With the woe I meant to express the German wehe, something like "I warn you". Woe seemed the closest to that, but not quite fitting.
Jena, 19 October 1920
The orders and the muffled sound of the boots were the only sounds Radek could hear through the closed window. One by one the counter-revolutionaries were lifted onto the bank, which looked like it had come from a sports hall. A few weeks ago they would have been shot, but now they had to save the ammunition. The stocks captured or stored before the revolution were becoming low and what they could produce was limited. Meanwhile the Czech despite the pressure from Moscow were reluctant to let military supplies through. No surprise, they were capitalists after all.
Still it posed a problem for him as Volkskommissar für das Kriegswesen. And it was not his only problem. He likewise had anticipated that the upper and middle class would resist the revolution, but a lot of the German workers seemed to be wedged to the capitalist ideas to his surprise. The international solidarity from the USSR actually seemed to have an adverse effect. Even among those friendly to communism far too many were unwilling to do what was necessary.
A knock at the door made him turn around. “Genosse General Zaisser is here, Genosse Volkskommissar.”
Radek straightened his blouse and sat down behind his desk. “Very well, sent him in.”
A minute later the young General entered and came to attention.
“Have a seat, comrade general. We have much to do and little time.” Radek then leaned forward and rolled out a map laying on his desk. “Here take a look. We have surpressed it so far, but you already may have heard that our attempt to link up with our Russian comrades has been a failure. Worse our thrust has been cut of. We have a lot of support in the area and our men were able to form a defence between Eilenburg and Torgau. The pocket contains a major part of our forces and we need to relieve it quickly.”
Zaisser opened his mouth but Radek cut him off with a move of his hand. “I know you are not yet satisfied with the training of your brigade, but we don´t have the luxury to get them fully trained.” That was certainly true otherwise someone as junior as Zaisser wouldn´t be a Brigadier. “You have a solid cadre of veterans at least and time is now of utmost importance. Breack the encirclement and if possible allow the forces trapped to resume their advance. Should the latter prove impossible evacuate as many men and equipment as possible.”
Zaisser nodded, not happy, but accepting the order. “Which opposition do I have to expect?”
“The counter-revolutionaries have a pretty weak line on this side of the cauldron. Our reports indicate that the entire front along the Mulde is held by the same brigade, which concentrates on the fords and bridge, just patrolling the rest of it. We even have identified elements of the same brigade facing us. Were it not for the pressure on the other side the encircled forces could probably break out on their own.”
Jena, 19 October 1920
The orders and the muffled sound of the boots were the only sounds Radek could hear through the closed window. One by one the counter-revolutionaries were lifted onto the bank, which looked like it had come from a sports hall. A few weeks ago they would have been shot, but now they had to save the ammunition. The stocks captured or stored before the revolution were becoming low and what they could produce was limited. Meanwhile the Czech despite the pressure from Moscow were reluctant to let military supplies through. No surprise, they were capitalists after all.
Still it posed a problem for him as Volkskommissar für das Kriegswesen. And it was not his only problem. He likewise had anticipated that the upper and middle class would resist the revolution, but a lot of the German workers seemed to be wedged to the capitalist ideas to his surprise. The international solidarity from the USSR actually seemed to have an adverse effect. Even among those friendly to communism far too many were unwilling to do what was necessary.
A knock at the door made him turn around. “Genosse General Zaisser is here, Genosse Volkskommissar.”
Radek straightened his blouse and sat down behind his desk. “Very well, sent him in.”
A minute later the young General entered and came to attention.
“Have a seat, comrade general. We have much to do and little time.” Radek then leaned forward and rolled out a map laying on his desk. “Here take a look. We have surpressed it so far, but you already may have heard that our attempt to link up with our Russian comrades has been a failure. Worse our thrust has been cut of. We have a lot of support in the area and our men were able to form a defence between Eilenburg and Torgau. The pocket contains a major part of our forces and we need to relieve it quickly.”
Zaisser opened his mouth but Radek cut him off with a move of his hand. “I know you are not yet satisfied with the training of your brigade, but we don´t have the luxury to get them fully trained.” That was certainly true otherwise someone as junior as Zaisser wouldn´t be a Brigadier. “You have a solid cadre of veterans at least and time is now of utmost importance. Breack the encirclement and if possible allow the forces trapped to resume their advance. Should the latter prove impossible evacuate as many men and equipment as possible.”
Zaisser nodded, not happy, but accepting the order. “Which opposition do I have to expect?”
“The counter-revolutionaries have a pretty weak line on this side of the cauldron. Our reports indicate that the entire front along the Mulde is held by the same brigade, which concentrates on the fords and bridge, just patrolling the rest of it. We even have identified elements of the same brigade facing us. Were it not for the pressure on the other side the encircled forces could probably break out on their own.”