
Look, Country A rolls tanks into Country B. Country B shoots back. Is it a bake-off? A strongly worded letter exchange? No! It’s war. It’s almost as if organized, armed resistance to a hostile, invading force constitutes… exactly what war is.
The Soviet Union, in a move that surprised absolutely no one who’d been paying attention, decides Finland looks awfully… annexable. They roll in, expecting a quick victory. Finland, a country roughly the size of Stalin’s ego, says, ‘Hold my vodka.’ They fight back, fiercely, in the snow, for months. Was it a ‘friendly disagreement over border placement’? No! It was the Winter War.
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