World War II: The Autobiography
Language: English
Pages: 578
ISBN: 0762437359
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From the Eastern Front to the Home Front, from Norway to Midway, this collection follows how the war was planned and fought, and how individual battles were won or lost. Witness the efforts of not only the generals and politicians, but also the countless soldiers, sailors, airmen, and citizens involved. This is their extraordinary story.
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mind you, and got not a scent. Yesterday morning, with breakfast on the fire, two of the elusive creatures popped up in a nearby pasture – grazing to their hearts content – so-o we sneaked up on them, and fell upon them, blazing away, and got not a hit – they led us a merry chase, finally we lost them, and went back to our French toast, cereal and coffee. No venison. Deah, Deah! Sounds more like a rich man’s holiday than a war – no? Feeling top-hole, hope you are too. Love and kisses, Benny
walks a little stooped like a myope, but more probably because of a simple mistake: Rene passed the commission immediately in front of me and there could have been a mistake with our cards. I think about it, discuss it with Alberto, and we agree that the hypothesis is probable; I do not know what I will think tomorrow and later; today I feel no distinct emotion. It must equally have been a mistake about Sattler, a huge Transylvanian peasant who was still at home only twenty days ago; Sattler
are awful words when you are looking at what they mean. There were some German staff cars along the side of the road; they had not merely been hit by machine-gun bullets, they had been mashed into the ground. There were half-tracks and tanks literally wrenched apart, and a gun position directly hit by bombs. All around these lacerated or flattened objects of steel there was the usual riffraff: papers, tin cans, cartridge belts, helmets, an odd shoe, clothing. There were also, ignored and
ways. U-99 ATTACKS A CONVOY, THE ATLANTIC, 18–19 OCTOBER 1940 Kapitan-Leutnant Otto Kretschtner, U-99 Kretschmer was the leading U-boat ace of World War II, sinking 350,00 tons of Allied shipping. Below is Kretschmer’s log detailing U-99’s initial attack on convoy SC7. The U-boat did not operate alone but in concert with several others – a classic example of Donitz’s “wolf-pack” tactic. 18th October 9.24 PM. Exchange recognition signals with U123. Convoy again in sight. I am ahead of it,
of them loses her bomb. A wild helter-skelter in the sky over Kronstadt; the danger of ramming is great. We are still a few miles from our objective; at an angle ahead of me I can already make out the Marat berthed in the harbour. The guns boom, the shells scream up at us, bursting in flashes of livid colours; the flak forms small fleecy clouds that frolic around us. If it was not in such deadly earnest one might use the phrase: an aerial carnival. I look down on the Marat. Behind her lies the
