Chapter Six The Russians Close In

With the arrival of the 16th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Division, the 8th Guards Army was able to resume its crossing operation in daylight on 3 February. The loss of three aircraft in the first attack of the day obliged the Luftwaffe to change tactics from attacks en masse to individual sorties. Consequently, most of the infantry divisions of the 4th Guards Rifle Corps and the 79th Guards Rifle Division (28th Guards Rifle Corps) crossed the river with minimal losses, taking their artillery observers with them, although the guns had to remain on the east bank for the time being, as no bridging or ferrying facilities had come forwards with the 8th Guards Army’s vanguard.

That day saw the rapid and virtually unopposed expansion and unification of three small bridgeheads into one extending for several kilometres from Reitwein to Kietz and reaching as far forward as the Frankfurt–Küstrin railway line, which thus became unusable. The 35th Guards Rifle Division went on to occupy the southern part of Kietz and some terrain to the west of the suburb, while the 47th Guards Rifle Division occupied Neu Manschnow about noon and moved on to block the Küstrin–Seelow highway (Reichsstrasse 1) in Manschnow itself.[1] The following day Soviet scouts were seen as far forward as the Golzow–Alt Tucheband road.[2]

Zhukov’s eyes were still firmly on Berlin, despite the previously mentioned deployment of most of his forces to clear Pomerania, as the following orders sent to Chuikov show. It is interesting to note that there is no mention of Küstrin, from which one can presume that it was considered too difficult an obstacle to overcome under the immediate circumstances, and that adequate bridging could be provided across the Oder at Reitwein and Kienitz.

On the 4th February we received a Front HQ directive setting the date for the offensive. It said: ‘The Front’s troops shall consolidate their success by active operations in the next six days, bring up all units that have fallen behind, replenish fuel to two allowances per vehicle and ammunition to two establishments, and in a swift assault take Berlin on the 15th–16th February.

In the consolidation period, i.e. 4th–8th February, it is necessary that:

a) The 5th, 8th, 69th and 33rd Armies should capture bridgeheads on the west bank of the Oder. It is desirable for the 8th Guards and 69th Armies to have a common bridgehead between Küstrin and Frankfurt. If all goes well, the 5th and 8th Armies should link their bridgeheads;

b) The 1st Polish and the 47th and 61st Armies, the 2nd Tank Army and the 2nd Cavalry Corps should hurl the enemy back behind the line Ratzebuhr–Falkenburg–Stargard–Altdamm– Oder. Following this, they should leave a covering force pending the arrival of the armies of the 2nd Byelorussian Front, and regroup on the Oder for a breakthrough;

c) Between the 7th and 8th February it is necessary to complete the elimination of the enemy grouping in Posen and Schneidemühl;

d) The means of reinforcement for a breakthrough shall in the main be the same as those available at present;

e) By the 10th February the tank forces and self-propelled artillery shall complete repairs and maintenance so as to put all available resources back into action;

f) The Air Force shall complete deployment and have fuel on the airfields for not fewer than six allowances per aircraft;

g) The Front’s logistical services and the Army rear units shall be fully prepared by the 9th–10th February for the decisive phase of the operation.’[3]

Yet, as Professor Erickson summed up the situation:

For his immediate purposes Zhukov could count on four rifle armies and two tank armies drawn up along ‘the Berlin axis’, but two of the rifle armies–8th Guards and 69th–had detached part of their forces to deal with the fortress of Posen, while Berzarin’s 5th Shock was besieging Küstrin with elements of that army. On the embattled right flank the 1st Polish, 3rd Shock and 61st Armies were forced to leave more divisions to reduce the fortress of Schneidermühl and other strongpoints.

