Generaloberst Günther von Kluge
As the two main contingents of the German forces in Spain (Armeegruppen A & B) advanced deeper into the Spanish heartland toward the capital city of Madrid, Armeegruppe C -under the command of Generaloberst Günther von Kluge- was conducting it's own offensive into the Catalunya region.
The fighting here was of a very different character from that in other parts of the country. The mountainous northern region was a natural defensive position and the German advance there was progressing slowly. The central and southern areas of the region were easier to fight in, but the Spanish Army had prepared several lines of defense and the Germans were meeting firm resistance as they pressed on toward their goals of Tarragona and Barcelona.
Slowly, as the days and weeks passed by, Armeegruppe C was able to make inroads into the southern parts of the Tarragona region and draw dangerously close to achieving their goal of completely cutting off Cataluyna from the rest of Spain. Given the fact that Armeegruppe C was acting independently from both of it's brother formations and that the Spansh troops in Cataluyna were becoming increasingly cut off from the rest of the country, it was almost as if the combatants were fighting a war that was very much separate from the ones that their comrades were fighting to the west.
August 7, 1940
Tivissa, Spain
Friedrich Luder stood, along with Kalb, in what shade was being offered by a two story stone building in the eastern part of the Spanish village of Tivissa. Across the street from him loomed a medieval church, and in the space between him and it walked the townspeople who occasionally cast sidelong glances at the two German soldiers as they went about their business. Luder heard a spitting sound and saw a small brown object bounce at his feet. Luder gave Kalb and annoyed look, but said nothing as he reached over into the helmet that Kalb was holding upside down in his arm and plucked out a peach. The area around the town held an impressive number of trees bearing the delicious fruit and Kalb had made a point of picking enough of them to fill his helmet on each of the mornings that they had been in the small village.
As Luder bit down on the peach the door to the church opened across the street and Fleischer came striding out. Luder watched as he tucked a rosary into one of the pockets of his field jacket and began walking toward him. Kalb tossed the last peach to him and asked, "You get some good praying done, Feldwebel?"
Fleischer ignored the question and turned to Luder in order to ask, "Is everyone ready to go?"
Luder nodded. Their Kompanie had spent the last two days in and around Tivissa, but their respite had ended. The division was moving out and the Kompanie was headed for the town of Móra d'Ebre. Their target was supposed to be lightly defended, but Luder had heard such claims before and was not inclined to trust that supposition too much. He said, "We're all ready to go. Just waiting for yourself and the Leutnant."
Fleischer gestured for him to lead the way and Luder led him to where their Zug was drawn up in marching formation at the outskirts of the town. Or rather, to where it's members were lounging in a loose approximation of marching order anyway. Fleischer stepped past the two and walked to a place at the head of the column. After a moment, both Kalb and Luder (who had each received promotions to Gefreiter) followed him and took up places nearby.
A few minutes later their commanding officer appeared and began striding briskly toward the front of the column. The men who had been sitting down on the ground quickly jumped to their feet as he passed and either saluted or nodded in the direction of the young officer as he walked by. Leutnant Schmeling was much liked by his men who considering him a very capable leader and liked to call him "Max" despite his first name actually being Manfrid.
At his order the Zug moved out down the narrow road that led away from the town. Luder fell into step next to Kalb who smiled and winked at him. The two then began belting out the opening lines of one of their favorite songs-
Die Wacht am Rhein. Within moments, rest of the column were singing along, their voices echoing across the countryside. Luder looked forward and was pleased to see that the Leutnant as well as the usually reserved Fleischer had joined in as well.
Troops of the German 53rd Division marching out of Tivissa
The brave men of the 53rd Division marched on. They were young. They were in high spirits. They were marching straight into Hell.