The Brutal Execution of German Soldiers. Mutual Apologies with the Enemy. An SS Soldier on the War.

Added: 2026-05-12

[00:00:00]Hello dear friends. Today we continue to explore the memoirs of a soldier from the Vaen SS Lianda Adolf Hitler division.

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[00:00:21]We were moving north toward Belgar and the faces of my comrades reflected a joyful victorious excitement.

[00:00:30]Succumbing to a false sense of invincibility born simply from the fact that we had survived, we easily forgot the ghosts left behind in the ruins of Kakiv, as well as the fact that Capriccious fortune still held the power over our fates, deciding who would live on and who would die.

[00:00:51]Our convoy stopped at the bottom of a deep ravine through the clouds of dust that enveloped us in an impenetrable veil. An Oberm futurer approached our truck and called out, "Navigator Bartman and you, Kunig, go to the end of this ravine and see if the Russians are waiting for us there. We don't want to walk into a trap. It's not very convenient to lay a telephone cable here. If you spot anything, get your asses back here immediately.

[00:01:24]There was a hint of mockery in his voice, as if he took pleasure in sending me and my young partner on this dangerous mission.

[00:01:33]We set off at a brisk pace along the road, glancing back from time to time to gauge how far we had strayed from our comrades.

[00:01:42]Soon our column disappeared behind the thick thickets of trees that covered the steep slopes of the ravine.

[00:01:50]We were alone in enemy territory, where danger could lurk from every direction.

[00:01:56]After a couple of kilome, my partner and I stopped to catch our breath at a spot where the ravine's slope leveled off, opening up a view of a wide, flat valley.

[00:02:08]No sign of the Ivanoffs.

[00:02:11]Kunig pushed his helmet back on his head and wiped the sweat from his brow with his jacket sleeve.

[00:02:18]No signs, but there could be snipers. We wouldn't spot them for the life of us.

[00:02:24]They're too well camouflaged.

[00:02:27]I pointed to a lone hay stack in the middle of the open field.

[00:02:31]Let's climb up there and take a look around.

[00:02:35]Koig was about 20 m ahead of me, almost at the hay stack itself, when a growing rumble of an approaching plane reached us from behind.

[00:02:45]My partner looked up at the sky with alarm.

[00:02:48]"Don't worry," I said in passing.

[00:02:51]"You'll soon learn to distinguish the sound of Russian planes."

[00:02:55]"I can't tell what kind of plane it is," Koenig shouted back and ducked. A Hankl 112, I replied.

[00:03:05]Waves rippled through the tall, thick grass as the plane flew by.

[00:03:11]After making a wide turn, the Hankl headed back toward us. Koig waved to the pilot in greeting, but I instinctively sensed that the pilot was preparing to attack. "Get to cover," I shouted and threw myself to the ground. Koig immediately dived into a hay stack and buried himself in the hay so that only his legs remained outside.

[00:03:36]Just like an ostrich, I thought, and unable to contain myself, burst out laughing.

[00:03:43]At that moment, the machine guns opened fire.

[00:03:47]Clouds of earth flew up, and for some reason, the whistling of the bullets even seemed musical to me.

[00:03:55]Then something struck me in the front of my thigh, which was rather strange because I was lying face down on the ground. When the roar of the fighter's engine died down, there was movement in the hay stack. Koig's legs disappeared, and a second later, his head emerged from the hay. "What a close call! That burst went right by me," he whistled in relief. Closer than you think," I said, standing up to my full height. My legs were shaking, but I felt no pain. The impossible had happened. I had been wounded.

[00:04:34]Koig, covered in hay, ran up to me and reached into his jacket pocket for a first aid kit. "It doesn't look serious," he muttered. "It doesn't look too bad."

[00:04:47]It seemed he was more frightened than I was. I touched the wound and pressed it lightly.

[00:04:54]The bullet must have hit a rock and ricocheted parallel to the ground. I was in a state of shock. Then I managed to feel a small bulge under the skin, which cheered me up a bit. Apparently, the bullet hadn't hit any bone.

[00:05:11]Blood was running down my right leg, soaking through my pant leg. With Koig's help, I bandaged the wound as best I could, and we made our way back up the ravine toward our column.

[00:05:24]Startled by the aircraft machine guns, the soldiers of our unit took up defensive positions.

[00:05:30]Koig shouted the password.

[00:05:33]As soon as our obush fa saw my blood soaked pant leg, he immediately called for the medics who were at the rear of the column.

