Tank Rider: Into the Reich with the Red Army

No more than 50 or 55 men remained out of 550 soldiers and NCOs of our battalion. Losses among officers were also high. Out of 45 officers no more than 50% remained, the rest were killed or wounded and sent to hospitals. Just six out of 22 platoon leaders were left. Young soldiers, 18 or 19 years old, the cream of our country, died for the liberation of their Motherland from the German Nazi invaders. Officers, platoon leaders and company commanders, also died, often being just little older than their soldiers – they were 20 to 22 years old. One can always replace losses in military hardware, tanks and equipment, but one can never replace losses in personnel…

IN RESERVE AT KOPYCHINTSY

We marched on foot from the front line to the rear area, while the battalion command went there by car, ‘pilots’, as we called them. We walked without any haste for several days, before we finally arrived at our destination. We built shelters and settled there. For some reason only I was present in the battalion out of all the junior officers, the others fell behind somewhere. The battalion commander called on me and appointed me officer of the day in the battalion. A heavy rain started during the night; I was tired and my sentries were also tired. We lay under the tarpaulin that made do for the tent that we had not set and fell asleep. In the morning the battalion commander found me and woke me up; but he was not angry with me even though I had slept and not organized breakfast for the men of the battalion. I quickly corrected my mistake and told the cooks to start making food.

Replacements started to arrive, many officers, as well as soldiers and NCOs, came back from hospitals. Senior Lieutenants Fomin and Grigoriev (he was appointed the battalion’s chief of staff), platoon leaders Lieutenants Shakulo, Gavrilov, Guschenkov, Drogovoz, Kravtsov (he had to spend over two months recuperating after the burns he received) came back. As we were receiving personnel, we started training and putting the units together. We taught them what they would need in battle, tried to strengthen discipline, eradicating laxity that had appeared in behaviour at the front. No one saluted at the front line. Some liberties that could not be tolerated in an army in peacetime appeared in relations between soldiers and commanders at the front. We did combat training at company and platoon level with live ammo. We had to teach green soldiers everything: taking care of weapons, assembling and disassembling the PPSh submachine-gun (we did not have rifles), applying camouflage on terrain, advancing in rushes, digging foxholes, sneaking on the ground, mounting a tank and skilfully dismounting it, even on the move. We even taught them how to shout ‘Hurrah!’ Soldiers fight the way you teach them. We taught them to attack in squads, platoons, to sense comradeship. In short, we knitted the platoon and the company together in one fist, so that we would be superior to the enemy in battle, so that it would be his Kaputt, not ours.

We lived in shelters that we built out of pine-tree branches, some people covered the shelters with tree bark. The battalion commander, his deputies and other staff officers lived in staff vehicles or in tarpaulin tents, which the company did not have, and when it rained we covered our shelters with rain capes. The weather in the Ukraine was warm. Studying was studying, but we were young and tried to entertain ourselves as best we could. Some of us went to the nearest village Maidan, and exchanged some war trophies for moonshine, lard, wheat bread and even milk. We even arranged parties in the village – we sang and danced, while some stayed with the girls till the morning. We were young and healthy and strong, we were happy to live without thinking what lay ahead of us.