Losses and shortages further denuded Zhukov’s assault forces. Chuikov could only commit 50 per cent of the 8th Guards for the proposed attack on Berlin (the other half of his army was presently held back at Poznan); battle losses had made heavy inroads into Chuikov’s strength, with regiments down to two battalions and the companies reduced to an average strength of 22–45 men. Ammunition was becoming alarmingly scarce and Chuikov had fallen back on using captured German guns with captured ammunition. Berzarin’s 5th Shock Army and the 33rd and 69th Armies also reported growing shortages of ammunition and increasingly depleted ranks. Katukov’s 1st Guards Tank Army mustered 737 tanks and SP guns at the time of breaking through to the Oder, of which 567 were in working order.[4]

Almost at the same time the Soviet troops in the southern bridgehead launched their first major offensive. There was no longer a secure front line, as the German formations clung on to the villages and isolated farms in the almost coverless Oderbruch. Thus Hathenow–almost 5 kilometres from the Oder on the Frankfurt–Küstrin road–was quickly developed into a strongpoint, as was Rathstock, 2 kilometres to the north, but this was soon lost. A few kilometres further on Soviet troops reached and crossed Reichsstrasse 1 near Manschnow, only being stopped when they reached the parallel-running railway. Over-hastily mounted counterattacks failed. Küstrin’s rail and road connections to the hinterland had been severed.

There followed some critical hours during which it was doubtful whether the fortress troops could hold their lines on the southern edge of Kietz and whether they could extend them to the west. However, it was to their benefit that the northern bridgehead remained quiet. The unusually early thaw with its accompanying mud in the Oderbruch valley meant that, with the lack of firm roads, no great counteroffensive could be expected in the near future, and no tanks had appeared in the bridgeheads as yet. The strips of land occupied by the 5th Shock Army to the north and the 8th Guards Army to the south of the fortress were still separated from each other, but at the narrowest point were only 3 kilometres apart, posing an acute and visible threat.

The Soviet occupation of Reitwein attracted considerable harassment from Stuka dive-bombers and from the German artillery, a battery of which was now located in Sachsendorf, where the roads were still congested with refugees, prisoners of war and concentration camp inmates on the move.[5]

For days now the only source of information for the population had been wild rumours. The news that the route to the west was blocked spread more quickly than most. There could be no doubt: there were enough wounded returning to the dressing stations in the town, while all those who had hoped to get a train from Kietz railway station had also returned. No one had been able to leave.[6]

This Saturday, 3 February, however, was the kind of day one sees as a forecast of spring after a long hard winter. The sun was still low in the sky but there was already a pleasant warmth from a cloudless sky, and the last traces of snow were melting away. Some women went out with their babies in prams but kept close to the buildings, aware of the need for flight in an emergency, and, as the only concession to the changed circumstances, never crossing the open squares.

Suddenly there was the sound of aircraft engines and a few heavy explosions marred this peaceful picture for a moment, but the word quickly spread that these were German aircraft and one could see them attacking Reitwein from the Oder bastions. Several dozen people actually gathered on the walls of the Wallkrone to watch a group of Ju 87s and Me 109s flying around and dropping bombs on targets out of sight. Unusually heavy anti-aircraft gunfire filled the sky with sparkling belts of tracer and there were grey-black clouds of smoke from the explosions. Those sightseers busy revelling in memories of Stukas in the ‘Lightning War’ days suddenly fell silent, and were among the first to flee when mortar bombs ripped up the brittle ice at the foot of the bastion. Soon afterwards civilians were barred from the Katte walls, which had been made into a promenade above the river and were popular for taking a stroll.[7]

Luftwaffe Officer Cadet Sergeant Helmut Schmidt witnessed this air activity on 3 February:

At long last our Luftwaffe appeared in the sky. A squadron of Ju 87s made some dashing attacks on targets to the east and south-east of the town. We could watch the dive bombing of the Stukas well from the railway embankment. Their attacks were followed by heavy detonations and mighty clouds of smoke, while our railway hut shook as if in an earthquake. The Ju 87s did not appear to lack for targets.

There was still no sign of the Russian Air Force. Certainly it had not been idle in the meantime. Presumably it had to prepare and occupy airfields nearer to the front line. In my opinion the enemy fighters and bombers would soon be making our life difficult.[8]

The outpost at the bucket elevator on the Sonnenburg Chaussee was lost to the Soviets that day and immediately afterwards an antitank gun started firing from here at the flak positions on the Warthe side of the Altstadt. Then the firing died down in the immediate area, enabling even the most cautious to venture further from their dwellings than they had previously dared. Now that few of the shops scattered around town were open, shopping entailed going some distance, and the older people in particular tried to avoid the risk of finding themselves under fire.

