On we went, and it was after passing Asbach that the inexorable, relentless, utter power of the current drive revealed itself. I received the distinct impression that I was following in the path of a mammoth auger boring ruthlessly forward, all obstructions of whatever nature twisted and flung violently aside. Pure destruction lined the sides of the roads for mile upon mile. We passed through Schöneberg, meaning literally, “Beautiful Village,” and what a ghastly parody its name now stood for . . . buildings blasted, gutted, and torn ; doors and windows hanging by splinters of wood.
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