Incredible stories !!
My father was treated to Soviet "hospitality" courtesy of cuddly Uncle Joe. Of course they were very kind to let him out to fight the Nazi horde when everything wasn't going so well. Fortunately for him he found the desert sun a bit more inviting and was soon drinking Italian wine and then French bread followed by English fish and chips !!
But victory was really bittersweet for him...and many, many others !!