by Karl Brockmann
The rain continues to fall just as it has done for the last three days. Small ripples chase each other across the puddles as each drop falls from the night sky. We pull our collars up a little higher hoping against all odds to stop the water from finding a way in to soak our bodies. The only blessing is with this heavy low cloud the enemy aircraft have been forced to stay on the ground which has given us some relief from their constant attention inflicting heavy losses upon us the moment we try to move any troops or vehicles during daylight hours.
A hundred or so yards from where we lay hidden within the trees, two broken T34s light up the night skies with hungry flames licking around the destroyed tanks, both had ventured too close to our positions a few hours earlier. These lumbering beasts had disturbed us whilst we were preparing to set off into the night. Within moments of them being spotted two of our young Grenadiers Burgdorf and Schlieben were dispatched to stop the Russians before they could go any further. As they halted at the crossroads, the tank commanders checked their maps and argued about which direction to go. In the end this was academic as both tank crews had reached the end of the road.
As quick as a flash the two grenadiers armed with Teller mines and Panzerfaust crossed over the open road and crept along the edge of the field which gave them perfect cover. They advance upon their unsuspecting prey. Stripped of all equipment in order not to make a sound except for the tank killing weapons and MP40’s machine pistols, the two men closed in on the parked giants. The rest of us watched–throats dry and hands wet from fear that our two Kameraden would be spotted and cut down by machine gun fire before reaching the target. Each slippery step they took, we took with them.
Within moments which seemed to take hours both our young men were in position and with a well timed execution a Teller mine was placed on the first tank exploding with such force the commander in the Turret was blown clean out of his hatch before landing in the road a charred and legless bloody mess. Before this event had passed Schlieben fired on the second Russian monster which seemed to swell like a balloon before erupting into a sheet of flame as the charge from the Panzerfaust hit its mark and buried its way into the armour until inside the Russian tank.