The fortress situation report for 3 February read:

Enemy resumed attacks on Küstrin from north, east and southeast. Early morning a company-sized attack on the bucket lift (1 km south-west of southern Küstrin exit). The strongpoint fell with the loss of almost all the garrison in enemy hands. In a battalion-sized attack either side of the Zorndorf–Küstrin road on Height 63, the enemy gained about 100m ground. Enemy breach south-west of Warnick cleared by counterattack. Enemy thrust from a southerly direction on the west bank of the Oder opposite Küstrin.

The next morning the situation report read:

Enemy thrust in platoon strength south-west of Warnick repelled. Strong enemy reconnaissance activity and lively artillery fire from both sides.

This was followed by a further report later that day:

Attack against southern and south-western front of Küstrin west of the Oder. Attack via Gorgast and Alt Bleyen towards Kietz blocked by Oder Corps.

The anti-tank gunfire from the bucket elevator generated the first official evacuation. Some unauthorised moves had already taken place, such as tenants of an upper storey moving down into vacated accommodation that appeared safer. Most shots had gone over the flak positions hidden by a railway embankment and hit a block of flats near the Catholic church. There were no casualties, but some housing was so badly damaged that alternative accommodation had to be found. This was, as were all such tasks, undertaken by the Nazi welfare organisation NSV, whose local office now took on the roles of supervising housing and social welfare with practically unlimited and only partially defined powers. The emergency administration formed from the fragmented magistrates and NSDAP district offices acted in a similar fashion. Abandoned apartments in the less damaged streets of the Altstadt were taken over, opened by an officially appointed locksmith and the homeless allocated to them.[9]

A combat team of officer cadets named after its commander, Captain Kain, was tasked with retaking the bucket elevator on the Sonnenburger Chaussee and eliminating the threat from there. The Soviet garrison was later reckoned at 103 men with ten machine guns and a lone anti-tank gun, the restricted artillery content of such an exposed position indicating that the Soviets were still short of heavy weapons in this sector. The chaussee, set on a narrow dyke running parallel with the railway line, was surrounded by the waters flooding the Oderbruch and covering the meadows on either side, and was clearly marked by a regularly spaced alley of trees. It was in clear view of a 105mm flak battery that had been deployed in an allotment garden and meadow just outside the fortress walls. Even the distinctive building housing the pumping station was clearly visible from there. On such a narrow approach the attackers had to be aware of the guns behind them.

Heavy Soviet defensive fire inflicted severe casualties on Kain’s combat team but, under cover of the flak, the battle group finally reached its goal, a shot-up brick building and a few rifle pits and machine-gun nests that then changed hands for a few hours before the area had to be abandoned once more while it was still visible from the flak position, for without covering fire Kain’s men would stand no chance against a Soviet night attack.[10]

The first shots of a firing squad rang out this Sunday when fourteen Ostarbeiter (eastern forced labourers) were executed without investigation, trial or sentence. A two-sentence notice stating that they had been caught plundering was intended to counter public indignation over the increasing number of buildings being broken into and ransacked. The forced labourers still remaining in the town were forbidden to leave their huts between 1800 hours and 0600 hours under pain of the severest punishment. They were having to work all day long on the defences as the businesses they had been allocated to had now come to a halt. However, the plundering continued.[11]

A Soviet thrust along the eastern railway line reached the line Gorgast–Bleyen on 5 February, thus cutting off Küstrin, its last remaining route over the fields being made unusable. The 5th Shock Army desperately tried to get some tanks across the river to reinforce its bridgehead. Several fell through the ice, but four T-34s managed to cross, enabling the Soviets to extend their bridgehead at Genschmar up to a line running through the centre of the village.[12]

Elsewhere on the fortress’s front line the day was relatively quiet. Skirmishes that broke out here and there were limited to company-strength actions and were hardly noticed from behind the screen of buildings in the town. At this point there were some 20,000 people–soldiers, Volkssturm and civilians–in the town. Most of the civilian population, including those who had fled here from the Anglo-American air attacks, had been able to leave the town in good time, but some 8,000–10,000 civilians had been overtaken by events and remained surrounded in the town.

