Red Marines, Storm Troopers, SS men. The battle goes on over their bodies. On and on. Here an S.A. man falls to his knees, taking a Communist with him. There one of Moscow's legionnaires falls under the heel of a comrade.
Blood flows in streams.
One idea faces another idea. The mob howls outside. They hear through the window what is going on inside. The Red Marines stand firm. Despite the open window behind them.