[00:05:42]I climbed into the ambulance and found myself under the care of the medics.

[00:05:47]A medic carefully washed my wound with a generous amount of iodine solution, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from hissing and wincing when he began poking around in my leg with forceps.

[00:06:00]A flesh wound, said the doctor, finally finishing his work and handing me the bullet. It'll heal in a few days. Try to keep it clean so you don't get an infection.

[00:06:13]How did this happen?

[00:06:15]I told him about the Hankle attack. Ah, too bad. Too bad. We can't put you on the casualty list because you weren't hit by enemy fire.

[00:06:26]All right, I'll note this incident in my report.

[00:06:31]My comrades in the company had quite a laugh when they found out about my injury. Well, of course, a few centimeters to the side, and I might have lost the chance to become a father.

[00:06:43]But I, of course, didn't find anything funny about it. The wound was throbbing quite a bit, and sitting in a rattling truck was simply impossible.

[00:06:54]As it turned out, the pain in my groin was constantly making itself felt.

[00:07:00]Apparently, my guardian angels had left me for a while.

[00:07:05]About a week later, our Oberish FOVA assembled the reconnaissance unit to finally determine the exact location of the Russian troops.

[00:07:14]There wasn't a cloud in the blue sky as we set off into the unknown beyond the front lines.

[00:07:20]I sat on the motorcycle sidecar, resting an automatic rifle and an expensive camera with a telescopic lens on my lap.

[00:07:28]The Holton Fioa was driving the motorcycle.

[00:07:32]For a while, we rode along a winding country road, and behind us, half a kilometer away, three more of our vehicles were moving. The road began to climb, and at the very crest of the hill, the Hortonfua suddenly slammed on the brakes, bringing the motorcycle to a halt.

[00:07:53]For a few moments, our mouths a gape in astonishment, we stared wideeyed at a Russian self-propelled gun with its barrel menacingly pointed in our direction.

[00:08:05]The Hortonfa turned off the motorcycle.

[00:08:08]If anyone had been there, we'd already have been blown to pieces, he said.

[00:08:14]Let's go take a look.

[00:08:16]I glanced back at our three vehicles, standing motionless at the foot of the hill, then handed my companion my submachine gun and climbed out of the sidec car. We began to approach the gun cautiously when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some movement in the field off to the side of the road. I grabbed the Rottenfurer by the shoulder and pointed in that direction.

[00:08:42]Damn it, they're just sitting there sipping tea.

[00:08:46]At that moment, six Russian soldiers turned their astonished faces toward us, apparently only now realizing that Germans were standing before them. We spun around on the spot and raced toward the motorcycle while the Russians rushed to their combat vehicle. It was a race against time with survival as the first prize.

[00:09:08]Gasping for breath from the fast run, I reached the top of the hill and jumped into the sidec car.

[00:09:15]The rotenfurer set about starting the motorcycle, desperately pressing the starter. The engine sputtered, then died completely.

[00:09:24]Fortunately, the Russians hadn't managed to load their gun either. The Rottenfurer tried again to start the engine, but it still refused to show any signs of life. My companion's strength began to fail. The Rottenfurer gave up and jumped off the motorcycle.

[00:09:43]Without saying a word to me, he turned and ran down toward the cars waiting for us, leaving me in the side car. To be honest, I panicked and followed his example. We ran with all our might, and one of the cars, picking up speed, drove out to meet us. Suddenly, it stopped abruptly, its engine roaring.

[00:10:05]near us. The alarmed driver turned around on the spot before we had a chance to climb aboard.

[00:10:12]However, one of the scouts did manage to help us climb aboard.

[00:10:16]At the squad's command post, the Rottenfurer and I reported the loss of the motorcycle and the expensive camera.

[00:10:24]And I wasn't the least bit surprised when the officer ordered us to try to recover what we'd lost that very night.

[00:10:32]In the front seats of the very same vehicle we'd used to escape earlier that day. Two of our comrades from another platoon were waiting for us. "The moon is shining so brightly tonight that we'll drive without lights," said the driver. "And the Russians won't see us."

[00:10:50]We drove off, trying to stay in the inky shadows cast by the hills until we reached the spot where, according to our calculations, our motorcycle should still be.

[00:11:02]The driver cut the engine when we reached the top of the hill, and complete silence rained.

[00:11:08]In such an atmosphere, the click of the door handle sounded like a gunshot.

[00:11:14]"We need to turn the car around," whispered the driver. But we won't start the engine or make any noise.

