Once upon a time, in the last century, one might say, in another dimension, I read a book - “The Dead Don’t Sing.” A novel about a Slovak artillery battery thrown into the bloody meat grinder of the Eastern Front to help the Germans. This book opened up the Great Patriotic War for me from a different perspective and introduced me to an amazing person. With Rudolf Jaschik, the author of this novel. Forty years have passed and I wrote a book about him, in the hope that the memory of this man will not fade into oblivion. Because he was a real soldier, a man, a Slav...