the fathers and uncles (and some of the mothers and aunts) of many of my
friends. The brutal, life and death struggle between the Soviet Union and
Germany in World War II was a horrifying but compelling story, to my mind.
So, for a lot of reasons, traveling to the Soviet Union
appealed to me.
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