The Power of Words. September - October, 1943
Within the next week we chased down Germans from 196. Infantry division further north, while 94. Inf., almost 8000 men, in Arta just surrendered after a short fight. Then, after an attack on our 3rd. Infantry in Kozani was repulsed with high casualties (on Yugoslavian side - more than 1200 against our 133), we got a chance for a short respite.. And a lot of marching. Trucks or even fuel was very hard to find, except for an occasional helpful Greek farmer with his horse cart.
Panzergrenadiers on watch in Paliouria. September 14, 1943
The situation on the front line was quite precarious, even if it did not look like it - we had 9 divisions, including one armoured with a mix of Crusader and Churchill tanks, not counting the militias, against basically a single Heavy Panzer division, equipped with Tigers, led by Lt.Gen.Jodl, and supported by a mix of several auxiliary Infantry divisions from Romania, Germany and Yugoslavia on the outskirts of northern mountains.
Our command did not seem to be particularly keen on trying them out directly, luckily for us, and none of us were either. Everyone still remembered the clash with Panthers just a few weeks ago.
Second contact with the enemy at Kozani was made in the middle of the night, on September 15, when we heard the roar of the tank engines coming from the valley west from us, up the mountain road. At the same time, further north, our comrades from 15th 'Scottish' division were attacked by sole Romanian division. As the tanks turned back just before sunrise, we were left wondering, whether they underestimated our forces here, or just tried to take us by surprise, hoping to scare us away.
Romanians did not have a chance to cross the fields of fire, defended by fierce Scots, even under cover of darkness. September 15, 1943
Noone of us had yet forgotten the slaughter of our guys in June, earlier that year, in these very same hills, just slightly more to the north west, thus, we were not overly sad when the Romanian will to attack faded away by the morning of September 16, with their loses mounting close to 15 percent - more than a thousand, while the Scots lost 74 guys.
We were ordered to immediately rise and move forward, to Florina, along with our 3th Infantry, routing the disheartened Romanians without a fight, while Marines were clearing Kastoria further west from the remnants of another Romanian division.
By the 20th of September, even though we were yet to reach our destination, most of the guys were overjoyed - 'Finally, we have taken German panzers in a sack! Now to push from all sides, finish them off, and onwards to Berlin!'
Obviously, this was not going to happen. German commander, seeing that single relatively easily traversable road from Paliouria was being blocked, did not wait a minute and moved west, to Kastoria, before Engineers form 3rd Marine could even properly begin their preparations for building anti-tank defences. An order was given for them to move north, after a short skirmish on the main road.
Digging-in into the rocky ground is not that simple. September 24, 1943
By September 27, Marines reached Florina, even before us, and way ahead of German 196 Inf. Division. Their battle took 4 whole days until we arrived, but finally Germans were pushed back with several hundred lost on our side, and more than 900 on theirs. This created a perfect opportunity for a counter attack, which we took without hesitation - and on October 5th, we held Gostivar.
Not all pieces were in place again for the encirclement - are they ever? Even though eastern side of the circle was firmly held by troops under direct Lithuanian command, western side left much to wish for - British 9th Armoured left Korce - single province, separating Jodl's tanks and the port of Tirana - to reinforce southern segment at Pramanta, already defended by British Infantry, while all our 4 Militia divisions were transported to man the old fortress at Ioannina. Only the HQ of Lithuanian Liberation Army was left in Korce, undefended and vulnerable.
When getting back to our tent, I saw that most of my men were really afraid of what was to come this time, even though almost all of them already had a fair share of fighting under their belts - Soviet, Italian, German troops, you name it, machine guns, mines, mortar fire, artillery bombardment, bombers, even other tanks.. But the tales were going from tent to tent for some time then about roaring fire breathing deadly beasts, tearing open Allied tanks before they can even see anything coming, not speaking about simple leg infantry.. With no way to stop them. I tried to keep the spirits up as much as I could. But the voice of none other than our President A.Smetona sounded that night from our radios and worked miracles, encouraging everyone of us to never lose hope, to fight for the freedom of others, as this was also a fight for our freedom, our families, our land and our lives.
The speech that changed lives of many of us. And saved some. October 5, 1943