Immediately after the de-occupation, our entire land was littered with battered military equipment, it stood in columns on the roadsides, in fields, forests and forest strips.
Over time, the relative integrity of the equipment was even more violated: wheels, tracks, machine guns were removed - everything that had any value. The remains of the armor grew into the ground, and the autumn rains washed away both the Latin letters and the white crosses.
Now only large grease stains and isolated towers in the abandoned fields testify to the fury that will be faced by anyone who comes here with a weapon. And the mutilated trees and deep holes in the fertile black soil will remind you of the price of freedom.