Under the cover of our cannons, we draw closer to the tanks that are
still standing, and which are still firing like crazy. The second wave
approaches, and there on top of the hill one can already see the third
wave. We must retreat, as we are under heavy fire. One after the
other, we work our way back from one trench to the next. My comrade on
soldier is also shouting for the medic.
Just twenty meters to the trench!
Please God, help! Will this be the end?
They are now shooting shells right in front of our feet. I throw
myself down on the ground and hold on to the earth. The ground is
being ripped up right before me. I jump up once again, almost
stumbling over two comrades who have been torn apart from the
shelling. Damn tank cannons! Another impact right in front of me! The
shrapnel is howling around my ears.
A fist-size chunk shreds my gas mask; more shrapnel severs the hand
piece from my machine gun.
And then, I finally make it! I am now in the trench. I suddenly do not
care anymore. I throw myself on the ground, face to the sky, and wait
for the tanks to arrive and crush me.
Eastern Inferno-The Journals of a German Panzerjager on the Eastern
Front, 1941-1943 by Hans Roth
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