On 5 February the NSDAP county office produced its first news-sheet, four type-written pages roneoed on cheap wartime paper. Half of it was devoted to the Wehrmacht Report, followed by statements on the local military situation using the same sort of vocabulary, but there were also announcements such as the addresses of the three civilian doctors still practising, one each in the Altstadt, Neustadt and Kietz, and a request to hand in all battery radios. The latter were carefully guarded by their few fortunate owners, for other sets could not be used for lack of electricity.

Nevertheless, the NSDAP district leadership was determined to take over this unexpected monopoly of information in order to resume its influence over the population. This news-sheet was sent almost entirely to offices, staff and dormitory accommodation, and some were stuck on walls and fences, and there was already a plan to produce a regularly printed newspaper. How many people this reached is unknown; one rough estimate was 8,000. Flight and Volkssturm service had torn apart the block and cell Party structure during the last weeks of January, and in the confusion of the first fighting the last remnants of control over the lives of ordinary civilians had completely come off the rails.

This was of little significance to the population. There were still some basic foodstuffs in a few of the shops, naturally available only with ration cards, and the sewage and water systems were still functioning as normal. Mortar fire was still sporadic, more tiresome than dangerous if one did not go out into the open, and aircraft had still to show themselves. Thus casualties among the civilian population until now had not been due to enemy action. The official deaths register recorded about a dozen suicides under the date of 31 January when the first shots were fired. Some had not been found by chance until much later and no one knew how much more work awaited the undertakers.

Pedestrians and vehicles moved virtually unhindered once the usual midday harassing fire was over. Fortress staff and Party officials were already describing the 5th as a ‘quiet day’ when at almost exactly 1500 hours a series of heavy explosions shook the town. The few people strolling around hastened to take cover, the threat of the blasts driving them down into the cellars, but then the explosions broke off as abruptly as they had begun. Only those with front-line experience knew what this was: artillery salvoes.

Mushrooms of smoke rose into the clear sky above the Neustadt in rapid succession, distinctly apart at first, then combining as a grey wall at the foot of which a rose-coloured glow quickly spread as the first bright red flames took hold. A number of 130mm explosive and incendiary shells had hit about three dozen houses. Within a few minutes most of them were alight from the roof to the ground floor. Showers of sparks ignited curtains, while broken furniture and rafters were scattered over the streets. A witness to this event reported:

We were sitting down to afternoon coffee, having taken the precaution of going down into the cellar, which I with my war experience considered safer. Suddenly an explosion shook our house, others following shortly after again and again, and whitewash fell from the ceiling. After a short while it was suddenly quiet again, but now there was a frightful sound of burning. We left everything and ran upstairs to be confronted by a horrible sight. Our house on the edge of the Neumarkt, right opposite the water tower, had not been hit, but several neighbouring buildings were ablaze. The tram depot was completely destroyed and there were craters on the market place. Several doors and windows had been torn off their hinges, and the paper was hanging off the wall in strips. All the bottles of conserves in the dining room were broken by the blast. The roof had been torn off and the balcony was only hanging on to the façade as indistinguishable iron rods. The Radio-Helm building was in flames. Except for our house, no building on the Neumarkt had survived the bombardment.

This was not such an unusual sight for most of the firemen, for most had been involved in the air raids on Berlin. Following the first such raids in November 1942, the simple Küstrin fire engines, like others in a wide area around Berlin, had been modernised on a generous scale. Then in the summer of 1944 they conducted an exercise in rescuing trapped people from a narrow street in the Altstadt known as the Wassergasse. Now the route to the deployment site was much closer. The smoke and flame-engulfed quarter was isolated at street junctions and gaps between the buildings to stop the spread of fire to the rest of the neighbourhood. The ruins in the Neumarkt, in the neighbourhood of the town centre around the Stern, and the streets leading to the railway station, gradually cooled down.

