English Translation

Blunt angles bend in the charred beams of the ceiling and let light yellow tree flesh light up at the fractures. Men duck deep on the walls of the narrow cellar. Regrettably, this rattle and squeaking of the grinding caterpillar chains! Large chunks of frozen clay floor fall from the walls. One side of the cellar pushes together. More and more debris breaks into the narrow space. The caterpillars of the heavy tank dig and grind over the men in a circular journey, and the huge masses of the steeling colossus press, press and tear on ceiling and walls. The radios sink under a rain of boulders, sand and dirt. On the ground, the men shake the rubble of the neck and shoulders. "Will the ceiling hold?" The men hold their breath. The dim light that could give the narrow space only little brightness also fades away. The small petroleum lamp falls to the ground in a clutter. — "Damn crap!" - With a wild roar of the heavy engine, the tank finally pulls out humpingly from there. Uncanny silence in the dark bunker. One hand trembles through the darkness along the ground. It grasps something smooth, warm, continues to grope, then a joyful cry: "The ceiling has remained healed!" - A flashlight flashes up, a match is torn on, and in the matte. yellow light of the small petroleum lamp shows to the radio operators a picture of desolation. As soon as the men shake the dirt off their bodies, they stand again in front of their radio and dig it free with bare hands. "We are the last connection! - the men know that. In feverish haste they work on their box. Cables are torn loose, sand and rubble penetrated into the apparatus. While nimble hands with secure handles try to put order into the chaos again, the fingers of the radio operator press again on the button. There is still no connection to get. Still needs to be repaired. The man listens tensely into his headphones. Still nothing to hear. "Ta - tata - ta --" clicks the key. Switch and listen again. — Nothing. - A man wedges a thick beam under the hanging ceiling with a few strong axthiebs, - the radio station of the combat station is coming in. Finally! "Ta - tata — ta such, click the button: "The ceiling of the radio unit is pressed in by the enemy tank ... radio operation continues ... WHEREIN, IN ACCORDANCE WITH A PRODUCER'S WORD, FREEwillING OBLIGATION MAY ALWAYS ACT ONLY THE BEST INTRODUCTION, BEFORE AVERAGE 76