Muddy redistribution
16. September 1943
After all engines were ready, We went off. It just walked a narrow dirt road to the West. The mud made us create there already something. After a while we had over a stream and there was no bridge. Only a few bars were in the water. But with some skill and some luck one came already in. It slipped ever from a vehicle concern, so it was again considered by a larger vehicle on the right track. Half of our column was already happy about across, as an officer of the army came and taught us that time, that he would command, Traffic over this bridge to disable and expand the bridge properly, and he would have to us for this purpose with use. Since we have of course gemuckt. To make the bridge somewhat more stable, We have helped cancel a home and used to the bars to the building. After a while we said, It outputs now otherwise and so we have set ourselves of this comic Lieutenant across.
The vehicles had to be pulled over but individually about the confusion of this bar. On the other hand, a steep embankment was then, and she was only covered in mud. There just the vehicles remained stuck or sliding back. But our driver, our reckless Schmitz, gave full throttle, rammelte of this temporary bridge that the bars ächzten and some broke even and under our joyful cheers he managed up there even this slippery slope. Happily we had brought all vehicles from us across. But now the sticking point until: We had over a mountain across, where mud, Dirt, Cream and extended lanes driving made almost impossible. You tried to go up, as it slipped back twice. Tried everything possible, the cars to make fast. But the mud was tough. Our Küchenwagen not made with any, Finally, the engine was broken and since it was entirely from. After it came so far, that 3 and more vehicles together were geseilt. That made air. So after a vehicle slipped by one of the top.
This cliff was overcome and it went further to place Jasnieno, where our boss had hinbeordert us. A large puddle was us here almost undoing. Schmitz wanted to go through the water through and went outside and… got stuck. We pushed out with all his might. We placed Reissig under the wheels. It helped nothing. On the contrary, the wheels produced himself deeper and deeper and striking light sat on the feathers of the truck's on the vases. Helpless, we sat down now in dark night here. Not far away, winding flares showed to the dwindling front. We made our cool with the worst. There came a great suddenly, black shadow from the darkness of the night on. It was a truck. With loud shouting, we brought him to keep. It was a vehicle of our battery. He had to pull out us. Immediately, a rope was stretched and the truck attracted. Everything looked to full voltage. But oweh, There was nothing to want to. This truck also slipped and came not from the place. Again, all kinds of experiments have been made. It was but easy to make nothing. At last one appeared before the Savior in the form Tractor of us. I think, She had with a gun and went to the weapons workshop. It was naturally easy for this tractor, us move from the dirt. Facilitated the heart we climbed our car again and Schmitz was able to drive.
On the road to Jasnieno the most beautiful retreat was again. We could probably take a few hundred metres. Then it increased for the first time. Some vehicles we had to get out of trouble from the mud. When it went on, We sat down. So down out of the car and in the mud come in and pushed. This tough dirt moved out us almost the boots and we moved the bottom of our over coat no matter through the mud. But the cart we had again flott.
A short drive again a stop. A harness for horses before us was stuck helplessly down. The Coachman was all trouble, but they made it not. So Bodenschatz gave the order, to help push and while we pushed so, were some of the idea, but let's see, What is in the many boxes in it, the Bagagewagen had loaded. The boxes were broken up with violence and see, What came to light: all bottles of the finest rum. Unfortunately we had pushed too much, so that the car could drive again and we had to let our victims. As we were promoted again, the Spree went off immediately, and we hoped, that this car stuck would once again. That met one also prombt. Immediately it went back to the car. Some took to the horses, and some shouted strong “Hau ruck” and did so, as if they push hard. The Coachman had his purest pleasure to our help. But on the back of the car was quickly worked. With the help of Spades boxes were broken up and the bottles of wine and rum disappeared under our coats. I climbed the car on the side, pulled down a heavy box, and stomped to our car so happy and siegesbewußt. In the notes of a flashlight I noticed first, what I've actually got. It was a box with 24 Bushings for 800 GR Jagdwurst. Quickly, the box was stowed, ballooned and continue the journey went.
Now a bottle went up on the car after another turn. The proximity of the front, the withdrawal and the mud were forgotten with a times. Our driver Schmitz also vigorously poured behind the fascia and only he had to be reminded of his duties and responsibilities. But he was already easy to Merry and performed all sorts of great things. Until he moved from a tractor behind him and then drove down an embankment, that we thought, the car tipped to every moment. But it all went well, and soon we reached a small branch, where our Protze lay.
Our comrade back home, who was left behind on the road, to show the way to subsequent carriage by us, fallen asleep in the ditch and there unmolested has rested its noise. In the middle of the night, we came to the position of our prowess, and only with difficulty, Schmitz swung the car between the trees through to a suitable location. Then was thank God for this day. We were sitting on the car and tried to sleep. Fortunately, it was soon light. As yet, a man with on our car and we sat the head us broken, who probably could be, and what was looking for the US. However, as this figure raised her sleepy face and threw the strands of hair from the forehead, We realized our rider Schmitz. But he looked as. He had from the top to bottom be kotzt. Us but remained a mystery, how he came to our cars up. In addition to the car, a bonfire was been reignited and shivering, we tired creatures were sitting around and pursuant in the flame. Our spit had noticed soon, What was going on with us. He saw also today in the early morning circle the bottle among us. We do not have betrayed while, where we have what it takes her. But we have let him even with drink. Thus he was satisfied. From the box sausage scored a can each. We just ate the rest to bread. Sometimes, thoughts we came up, that now this soldier would be punished, which we have taken the stuff. He can not ensure. And perhaps a unit now has to eat anything for a day. But we whistled to. The spirits would drink only the officers and the Landser would have eye. In addition, we were already robbed. It was just so: mausen and love is the Foundation for a good living at the Commission.
