SS Viewpoint – Volume Three: SS Front Reports 1943-1945


Translated from the SS newspaper Das Schwarze Korps, select articles from 1941 to 1945. Each volume is focused on a specific theme. If you enjoyed our SS Culture and SS Creed series, you’ll enjoy this series as well.

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Each SC volume has 40-51pp.

So they achieved a penetration. The weak forces of the defenders has to leave the trench into which the Soviets had already penetrated at a few points, if they did not want to come in danger of encirclement and being rolled by from the side. Alarm! The Bolsheviks are in the trenches of Cape Helgoland! That is the news that meets the battalion commander, Hauptsturmführer M.. Fast action is needed, when the possession of such an important key position is at stake such as Cape Helgoland represents. And Hauptsturmführer M. acts. He knows in a moment how dangerous the situation would be if the Soviets managed to establish a firm foothold in the trench. From there a firm supply line leads deep into the regiment’s positions.

He pulls together all the reserve forces at his disposal. Every minute of delay gives the Soviets opportunity to better establish themselves, every new position that can be occupied by the enemies up there in Cape Helgoland, costs precious blood, if it is supposed to be retaken. The commander hesitates for only a moment when he sees the few men in front of him who are supposed to lead the counterthrust, then he gives the order for counterattack! If each does not fight like ten now, then it is a hopeless enterprise, he thinks fleetingly.

So do they go forward. All of them have already been in the hardest fighting in the east for a long time. They utilize every cover, step by step they push toward the waiting enemy, who hesitates in the face of unexpected resistance, as if he believed it to be long broken. But there is a mighty inner drive, a will for decision, in this stubborn, step-by-step pushing ahead, to which no opponent is equal.

The Soviet points are overrun, the first trench stretches are reached, the most terrible combat the infantryman knows begins: the battle in the confusion of the trenches. Each man, a squad! Each squad, a company! These words receive their highest significance. How would it have otherwise been possible to splinter the penetrating enemy forces – best trained glider troops of the Soviet navy – in individual battle groups to strike them from the front, from the flank, from behind, so that the windings of the trenches fill with mountains of corpses.