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Duitse krullenbol met een buitgemaakte PPSh:

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Simone Segouin met een buitgemaakte MP 40.
 
The longer they were out there, the more hardened they were. They switched off. What choice was there? Your neighbour in the trench is hit by an anti-aircraft shell. Where your comrade used to be there's nothing. A flak shell or artillery bullet has entered him and exploded. You see the scraps fly. That's war. That's what war is like. That's the truth. —Erich Miethe (bevoorradingspiloot)

'Hardened' is mijns inziens niet de beste vertaling. In het Nederlands zouden we 'afgestompt' gebruiken.
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De jongste 'verpleegster' tijdens de Warschau opstand. Om misselijk van te worden!

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Jammer dat het Armia Krajowa het moest opnemen tegen stronzi zoals de kornuiten van Dirlewanger en Kaminski.
 
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29 April 1944: Messerschmitt Bf 110 Ace Hans-Joachim Jabs having a conversation with John Caulton. The RAF Spitfire pilot he shot down hours earlier. After they met again in 1972, Caulton and Jabs met regularly and became good friends for the remainder of their lives.
Jabs stierf in 2003, Caulton in 2015.

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Wat doet een intacte piano midden op straat vraag ik me dan af. :thinking:
 
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The German Panzerkampfwagen VI, better known by its official designation “Tiger”, has sealed its reputation both on the battlefields of the Second World War and in the ongoing scholarly and public fascination with that conflict. Almost of equal interest are the men who commanded these machines, the most famous being Michael Wittmann.

However, over the course of the war, there was a whole host of talented and distinguished Tiger commanders that fought well on both Western and Eastern fronts, most of which are relatively unknown today. One such, less well known Tiger commander was Franz Staudegger.

His story begins on the first day of the battle of Kursk, July 5th. After a day of heavy fighting, Staudegger moved to rejoin his unit by night. En-route, he encountered a tank along the road with its commander standing in the turret smoking a cigarette. When he dismounted his Tiger to tell him to move out of the way, he realized it was actually a Russian T-34 tank.

Thinking quickly he threw a hand grenade into the open hatch, destroying the tank. At this point, he noticed another Russian tank right behind the first one. He ran over to it and as the crew opened their hatches to see what was going on he tossed a second-hand grenade into this tank and destroyed it. For the destruction of two tanks in close combat, he was awarded the Iron Cross First Class.

It was only the beginning, however. Three days after this incident, the Russian 10th Tank Corps launched an attack on the German 1st SS Panzer Division Leibstandarte. They struck them at a time when the majority of the division’s tanks were fighting further west and were unavailable to assist in halting the attack. The only exceptions were two damaged Tigers commanded by Franz Staudegger and Rolf Schamp. Despite damage to the tanks’ tracks and running gear the crews’ were able to complete some quick repairs so to at least make the Tigers mobile, and they decided to try and defeat the impending armored assault.

While Schamp guarded his flank, Staudegger rolled out of the town where he was stationed and drove to the front lines. He arrived just as the leading Russian tanks were overrunning the German infantry. In short order, his gunner, Heinz Buchner, destroyed the three visible Russian tanks. However, at that moment two more Russian tanks emerged from behind an embankment and started to fire. These were also destroyed. Staudegger’s driver Stahlmacher maneuvered the tank quickly to face the new threat. As more and more Russian tanks emerged from behind the embankment, they were destroyed one by one, until Staudegger and his crew had destroyed 17 altogether.

At this point, Staudegger’s tank had run out of armour-piercing shells. However, he and his crew continued to engage the Russians with high-explosive ammunition. Despite their lack of penetrating power, these large caliber shells were still able to inflict catastrophic battle damage on the enemy, and this was evident by the destruction of a further five Russian tanks. Finally, as they continued to take damage and risked losing their mobility, Staudegger’s Tiger fell back. But the Russian armored attack had been defeated.

Over the course of the battle his tank was hit by Russian 76mm gunfire an astounding 67 times and yet was able to continue the fight and deliver its occupants to safety. Staudegger and his crew had not only destroyed 22 Russian tanks but had played an invaluable role in halting the Russian attack. For this action, he was awarded the Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross, as the first ever Tiger crewman to receive this award.

Unlike Wittmann, Staudegger would survive the war and pass away quietly in 1995. His actions on 8 July are just one example of the countless ferocious armor battles in the east, and a testament to the survivability and hitting power of one of the deadliest tanks of WWII.
Dan vraag ik me af wat er door de hoofden van de bemanning heenging toen ze keer op keer geraakt werden.

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Staudegger moved to rejoin his unit by night. En-route, he encountered a tank along the road with its commander standing in the turret smoking a cigarette. When he dismounted his Tiger to tell him to move out of the way, he realized it was actually a Russian T-34 tank.
 
Final Interview with Erich Hartmann

Tell about the time you received the Oak Leaves from Hitler.

That was a strange time. First, most of us were drunk. Gerd Barkhorn, Walter Krupinski, Johannes Wiese and I were to report to Berchtesgaden. All of us except Gerd were getting the Oak Leaves, he was getting the Swords. By the time we got there, we were trying to sober up. Walter always stated years later that we had to hold each other up. We had been drinking cognac and champagne, a deadly combination when you have not eaten in a couple of days. The first person we met off the train was Hitler’s Luftwaffe adjutant, Major von Below, who was I think in a state of shock at our condition. We were to meet Hitler in a couple of hours, and we could hardly stand. This was in March 1944, and there was a lot of snow at that time at that altitude.

I could not find my hat, and my vision was not the best, so I took a hat on a stand and put it on, and it was too large. I knew it was not mine at that time. Below became upset and told me it was Hitler’s, and to put it back. Everyone was laughing about it except Below. I made some joke about Hitler having a big head, and that it ‘must go with the job,’ which created even more laughter.

Die anekdote blijft legendarisch.
 
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