[00:11:22]The roten furer and I had to get out and manually push the car back and forth until we managed to position it so that it would be easier to turn around later.

[00:11:32]Barely catching our breath from pushing the car, we headed to the crest of the hill and found the motorcycle exactly where we had left it. Maybe it had been booby trapped. Maybe the Russians were hiding somewhere nearby, ready to open fire the moment we approached the motorcycle.

[00:11:51]I asked myself these questions as I settled into the sidec car while the Henfer leaned over the starter.

[00:11:58]A sharp jolt and the night's silence was pierced by the powerful roar of the engine. My partner spun around sharply and steered the motorcycle down into the valley where our comrades were waiting for us.

[00:12:13]We returned safe and sound. My guardian angel had come back to me again.

[00:12:21]A summer day. With our sleeves rolled up to our elbows, we walked past an abandoned village house, then headed across a hilly plane overgrown with thick meadow grass inhabited only by larks.

[00:12:36]Just a few months ago, in the depths of a cold winter, these pretty little birds fluttered in flocks along the roads and on the shoulders where the wheels of our cars churned up bits of food from the frozen ground.

[00:12:50]Boris whistled a tune he'd taken a liking to while we were in France.

[00:12:55]Suddenly, the whistling of bullets rang out, followed by the rattle of someone among our comrades who had been unlucky.

[00:13:03]I immediately rushed to find cover.

[00:13:06]The Obushdom Fa commanding our reconnaissance unit, a red-faced farmer from Austria who had been showing us the sights of Paris, saved the day. Taking his binoculars, he was able to spot the enemy. Our snipers immediately opened return fire on the enemy machine gunners.

[00:13:26]As if in a nightmare, I crawled toward the spot where I had last seen Boris.

[00:13:32]My heart stopped when I found him lying on his back in the tall grass. Bright red blood was flooding his legs. His arms were trembling.

[00:13:44]It was clear that bullets had shattered both his femurss. I screamed desperately, "Medics! Medics!"

[00:13:52]Literally a few moments later, which felt like an eternity to me, two medics ran up with a stretcher. The machine gun fire ceased as suddenly as it had begun.

[00:14:05]Perhaps our gunners had managed to suppress it. Taking advantage of the lull, we organized our defense while the medics evacuated our wounded to that very village house.

[00:14:16]Soon, Russian infantry appeared on the battlefield, and from a low ridge of hills at a safe distance, they began firing at us with rifles and mortars.

[00:14:27]The Russian machine guns came to life again, unleashing a torrent of explosive bullets upon us. We found ourselves in a very vulnerable position. The Obermfur ordered us to retreat to the village house where our temporary field hospital was now set up in the large room. A short time later, the approach of enemy infantry supported by tanks prevented us from providing first aid to our wounded.

[00:14:56]Without anti-tank weapons and without our own armored vehicles, we found ourselves in a completely hopeless situation.

[00:15:05]In the circumstances, the Oberm furer made the desperate decision to leave the house and retreat to our own lines, abandoning the seriously wounded to their fate. Some of us suggested taking up defensive positions in the house and holding out until reinforcements arrived. But the Oberm furer ultimately decided that given the enemy's overwhelming numerical superiority, our resistance would be quickly crushed.

[00:15:36]Feeling despair and helplessness, I said goodbye to Boris.

[00:15:41]At first light, we launched an attack supported by mortar and machine gun fire, and soon recaptured all the territory we had abandoned the day before.

[00:15:52]Soon the news spread that the Russians had killed all the wounded we had left behind during our retreat. Since Boris and I had fought in the same unit, the suggestion to go to a village house and identify him came as no surprise to me.

[00:16:09]In the courtyard of the makeshift hospital, the air was thick with the sickening stench of congealed blood.

[00:16:17]Swarms of flies were everywhere.

[00:16:20]A comrade from the mortar crew was already there. For several seconds, we stood silently staring at the dead bodies of our fellow soldiers lying on the floor with their genitals mutilated.

[00:16:35]"Bastards!

[00:16:36]Vile bastards!" my companion growled. He was overcome with rage. He kicked the table standing nearby with all his might, sending the basin on it crashing to the floor. "Look," he said, nodding toward the dead men, stripped from the waist down. "Those creatures cut off their balls. Look at all the blood. They were still alive when they were being tortured."

[00:17:05]"It's as if I were there myself," I replied.

[00:17:09]The Russians forced the living to watch their comrades being tortured until it was their turn.

[00:17:16]In the corner of the room lay several more bodies. Their heads had been split open with something heavy. Perhaps an axe.

