“The Eastern Front” was written in the quiet of Churchill’s country home, pondered deeply in every stage of its creation, and at all times a pleasure to him. He had no axes to grind (as in the earlier volumes), no vindications to make. For the first time in his World Crisis volumes, he was in the same position as his readers: viewing the scene from afar, trying to visualize the appalling battles and hardships, forever seeking in his mind an explanation of the whole. The post “The Worl...
