August 28th, 1943
Gomel ("Suvorov-South") - Indeed, what Zhukov and Konev accept in the north, they do not admit in the south. And to please the Vojd and to fix the German attention on what is happening in Gomel, orders are given to the 54th Army and the 3rd Shock Army to increase the pressure on the XII. AK, which was still holding on to the ground but is suffering from wear and tear.
Finally, in the evening, the 54th Army holds almost three quarters of the district of Sovetsky - the western exit of the city in the direction of Retchytsa (today's Rečycki Avenue) is within reach. As for the Kazarmennaya, it is strongly contested, despite the fierce efforts of the 34. ID (Friedrich Hochbaum), which can only multiply delaying actions. As for downtown, it is a pugilism: the 3rd Shock fights all day for the control of the municipal park, which overlooks the intersection of Feldmarshal-Skaya and Aleksandrovskaya, without a clear winner emerging from the confrontation. Nevertheless, here too, the German positions now appear to be under threat - and the loss of the park would threaten the Reich forces along Lenin Avenue from being flanked. Unless the latter withdraw in a hurry, thus abandoning any hope of contesting at least part of the banks...
By dint of banging their heads on the door, it seems that the Reds are now close to breaking it down! General Walther Graessner thus signifies to Hermann Hoth - and thus to Minsk - that his army corps has reached the end of its resistance, after eight days of uninterrupted and extremely violent fighting. Without reinforcements, relief or support, he is in danger of cracking.
Reluctantly, and with no other units available in the area, Hoth diverts the 20. Panzer towards Gomel, knowing that this unit is not really adapted to urban combat. Informed, Rommel can only approve... reluctantly, once again.
...
"Hurrah!" shouted the infantrymen as they rode in line from the Feldmarshalskaya through that damned park. But in spite of the repeated requests of their officers, there is no question of us to engage too quickly in this big shooting range - there can be anything in there!
Mines, anti-tanks, explosive cocktails... our little tinkerings could not keep us from all that, even if they have already proved their efficiency several times... The face of the frontovikis when they saw our arrangement was eloquent - too bad I couldn't observe the one of the Fascists when their bottles bounced off our snowshoes.
Under a light rain, we finally advanced along the park's gates while firing cannons or machine guns at anything suspicious. Behind us, a cohort of soldiers advances while trying to stay under cover behind our crate. I really don't like this task - we're drawing everyone's attention, which means we're also drawing all the shots. Andrei fires the gun as soon as he sees any semblance of a target and Alexandr reloads as fast as possible... The shells fall to the ground, mix with the spare ones - I almost slip several times on the round and burning metal or nearly twist my ankle in an open locker*.
The park is, oh, barely 400 meters long! But after just 100 meters, when we reached the first crossroads, we already have to take cover behind a ruin.
Too much shooting, too much danger. Our turret tinkles so much under the impacts that I feel like listening to a concert!
Fyodor swears like a carter - which he is, somewhere; he seems to be at the end of his tether, dripping with sweat. "And long live Stalin, for God's sake!" Suddenly, through the eyepiece, I see a window where a German seems to be lining up a strange machine in our direction. One of these anti-tank tubes. "Fyodor, back up, for fuck's sake!" Too late, for sure - but just when I expect to see a smoke on the man's shoulder, he swings back and disappears. One of our shooters took him down just in time! We retreat 50 meters towards the shelter. I will have to thank - if I ever find him - the comrade whose fine shooting saved us.
I got the information from the lieutenant of the infantrymen who were following us, so I won't have to look too hard. In the fading light of the evening, I have an encounter as charming and as cold as the falling night. "Corporal Klavdiya Yefremovna Kalugina, what can I do for you, comrade lieutenant?" All without animosity, but with the look of one who has already seen too much before she even passed her eighteenth birthday." (Tankist! - To the heart of the Reich with the Red Army, Evgeny Bessonov, Skyhorse 2017)
Gomel ("Suvorov-South") - Indeed, what Zhukov and Konev accept in the north, they do not admit in the south. And to please the Vojd and to fix the German attention on what is happening in Gomel, orders are given to the 54th Army and the 3rd Shock Army to increase the pressure on the XII. AK, which was still holding on to the ground but is suffering from wear and tear.