Meanwhile the inhabitants of the affected area had taken shelter with friends and relations or had requisitioned empty properties for themselves. No one can say how many people were affected by the explosions, or if all reached the cellars in time. Only two severely injured were reported.[13]

Under General Reinefarth the fortress area was divided into two defence sectors, Altstadt and Neustadt. The larger sector consisted of the Neustadt on the right bank of the Warthe, where the majority of the population lived and most of the military establishments such as barracks, drill squares and exercise areas, hospital, magazine, bakery and supply depot were located, as was the Neues Werke bastion north-east of the main railway station. This sector also contained the town’s gas works, water works, a sewage farm, a civil hospital, the cemetery and a large industrial complex.

Despite his total lack of experience in such a role, and in the face of protests from Headquarters 9th Army, Reinefarth appointed fellow policeman Colonel Walter of the Feldgendarmerie as commander of the Neustadt Defence Sector, a decision he was later to regret with the words: ‘For lack of relevant previous experience, the situation was consequently not mastered. There was no other officer available as sector commander.’ That there was no senior military officer of adequate rank and experience for this role in the garrison is hard to believe.

The Neustadt Defence Sector was overlooked by Height 63, which provided the besiegers with observation over the town. With their backs to the Warthe and Oder, a full two-thirds of the garrison awaited the enemy attack here in positions that ran from the Cellulose Factory, through divided Alt Drewitz, then around a bulge to the north, east via the Küstrin Forestry Office and across the Zorndorfer Chaussee, then in an up and down curve to the south-south-west (about 500 metres east of the water works) to the Jungfern Canal at Warnick.

The remaining parts of the town formed the Altstadt Defence Sector. This included the Altstadt with the Island, Kietz and Kuhbrücken, and for a while also Neu Bleyen and the dyke-enclosed area to Alt Bleyen. The Kietz and Bleyen areas were apportioned between the fortress and the ‘pipeline’ defenders according to the situation. The sector commander was 55-year-old Major Otto Wegner, in civilian life the manager of the city administration office of Schneidemühl, whose military experience had been in the infantry. He had been awarded the Iron Cross 1st and 2nd Class in the First World War, and the bar to both Iron Crosses in the Second World War during the Polish campaign. In the Russian campaign he had commanded the 1st Battalion, Infantry Regiment 96, of the 32nd Infantry Division, for which he was awarded the German Cross in Gold. At the beginning of 1945 he was given command of Replacement Battalion 4 in Kolberg and, upon release of the code-word ‘Gneisenau’, went with it to the Filehne area on the Netze River 10 kilometres east of Kreuz, where his battalion became part of the ‘Woldenberg’ Division and took part in the subsequent retreat to Küstrin.[14]

The spring floods, preceded by the thaw, turned the little Altstadt into an island. In the east the flooded area, several kilometres wide from the Warthe to the Oder, was only broken by the dykes carrying the two railway lines and the two chaussees. Field emplacements on these narrow causeways secured the approaches. Where the chaussee from Göritz joined the Oder dyke some 2 kilometres from the citadel lay the Bienenhof outpost, which became the focus of constant skirmishing. It was defended mainly by members of Probation Battalion 500, whom Reinefarth described as ‘Küstrin’s best troops’. The Bienenhof was often cited in his morning and daily reports. From here, opposite the Dammeisterei (dyke master’s house), the defensive positions ran parallel to and not far from the Oder dyke about 1,200 metres north, crossed the Göritz railway embankment to Kietzerbusch Railway Halt, then went further north curving east to where the road and railway bridges crossed the Warthe.

The Altstadt offered good defensive possibilities provided that the defenders could counter enemy artillery and air attacks with the equivalent weapons and intensity of fire, which was not the case. Further disadvantages for the Germans derived from the crammed nature of the Altstadt and the inflammable nature of many of the old buildings due to their high wood content, as well as the fragility of the century-old casemates that were not capable of withstanding heavy calibre bombs and shells. Keeping the Altstadt, Bienenhof and Kietz in German hands depended upon holding the Island and the two ancient lunettes in the Pappelhorst thickets.[15] The small suburb of Kietz on the west bank of the Vorflut Canal protected Küstrin’s precarious supply route to the link with Gorgast at this point. Hard fighting could be expected here, as the besiegers would try to take the road and railway bridges over the Vorflut Canal to separate the fortress from its line of supply. The German positions in Kietz extended from the railway embankment (here connected to the 2nd Battalion, 119 Panzergrenadier Regiment, 25th Panzergrenadier Division) to the western end of Kietz as far as the Dammeisterei at the entrance to the Vorflut Canal.

