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2nd Post I'm starting a timeline, am I insane or overly corageous
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Note: The anglo-saxon language is not my native tounge, spelling and grammer is bound to suffer.
Stalingrad discussion https://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showthread.php?t=131862 which promted me to get my fingers out of my... and start this timeline.
Haubtquartier XIV Panzerkorps
Village of Erzovka, North west of Stalingrad
November 5th 1942, 07.35 local time
-Herr General, a couple of landsers from the 16th Kradschutzen battalion picked up an interesting tongue last night.
-Oh really? And tell me who is this tongue then, Wilhelm?
-A Major Mikhail Matushkin, a reconnaissance officer attached to the 58th Tank Brigade in the 66th Army, Herr General.
-So what is so special about this Major Matushkin from the 58th Tank Brigade?
-He apparently got lost in the dark while performing forward reconnaissance of our positions just north of here.
-Nasty habit that, Wilhelm, not a terrible bright idea to get lost in the dark. If you’re not careful you might get shot accidentally.
-Yes it is Herr General, now it is not so much what he does or know that is of particular interest to us, but rather what his brother-in-law do and know.
-Oh? And what is it this Major Matushkins brother-in-law do that is of any concern do us, Wilhelm?
-Major Matushkins brother-in-law is the 66th army’s quartermaster, Herr General, and two nights ago Matushkins brother-in-law had ‘requisitioned’ a bottle of vodka, which he in true communist camaraderie shared with his brother-in-law. The two got shit drunk and Major Matushkin was not only told about the current supply situation in the 66th Army but also of what the future requirements of the 66th army will be in the near future.
-And what is the future requirements Wilhelm? Enough for an Offensive to relieve the city?
-No Herr General, according to Major Matushkin the 66th Army will receive enough ammunition to conduct small scale offensive operations, enough to pin us in place.
-That is very interesting, Wilhelm, very interesting indeed. Now how much would you trust the gossip, drunken gossip of a Ukrainian peasant? Or worse the drunken gossip of a Ukrainian peasants brother-in-law?
-He is Belorussian Herr General, and normally I would agree, though it did pique my interest and it has been corroborated by some of the radio intercepts we have performed recently. But I’d like your permission Herr General to perform a few photo- reconnaissance mission.
-I don’t see why not Wilhelm. What do you make of this Major Matushkin then?
-To me Herr General he appears to be quite an intelligent fellow, he stood up to the first round of interrogations quite well, but folded quickly once we offered him some hot soup and some freshly baked bread. My instinct says he is reliable.
-Very well Wilhelm, but if the Reds don’t intend to attack my corps here head on to relieve the city, but instead to prevent us from being mobile they are likely up to some mischief elsewhere. Is the map inside the bunker up to date?
- Yes Herr General, or as up to date as we can make it.
-So tell me then Wilhelm, if the Reds were besieging Hitlerburg and you were in command, with resources and with the situation before us. What would you do?
-Well, Herr General, it’s quite obvious. The Romanian armies on this army’s both flanks are rather under strength and half starved to death, not to mention that they still only have ‘doorknockers’ to defend themselves with against tanks. I’d attack there.
-Yes I agree, Wilhelm, I would attack there myself, it is obvious, maybe to obvious. Our problem is what can we do about it? Hitler himself ordered me with my tanks to support the attacks on the factories. And Grofaz won’t change his mind on the word of a Ukrainian, sorry Belorussian deserter, and if he were to be told it was the drunken gossip from a Belorussian deserters brother-in-law, I’d be the laughing stock from here to Brest.
Get me any kind of tangible evidence of a Soviet offensive Wilhelm, and do it fast.
-Jawohl Herr General.
Note: The anglo-saxon language is not my native tounge, spelling and grammer is bound to suffer.
Stalingrad discussion https://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showthread.php?t=131862 which promted me to get my fingers out of my... and start this timeline.
Haubtquartier XIV Panzerkorps
Village of Erzovka, North west of Stalingrad
November 5th 1942, 07.35 local time
-Herr General, a couple of landsers from the 16th Kradschutzen battalion picked up an interesting tongue last night.
-Oh really? And tell me who is this tongue then, Wilhelm?
-A Major Mikhail Matushkin, a reconnaissance officer attached to the 58th Tank Brigade in the 66th Army, Herr General.
-So what is so special about this Major Matushkin from the 58th Tank Brigade?
-He apparently got lost in the dark while performing forward reconnaissance of our positions just north of here.
-Nasty habit that, Wilhelm, not a terrible bright idea to get lost in the dark. If you’re not careful you might get shot accidentally.
-Yes it is Herr General, now it is not so much what he does or know that is of particular interest to us, but rather what his brother-in-law do and know.
-Oh? And what is it this Major Matushkins brother-in-law do that is of any concern do us, Wilhelm?
-Major Matushkins brother-in-law is the 66th army’s quartermaster, Herr General, and two nights ago Matushkins brother-in-law had ‘requisitioned’ a bottle of vodka, which he in true communist camaraderie shared with his brother-in-law. The two got shit drunk and Major Matushkin was not only told about the current supply situation in the 66th Army but also of what the future requirements of the 66th army will be in the near future.
-And what is the future requirements Wilhelm? Enough for an Offensive to relieve the city?
-No Herr General, according to Major Matushkin the 66th Army will receive enough ammunition to conduct small scale offensive operations, enough to pin us in place.
-That is very interesting, Wilhelm, very interesting indeed. Now how much would you trust the gossip, drunken gossip of a Ukrainian peasant? Or worse the drunken gossip of a Ukrainian peasants brother-in-law?
-He is Belorussian Herr General, and normally I would agree, though it did pique my interest and it has been corroborated by some of the radio intercepts we have performed recently. But I’d like your permission Herr General to perform a few photo- reconnaissance mission.
-I don’t see why not Wilhelm. What do you make of this Major Matushkin then?
-To me Herr General he appears to be quite an intelligent fellow, he stood up to the first round of interrogations quite well, but folded quickly once we offered him some hot soup and some freshly baked bread. My instinct says he is reliable.
-Very well Wilhelm, but if the Reds don’t intend to attack my corps here head on to relieve the city, but instead to prevent us from being mobile they are likely up to some mischief elsewhere. Is the map inside the bunker up to date?
- Yes Herr General, or as up to date as we can make it.
-So tell me then Wilhelm, if the Reds were besieging Hitlerburg and you were in command, with resources and with the situation before us. What would you do?
-Well, Herr General, it’s quite obvious. The Romanian armies on this army’s both flanks are rather under strength and half starved to death, not to mention that they still only have ‘doorknockers’ to defend themselves with against tanks. I’d attack there.
-Yes I agree, Wilhelm, I would attack there myself, it is obvious, maybe to obvious. Our problem is what can we do about it? Hitler himself ordered me with my tanks to support the attacks on the factories. And Grofaz won’t change his mind on the word of a Ukrainian, sorry Belorussian deserter, and if he were to be told it was the drunken gossip from a Belorussian deserters brother-in-law, I’d be the laughing stock from here to Brest.
Get me any kind of tangible evidence of a Soviet offensive Wilhelm, and do it fast.
-Jawohl Herr General.