All Quiet on the Eastern Front
Chronicles of the Vaterland
"God has a way of hiding things, he makes choice, knows the outcomes of wars and battles, lives and years, anything a mere man can only imagine. For one this day the wives of men and soldiers of the German Reich can only wonder what side God is truly on. No longer are the glorious soldiers of the Wehrmacht staying deep inside the steppes of Russia, no longer are the pilots of the Luftwaffe flying in the sky. Today the once proud soldiers of the invincible thousand year reich stand and halt, listen and follow orders, not from their beloved fuhrer in the Reichstag but from their respected commanders on the front. As the Russians leap forward they approach our camps at the dawn of nights, we look up at the man on horseback, he calmly asked for a surrender, that when accepted all the men may be soon to return home. No I say with a vengence, come if you may, for when you come it will be your last. As in mankind and history, wars and battles are easily forgotten but for us, us precious few who stand here today, us precious few who have and will fight and die will achieve a victory that all mankind will remember. Us precious few, us band of brothers, and when are grandchildren look back upon this day and remember such a victory was won not by me the officer but by you the soldier, the commoner will look back and remember the glorious Thousand Year Reich! Us precious few us band of brothers, for we won such a victory -- Upon this day!
"Look back, look at what comes ahead, it's alright to be afraid for it only means that you're human, a gift from God. No human is never afraid, he who says lies, for I too am with you, no longer will we see the days of the sun, no longer may must see the rise of the new sun, can anyone realize what has happened here? I say yes, look to the west and the east and find your place in the imperishable kingdom of heaven, no longer do we fight for the fuhrer, or for the fatherland. No longer do we fight for the personal victories of generals, we fight for the people of our nation and the lord our savior. Forget all you know or heard about Hitler, for he is not god, remember that it was not him who died for you but the lord, and find this strength within you -- us band of brothers, never will we taste the bitterment of defeat and I look and see death infront of me, and will joyously cheer, for when I die he has resolved my sins and at death I pass to the only holy place in the world, not upon this but upon the next.
"Strike fear within them, the sinners, the pagens of saitan who worship not God but Stalin, no longer do we fall in their path and worship Hitler! Remember that upon this day we have already won for we fight for the lord, remember this my proud sons of Germany and we can never be left in the dust. Rise up now my brothers! Rise up as one and unite under one banner and fight! Fight for the freedom of your loved ones back home for the Russian man will stop at nothing! Here we lay, here we die. And there is nothing better than to die in the name of the lord. History will remember us all -- us precious few, us band of brothers who stood together as one and stopped the impershible odds of our enemies, upon this day!"
Mud sliken and torn came the odds against all, no longer was the fields brown with mud but red with blood. The river ran red, the fields turned to soup, the trees were burnt. The rain came down, hitting men from above, no longer was the Russian attack in vain, but from high above a symbolic symbol approached. As the Russian marshal arrived on the battlefield so ended his car and advanced, out stepped Voroshilov the hero of the Soviet Union, savior of the Motherland and one of Stalin's proud favorites, into the mud slicken blood filled fields he stepped, falling down face first into the red river. His officers surrounded him, he looked up and spoke, "In shame of my people I look upon this day, we have achieved nothing but shame." And so ended the life of a great Soviet hero, and back about with the stain of hands gone red, faces bloodied looked on the simple soldier, in the mud they wrestled, the last great battle of the year 1944.
He looked about and found none, and the proud soldier Dietel marched out to his impending death, surrounded by many Russians, gutted and bayoneted to death with blood and organs falling from his mouth. The last great battle fought in the vincinity of the town of Lodz, Poland saw some 460,000 Soviet soldiers be defeated by 90,000 Germans. Against all the odds the winter began to fall, covering the fields of one of the most grusome battlefields that this Great War has seen.
- Retold Account of the Battle of Lodz,
First Lieutantent Albert von Abrauswitz.
Famous for his war novel the Chronicles of the Vaterland.
Battle of Lodz, Part One. November 26, 1944.