Throughout the fortress great efforts were made to improve the defensive positions and provide protection from enemy fire and bombs. This involved not only soldiers but also people who had seldom if ever been concerned with the principle ‘fight and dig’, especially the Volkssturm, civilians, forced foreign labourers from the factories and prisoners of war. The clearing of fields of fire and the reduction of fire risks in the town’s narrow streets was conducted by the sappers.[16]

Suddenly permission to evacuate the civilian population was received. Gauleiter Emil Stürtz telephoned it through on the morning of 4 February, stressing the need for action, but the public heard nothing of this telephone call, not even a rumour. It seems that Reinefarth must have suppressed any mention of such an evacuation because of the sheer difficulty of implementing it at this stage. The evacuees would have had to run the gauntlet of the pipeline under the noses of the Soviets to reach the comparative safety of the German front line. Next day a Soviet thrust reached the line Gorgast–Bleyen, thus cutting off Küstrin from the last route over the fields.[17]

Although isolated from the hinterland, Küstrin was not entirely cut off. The Soviet forces from the bridgeheads south and north of Küstrin had acted one after another, but lacked the strength to effect a proper union between Bleyen and Gorgast. Consequently both sides tried to hold on to the positions they held or had reached. The besieged garrison was unable to gain a way out, although the 9th Army was banking on the 21st Panzer Division now arriving from the west to improve the situation in its favour. The Soviet 5th Shock and 8th Guards Armies had orders to dig in on the Oder while most of the rest of the 1st Byelorussian Front was engaged in Pomerania. Consequently the disputed flat terrain of the Oderbruch was ruled by machine guns, anti-tank guns and mortars during the day, both German and Soviet, while at night patrols of reconnaissance and storm troops from both sides tried to prevent their opponents from infiltrating and establishing themselves further forward.

In any case it was obvious that there would be no major attack on the fortress in the immediate future, and Reinefarth could breathe again. The strongest Soviet blows had so far been directed on the town with only some minor subsidiary actions. The German deployment remained substantially unchanged. The troops were a colourful collection, including even the remains of some Turkomen and North Caucasian battalions, and had at best a combatant strength of 8,196 men (not identical to the almost double ration strength), an acceptable potential force. The increased firepower of the flak batteries, now consisting of twenty-four heavy 105mm guns and the same number of medium 20mm and 37mm guns, was the most valuable asset, but in inadequate positions. These batteries formed the backbone of the defence sometimes even in the foremost locations, their crews mainly consisting of the youngest RAD boys and Luftwaffe auxiliaries with no front-line experience.

On the morning of 6 February the commandant unexpectedly issued orders for that part of the Altstadt around the Schloss bordered by the market and Berliner Strasse to be evacuated by noon. The only exceptions were in such establishments as the post office and shops in order to prevent looting. The police were made responsible for informing the inhabitants and meeting the evacuation deadline, the NSV for accommodating those evacuated. No official reason was given for this action, leaving it a matter of speculation. One possible explanation was that Reinefarth’s staff believed the smoking chimneys acted as aiming points for the Soviet artillery observers, so the area around the command post had to be evacuated and declared a smoke-free zone.

The townsfolks’ reaction to this order ranged from anxious questions about where they could go and how they would find somewhere to live, to angry remarks about the conduct of the war. The police who had to go from door to door were not in an enviable position. They were mainly elderly men, including some with friends and relations among those being evacuated, so none of these adverse comments was reported.

Many evacuees appeared outside the town hall without their baggage wanting to know where their future accommodation was to be; they wanted to see it before deciding what to take with them. In any case they had to take all items of value, for they were instructed to leave the doors of their vacated premises open. Everyone knew what that meant: by the next day there would not be a single drawer that had not been rummaged through.

