English Translation

9-1a to the little wondrous Christmas tree before 1942: Up on summits, deep in valleys; we thought back to Kolin and the Dennech-deş old Prussian king, we thought of Kepitan lieutenant Prien, of the spähtrueps on the west whale and -- who is at Christmas 1942! The fourth Christmas since Silent Night, holy night . . , ! There it stops cowardly and admits today nifty more? - at the outbreak of the mighty ring of nations, each of the others is no longer Christmas, which is what we would do first. Who was barren Christmas of this time and hides in himself ligen Christmas in the middle of the enemy's land, in not vout ripped by the words of the jun- the enormous yearning for the peace of the front line holy German Christmas! to lieutenants, who did not praise the new world, for which we German men munne: And from their throats it begins to sing: how a few days before at the swearing-in, of war have become. Silent night, holy night . , "while their 7 good and blood for the homeland to optern? We After the summer of the sicg rich Vormar heart and their thoughts over there wcilen in would there ever be partly so hardened sches dureh the rich Cuban plain stands those of the tern home. A homely welfare Czech scboa show that we are willing that German - e division now in the mountains of the Caucasus and a wistful commemoration is drawn to this country. Europe a better future Winter has come with its rank. to fight such a small hole in the six German Solda. Dunkien Nights. December, Christmas! ten. This reads the Christmas letter of the day of the war only before us, when Christmas is the home of the Caucasus. Woman, who is leafing in a book of the holy thing certain unknown, as something that is deep, black night. From time to time orcm the mat, one stands still before the image of his coming, but was so unimaginable that cloud-seeing eggs and cin few star-like mother, his family, another could not please it at all. between. the trees on the glitter itself by the package of his loved ones. From today after four years of bitter thin snow cover, which think back on the lonely, war on this Christmas, lies serious Caucasus mountains and sachto only dunn ächne we perhaps above ourselves. and tades apparently the narrow thalers he-probably most because we deekt. Deeply steved are the Einzoinen Bun- us today. Welknachten 1943, but completely better dug into the earth. Only a seharfer knew those hours recall and strength more observant able to recognize them. There and from it. ERM4 rise there in the darkness a pearl Wievicle have since left her life. narrow smoke flags high and a few wicmange carry wounds that never heal again; times vowed to give freely? Is the tiny sparking shattered at night. wicmange have za home Hab und Gut and really mchr, as the only Nane every Christmas Ver the enemy in the HKL. some dear people lost. German soldiers are obliged to do so, the few gun-seeings pop from the valley - And yet all this is more than we there- name „Kolin? Uffz. Mohr on into the Holy Night, cine fine light-spur after itself heartjehen. Drunting in the valley 1940: France's great gift table Does the Pssekups and almost one supposes to hear his calm noise. Introduced in their soldier's coats stand the belching posts behind their machine- When the company to the times in Frank- itself, when we saw the mountain presents, the rifle, listening tensely through the win- rich to lie downdenki, then without itself in front of the square cines joined everyone. Ne. ther out into the enemy's land in dic more holy so that the introduction to the world's wine, sparkling wine, bakery, smoke goods and night. You hear! In the cracking of the live most beautiful hours during this Krie chocolate everyone got a flawless shirt, frozen branches and the moving of the Wip ges. Nevertheless, at that time we scolded handkerchiefs, socks and other things. fel mixes, carried by the soft woe For as in the first winter of war in Bohemia of the wind, wiy from the far-away dear homeland also in France had to be strict This pleasing sight quickly helped us over the feeling, already the zwcite a familiar sang: Silent night, holy night! The regiments and there the two men cinander press the battalion exercises with the endless Mar-Christmas in the foreign and far from hand and sehauen themselves understanding au, lre n on the vereisicn streets have to spend us loved ones. But as lips remain silent.. Lichterbaum was lit and the old of all hearts, however, a silent prayer rises to the right stricken. However, after service shooting Christmas carols solemnly opened in the room- As drians in the bunker sit the camera-donors of Christmas for the people and we had our rest, had our quar-gon, we were completely above it We had the uin small green branch of animals without lice and fleas, our mat. saw that we were thought of and rejoiced boss as a special gift of the company before the German Soldiers' Christmas in the Caucasus! Exit and apparently there was always something to us that the regiment and battalions gave half an hour as he was - Slowly the little candle burns to finish to drink good. Some few managed to celebrate the feast with us. dic harton soldiers' fists to bokommen the second with all the small pointed branches. At that time we have inherited from the So Christmas 194o. Great light lit, the cin loving heart and needles on the bunker table. It is, when war did not notice much. We had not worry - in the worst had slipped from the homeland into the enemy's country, whether the homeland that night passed over - Then approached wine-chats! From the previous year the enemy was beaten and at a belligerent and now they sit in the glow of the candle, which had come through the wide distance. We knew how we as soldiers of this confrontation in the East no one thought. in their shrouded rays they had to celebrate from the outside but lay down with gentle wings glorious German feast. It is now sometimes desired in the splendour and beauty and depth hef- the fervent night also in the tetzto dcutsche formed in the company a small choir, secreting that beautiful and unforgettable time of material Christmas proclaims. One pulls the soldier's heart. another group secretly practiced to experience a Thea- once more. Obit. Bütterlin Mundharmonika and begins to play quietly: Wehrmacht pastor Fischer terstück ein, some Sulo artists rehearsed eagerly and the Diehter were cbentalls diligently at work In the Kompanicküche was born in 1941: in the face of the promotion towers wurst and baked. On Christmas evening we found ourselves in a December 194l! Our position runs animally. Herrlieh! We can rest in the indentation begins a cheerful work great, festively embellished Our eyes widened the height eastward of the Mius. Our team of creators joined together. Despite fencing, the first Christmas in Russia is embedded between huge lon. In the middle of the night, we have seen the first night of Christmas. Even before snow and mud pulls alşbald down the valley coal heap, beside which mineşstolien but the solemn songs fade away, will prepare with "Focus Order, which leads Christmas deep under the ground, From our B- the commander to the Fernsprceher geru- fest. "From the north we can see stronger hostile places deep into the Kohien- Not equally pleased is the de-force, until now about two regiments, in the district · of Donbass, above all shafts, Schutthalden and sharp coal march. The village has been attacked today sehon-Eberge. times", the la of the division told him. "You have to reckon with it, We - lie here since the beginning of November. that you are deployed." Another left of us is after a battalion, then the men celebrate hour. The commander comes an open flank, in which like a but already with his Kom- verlostes häufe the tank hunters ab- paniecheches. division with the cycling squadron in piuem What we fear. The days disturb our Christmas, In the morning are right winter war days with bold scouting and shocking party enterprises and hours of the first holiday they attack and join the tank hunters department with Feucr raids against an enemy, who kei-wheeling squadron almost understands. Dabej has a lot of fun. Often enough must the icy snowstorm. He penetrates during mantle sightings protection against heavy broecs and in some dark nearness sit and Roek up to the bones and blows the machine guns. The white death lurks we tensely, the weapon at hand ne- erhe in the stilts. In this winterly hell be us, in our shelters lurking. in order to face the reserve battalion to counterattack abruptly to the enemy, when he dissolving battalions. But when it comes to the coming. The fight. who also seeks other large parts unsoro lines to break through, Since. appears on the day, every company of the divisional front asked questions, is bitter. 22 December in the morning call of the regiment: a Christmas tree dabci. Only after several days of wrestling is the enemy the batallion is replaced and divisional- The long march can beat them. That was Christmas 1941. reserve. A large village near the divisional level should not diminish our winter-quar- festivity. Immediately to Oblt. Dr. Rittmannsberger