[00:17:25]At least these ones didn't suffer long, said the mortman.

[00:17:29]They were in a hurry, I suggested.

[00:17:33]And then I spotted Boris.

[00:17:36]My comrade in arms must have suffered for a long time before he died.

[00:17:41]Of course, after all these years, I was familiar with all the horrors of war.

[00:17:47]But even now, a chill runs down my spine at the thought of the torment he must have endured back then.

[00:17:56]Sewing machines and the T34.

[00:18:00]We laughed when we first saw the P2 biplane called the U2 until 1944 designed by Polycarpov.

[00:18:09]This crop dusting plane was essentially a collection of wooden slats held together with metal wire, covered in fabric, and equipped with an engine that rattled as if it had been cobbled together from scrap parts found in a junkyard.

[00:18:23]When I first heard the sound of that engine, I was immediately reminded of my mother pressing the pedal of a sewing machine with her foot while holding a piece of fabric under the needle with her hand. However, very soon the sound of the engines of these sewing machines, as we called them, began to terrify us.

[00:18:43]They were tenacious little birds that fired at us with rifle or machine gun fire with complete impunity.

[00:18:51]With a favorable wind, they could fly up to us almost silently.

[00:18:56]Surprisingly, even the low speed of these machines did not cause them much trouble. Our ME 109s would fly past without really having time to take aim.

[00:19:08]And by the time our plane made a second pass, the Russian pilots often managed to deafly maneuver and avoid the danger.

[00:19:17]At night, the rumbling of their engines would suddenly fall silent in the darkness. And then, emerging from the gloom completely silently, like an owl flying out to hunt, the plane would appear.

[00:19:32]The wind whistled through its fuselage, like a prelude to the hurricane of machine gun fire and fragmentation bombs that would rain down on us without warning.

[00:19:43]These raids wore us down, not only because we suffered losses, but also simply because they kept us from sleeping, and we soon began to call the female pilots who flew these hellish machines night witches.

[00:19:59]Once at dawn, we found ourselves on the edge of a high plane at a bend in the road, which was defended by two everpresent T34s.

[00:20:10]While we waited for further orders, three black specks appeared in the sky behind the tanks.

[00:20:17]As they approached the treetops, they vanished from view, hidden by their camouflage paint. "Those will be over us soon," my neighbor cursed.

[00:20:29]Anticipating the bombing, we began looking for cover.

[00:20:33]The distant sound of aircraft engines grew louder. Our sporadic rifle and machine gun fire could hardly hinder the enemy raid.

[00:20:43]In the next instant, some liquid poured out of canisters dropped from the planes.

[00:20:49]At first, it turned into white smoke, which then burst into tongues of flame.

[00:20:55]When this whole hellish mixture reached the ground, the grass caught fire.

[00:21:01]Shouts rang out, "Phosphorus bombs!"

[00:21:05]Several fiery pellets struck my comrade lying nearby.

[00:21:10]As soon as the flames burned through his skin, he let out a horrifying scream.

[00:21:16]By that point, experience had already taught us that even relatively minor burns caused by phosphorus lead to an agonizing death.

[00:21:26]After the roar of the aircraft engines faded into the distance, our oberstm furer called for volunteers to destroy the tanks on the road.

[00:21:36]I immediately volunteered to carry out this task along with the Rolton furer and the unstrm furer from my company.

[00:21:44]They were both older and kept somewhat apart from the rest of the less experienced soldiers, perhaps for the sake of self-preservation.

[00:21:55]Armed with submachine guns and with bundles of grenades tucked into our belts, we set off on a motorcycle with a sidecar toward the Soviet tanks.

[00:22:05]As we rode down the hill, I being the junior in rank, listened silently as my comrades discussed our next moves.

[00:22:13]"We'll handle this easily," the rotten fur shouted into the motorcycle driver's ear. We'll leave the motorcycle a good distance from the tanks and walk closer to see what's going on.

[00:22:26]The unst abruptly turned the motorcycle around and cut the engine. And the rotten fur turned to me and grinned.

[00:22:34]You've got a chance to earn a patch for destroying a tank. I'll stay by the motorcycle because we'll have to get out of here fast. But the two of you can handle them. The rotten fa and I left the motorcycle in the thicket and approached the tanks to within about 50 m.

[00:22:52]We tried to listen for the Russians voices, but all we could hear was the buzzing of insects and the scorching air shimmerred above the enemy tanks, which from a distance looked like two Mickey Mousees.

