English Translation

In between, we shoot up white flares to better see the terrain. But we can't see the scouts anymore. Too bad! We would have liked to have known him. But now comes a moment that we are always waiting for here: the second in which red flares go up. Their appearance means: the Soviets attack! Now we forget the cold, the face and feet are tormented. The rifles go into attack, the machine guns sweep off the precinct, artillery and grenade launchers put their barrage in front of our trenches according to plan. Under this tremendous noise, the Soviets repeatedly attempt their insane attack, plunge their heaps, driven by commissaries, into the fire of our weapons — in vain, their only "success" is self-destruction . . . When the morning sun sends its first rays over the no-man's land, we see them lying, the brown figures. Hundreds of them have fallen to death. Few have advanced to our positions; here our side guns have sealed their fate ... We Germanic volunteers, together with our German 4y comrades, have once again been able to make our slogan come true: "Ran can come -- but they never get through. Here are Vikings!" UnferPanzerdoctor The care of our wounded is the most prominent task of the doctors, medical personnel and medical teams. They do not only fulfil their duty, they often use their own life to bring the necessary help quickly. Often it is very difficult to get to the wounded. The battle continues, but in the middle of the rain of a bullet lies one. Perhaps he bleeds to death, if not soon help comes. Costly are the minutes. It is the ambition of every military doctor to give his wounded men the first help as soon as possible. Countless attempts have been made to find new transport possibilities. Land and enemy involvement often make the difficulties seem insurmountable. But time and again there is a way out. Once again we were at the enemy. The infantry had put the opponent in place. The Soviets desperately fought back. The enemy fire increased so that the use of our assault guns became necessary. The first guns rolled forward. A light wounded who comes to the dressing place reports of other wounded kame- rades. "But it is impossible to come to the wounded, the fire is too strong." - The army doctor of the department, "Our tank doctor", as we have long baptized him. "We want to see this first, he says briefly and gives orders to finish a not needed command tank. A few minutes later this tank rolls with the doctor after the storm guns. In the middle of the steel hail the "tank doctor" drives. He has found the first wounded man. He surrounds him and puts his tank in such a way that he offers him protection against the enemy side. Doctor and driver together rescue the wounded comrades inside the tank, where he receives the first, often life-saving injections. Slowly the command tank returns. Again and again this tank appears; unscathed by the enemy fire, comrades are rescued for comrades. The two doctors of the department detach themselves. - When I was with the men of the storm battery again yesterday, the two doctors passed over the yard. The men stood tight. "Damn all right, these two!" one interrupts the silence. This is the greatest praise a four-man can give. 78