Finally, in the evening, the 54th Army holds almost three quarters of the district of Sovetsky - the western exit of the city in the direction of Retchytsa (today's Rečycki Avenue) is within reach. As for the Kazarmennaya, it is strongly contested, despite the fierce efforts of the 34. ID (Friedrich Hochbaum), which can only multiply delaying actions. As for downtown, it is a pugilism: the 3rd Shock fights all day for the control of the municipal park, which overlooks the intersection of Feldmarshal-Skaya and Aleksandrovskaya, without a clear winner emerging from the confrontation. Nevertheless, here too, the German positions now appear to be under threat - and the loss of the park would threaten the Reich forces along Lenin Avenue from being flanked. Unless the latter withdraw in a hurry, thus abandoning any hope of contesting at least part of the banks...
By dint of banging their heads on the door, it seems that the Reds are now close to breaking it down! General Walther Graessner thus signifies to Hermann Hoth - and thus to Minsk - that his army corps has reached the end of its resistance, after eight days of uninterrupted and extremely violent fighting. Without reinforcements, relief or support, he is in danger of cracking.
Reluctantly, and with no other units available in the area, Hoth diverts the 20. Panzer towards Gomel, knowing that this unit is not really adapted to urban combat. Informed, Rommel can only approve... reluctantly, once again.
...
"Hurrah!" shouted the infantrymen as they rode in line from the Feldmarshalskaya through that damned park. But in spite of the repeated requests of their officers, there is no question of us to engage too quickly in this big shooting range - there can be anything in there!
Mines, anti-tanks, explosive cocktails... our little tinkerings could not keep us from all that, even if they have already proved their efficiency several times... The face of the frontovikis when they saw our arrangement was eloquent - too bad I couldn't observe the one of the Fascists when their bottles bounced off our snowshoes.
Under a light rain, we finally advanced along the park's gates while firing cannons or machine guns at anything suspicious. Behind us, a cohort of soldiers advances while trying to stay under cover behind our crate. I really don't like this task - we're drawing everyone's attention, which means we're also drawing all the shots. Andrei fires the gun as soon as he sees any semblance of a target and Alexandr reloads as fast as possible... The shells fall to the ground, mix with the spare ones - I almost slip several times on the round and burning metal or nearly twist my ankle in an open locker*.
The park is, oh, barely 400 meters long! But after just 100 meters, when we reached the first crossroads, we already have to take cover behind a ruin.
Too much shooting, too much danger. Our turret tinkles so much under the impacts that I feel like listening to a concert!
Fyodor swears like a carter - which he is, somewhere; he seems to be at the end of his tether, dripping with sweat. "And long live Stalin, for God's sake!" Suddenly, through the eyepiece, I see a window where a German seems to be lining up a strange machine in our direction. One of these anti-tank tubes. "Fyodor, back up, for fuck's sake!" Too late, for sure - but just when I expect to see a smoke on the man's shoulder, he swings back and disappears. One of our shooters took him down just in time! We retreat 50 meters towards the shelter. I will have to thank - if I ever find him - the comrade whose fine shooting saved us.
I got the information from the lieutenant of the infantrymen who were following us, so I won't have to look too hard. In the fading light of the evening, I have an encounter as charming and as cold as the falling night. "Corporal Klavdiya Yefremovna Kalugina, what can I do for you, comrade lieutenant?" All without animosity, but with the look of one who has already seen too much before she even passed her eighteenth birthday." (Tankist! - To the heart of the Reich with the Red Army, Evgeny Bessonov, Skyhorse 2017)