[00:23:05]This amusing resemblance wasn't due to any design feature. It was created by the open hatches on the turrets, which resembled the ears of that funny cartoon character. Remember, the rotten furer whispered to me. We have to do everything at once. We blow up both tanks simultaneously.

[00:23:26]I nodded and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

[00:23:31]We'll go around behind them to make sure there are no guards there, and you stay close to me.

[00:23:38]Taking advantage of the natural unevenness of the ground and hiding in the tall grass, we crawled until we were about 20 m away.

[00:23:48]Now only a strip of open space separated us from our target.

[00:23:53]Rising onto one knee, the rotten fur adjusted the strap of his submachine gun on his shoulder and tucked the grenades deeper into his belt.

[00:24:02]Don't drop them," he whispered, crouching like a cat, preparing to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse.

[00:24:09]Instinctively, I did the same. For a brief moment, my partner looked at me with his pale blue eyes, as if wanting to make sure I had the courage to follow him. "The one on the other side of the road is yours. We'll meet by the motorcycle," the rotten furer said before leaping out of cover.

[00:24:30]I rushed toward my target. My heart was ready to leap out of my chest as I grabbed the handle on the fuel soaked rear of the tank and climbed onto the flat surface of the engine compartment behind the turret. My fingers were shaking as I unscrewed the metal cap at the end of the grenade's handle to break the porcelain fuse that activated the detonator.

[00:24:53]Holding the grenade in one hand, I grabbed the hatch with the other. The tank crew turned out to be extremely careless. Apparently, they had fallen asleep at their battle stations.

[00:25:05]Pulling the pin, I threw a bundle of grenades into the hatch, and it fell right onto the Russian tanker's lap. He still managed to open his mouth in surprise and look at me as the hatch slammed shut above his head. I can only imagine the horror he felt in his final seconds.

[00:25:25]A burst of fire erupted from the turret of the tank the Hortonfure had been handling the very moment I jumped to the ground. The next second, the roar of an explosion hit me in the back and a wave of unbearable heat engulfed me as my tank blew up. Everything went exactly as we had planned, and I returned to the motorcycle waiting for us in a state of mild euphoria.

[00:25:53]After all, I had fulfilled the conditions required to receive the award patch for destroying an enemy tank single-handedly.

[00:26:02]Satisfied, we returned to company headquarters to report to the commander on the successful completion of the mission. But he immediately explained that we had a problem. There were only two Russian tanks and the three of us had participated in the operation to destroy them.

[00:26:20]The rules for awarding decorations clearly stated that the sleeve patch with a metal image of a tank could be awarded to only one soldier.

[00:26:29]In short, I soon learned that the Rottenfura and the Unashafura had received these awards and all I could do was console myself with the fact that my role in destroying the enemy tanks had not gone unnoticed.

[00:26:46]On that very same hot day in early June, we received a phone call reporting that our sappers had discovered and neutralized a chemical shell. As a precaution, we all put on our gas masks.

[00:26:59]Since the shell had fallen not far from where we were, I decided to go there and take a closer look.

[00:27:06]Filled about halfway with some kind of brown liquid, this shell, as far as I knew, had not managed to harm anyone.

[00:27:15]Nevertheless, our commanders contacted the Soviet command via radio and lodged a complaint.

[00:27:22]According to the strange etiquette of war on the Eastern Front, our opponents apologized for the mistaken use of the chemical shell.

[00:27:31]We in turn expressed regret for having fired a volley at them from our nebula rocket mortars.

[00:27:39]Leaving a trail of fire behind them, the rockets screeched off toward the hills several kilometers from our forward positions.

[00:27:48]Six rockets launched from a single mount rained down on the impact area at 1 to 2 second intervals with utterly catastrophic consequences for everyone who happened to be there.

[00:28:01]Later, as we passed through enemy positions, I saw the results of our artillery barrage.

[00:28:08]Russian soldiers in neat field uniforms with Stalin's guard insignia lay where our rocket propelled mines had struck them. It seemed as though they were ready at any moment to rush back to reload their guns. There was no blood to be seen anywhere. No mutilated corpses.

[00:28:26]The powerful explosions of our rockets had killed everyone instantly.

[00:28:32]A few days later, I took command of two machine gun crews. Eller and Kunig also became machine gunners, so I didn't feel like an outsider among my new comrades in my platoon.

[00:28:46]That's all for today. If you liked the video, please support it with a like and subscribe to the channel. Bye for now, everyone. Until we meet again.