The allocation to new quarters took hours. The NSV had only two of its normal staff of three, assisted by young messengers. The whole of the remaining Party apparatus, although concentrated in the town hall, remained out of sight, leaving the people to their fate. The lists of available accommodation that had been carefully compiled over the previous days were already out of date in many cases, for the homeless from the burnt-out part of the Neustadt had taken them over, or attic dwellers had moved into less dangerous lower storeys, and many of the beds had been removed from the premises the day before. It was evening before the last people had moved into their new accommodation. Many of the old people had brought with them only the most urgent items, as much as they could carry or pull behind them on a handcart. Nobody had offered to help them. They intended returning to their homes the next day to collect more stuff, but they would only too often find empty shelves.[18]

Reinefarth reported for 6 February: ‘Small enemy breaches on northern side of Neustadt. Fighting in progress to clear them. Several enemy attacks in the Kietz area repelled.’ The Neustadt once more became the target of an early morning barrage on 7 February from Stalin-Organs. The buildings along Zorndorfer Strasse and some individual houses on the roads leading to the town centre and on the Landsberger Strasse and Schützenstrasse turn-offs to the railway station were in flames. The fire brigade had to defend its own premises when its Neustadt station became flanked by burning buildings, but escaped unscathed.

Tumbled walls, torn-up tramlines and burning stock in the shops made Zorndorfer Strasse impassable as far as the Stern. Shards of glass from shattered shop fronts, broken mirrors, torn bedding and bent chairs lying in the roadway recalled the November night six-and-a-quarter years before when brown-shirted mobs had demolished Jewish premises, thrown the furniture of Jewish citizens into the streets and set light to the synagogue near the railway station. Such recollections were naturally not to be found in the War Diary that the Party officials had ordered to be kept. An elderly civil servant was acting as the chronicler, his task being to record daily the latest information from the Party offices, police and fire brigade.

Totally unexpected was the arrival in Küstrin of about a dozen women, children and elderly people from a village on the east bank of the Oder. They arrived with a few household goods on two horse-drawn wagons. Overtaken by the front, they had been living ‘on the other side’ for a week. The women had been allowed to cross the Soviet lines to buy food when their supplies ran out, but had been stopped by German sentries who had orders to prevent anyone entering the town. The Soviet commander responsible for the area had ordered them to leave, giving them the choice of heading for the hinterland or going into the beleaguered town.[19]

From 7 to 10 February the 21st Panzer Division, newly allotted to this sector, encountered bitter resistance in its attacks northwards out of Gorgast to Küstrin, but it broke through the Soviet encirclement and opened a narrow passage, and the first supplies were driven through to the fortress that night. This ‘corridor’, as the opening was called, began in the south near Gorgast and ended in the north in the Genschmar area, its width varying from 3 to 5 kilometres; it was about 6 kilometres long, running from Gorgast, via the Bleyen manor farm (Gut Bleyen) to the Vorflut Canal railway bridge. It was only usable at night and heavy loads could be carried only by tracked vehicles.[20]

Erich Zeschke described his experiences as a ‘pipeline’ truck driver:

In 1945 I belonged to 6 Company, Transport Battalion 532. In February and March, until the final surrounding of Küstrin, we were stationed in Mühlenstrasse, Seelow, while the battalion was in Müncheberg. We had about 20 tracked vehicles, two-and four-ton Opels, which the soldiers nicknamed ‘Mules’. Our task was conveying supply deliveries from Seelow to Küstrin and bringing back people and materials. We only drove at night in complete darkness.

We collected ammunition and mail from the station in Seelow. Then we followed Reichsstrasse 1 to the crossroads from Alt Tucheband and Golzow, where we turned left and crossed the Berlin–Küstrin railway line, leaving Golzow station to our right. From Golzow we turned right and followed the Oderbruch Chaussee to Gorgast. Here we crossed the Alte Oder and entered the ‘corridor’–a narrow land connection to the beleaguered fortress of Küstrin. The length of our route from Gorgast to the railway bridge over the Vorflut Canal in Kietz was about 6 kilometres. At first the route was along a road and led south-eastwards of the Alt Bleyen manor farm over the fields. From Kuhbrücken we then drove south along the dyke road, passed the track junction and then on to the railway bridge over the Vorflut Canal.

