Victims Of The Night Of The Long Knives
The Night of the Long Knives (German: Nacht der langen Messer) was a purge in which the Nazi regime executed at least 85 people for political reasons. This took place in Germany between June 30 and July 2, 1934. Most of those killed were members of the Storm Division (SA) (German: Sturmabteilung), a Nazi paramilitary organization.
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