In order to avoid Soviet artillery fire, we drove as follows: Stop before the bridge. Each truck crossed the bridge individually. The interval between vehicles varied from half to two minutes and even longer pauses under heavy fire. Then we were on the Island and often across the Oder to the Altstadt. Mainly we went to two places, the Artillery Barracks and another complex in which equipment was stored. The ammunition was unloaded at a park-like place. Often I had mail to hand over to the fortress commandant’s staff.

On the return journey we took wounded, six to eight men per truck, and ten to twelve light wounded. When there was still room, we took items of equipment and raw materials, such as leather. We unloaded again in Seelow. Except for a few wounded, we had no casualties to complain about.

Our last trip took place on the night of 21/22 March, after which a Soviet offensive shut off the fortress again, this time for good.[21]

The news-sheet of 8 February reported: ‘The army commander-in-chief has expressed his appreciation to the brave garrison of Küstrin for its fierce resistance until now and its considerable success.’ The local situation report noted ‘lively reconnaissance and assault troop activity’ and gave enemy losses as 113 killed. As usual, nothing was said about the extent of German casualties. The dressing stations were still adequate, but the number of casualties they held had increased with every action since the interruption of transportation to the hinterland. The large garrison hospital in the town woods offered excellent facilities as a main dressing station, but this extensive complex had been on the front line since the very beginning, so additional dressing stations had been improvised in two of the Altstadt schools, their old walls giving ample protection against the now dominant mortars. Since the rocket salvoes had started landing on the Neustadt, the wounded had been shaking with every explosion. Some were even lying in the gymnasium of the Boys’ Senior School in Friedrichstrasse. This single-storey functional building of recent construction only had a light, flat roof and thin brick walls with wide expanses of window. Nobody went there voluntarily.

When the artillery was relatively quiet, the street traffic livened up. Cars, apart from those bearing the Red Cross, were rarely seen for lack of fuel but horse-drawn carts and tractors were common. Those who begged could, with the right words or cigarettes, according to the mood of the driver, reach their destination more quickly. Because of the extensive flooding resulting from the thaw, there were no other means of conveying people to and from the more distant parts of the town. The trams had given up even before the fighting started and the depot with all its trams in the Neumarkt had since been destroyed by the first salvoes, and there had never been a town bus service except to Drewitz and, for a while, to Kietz.

Even the most fragile wagons were in use transferring civilian and military stocks from the Neustadt into the presumably safer Altstadt. Volkssturm men not deployed in the front line for lack of weapons or on health grounds were ordered to clear the Army Supply Depot, which had been prepared for demolition with explosives. They were in no great hurry, for there were always more difficult and dangerous jobs for them to be allocated to. But neither the willingness of the labour force nor the capacity of the transport was the decisive factor here, for it was the capacity of the almost 200-year-old military barn in the Altstadt that set the limits.

Next Hitler Youth teams quartered in the Hitler Youth office building on the Marktplatz began moving the stocks of abandoned private wholesale and retail businesses into the Altstadt, this being momentarily the main task for those not yet called up for the Volkssturm or military service. The boys often had difficulty convincing their parents of the quality of the household articles, textiles and foodstuffs they were moving from the partly ruined Neustadt, for everything was still strictly rationed in the few shops still open.[22]

Then came a restless night, the most disturbed night since the refugee trains and treks had passed through in January, as windows shook to extensive booms that arose in irregular waves, only to diminish and then resume at full strength. The cannonade was far enough away that one could not distinguish between the firing and the explosions, but too near to enable one to sleep peacefully. The flashes of gunfire and exploding shells were like sheet lightning in the sky. For days there had been talk of heavy Bavarian artillery regiments unloading at Müncheberg. These were only harmless rumours like others that arose daily and often developed into dramatic legends before being quietly forgotten again.

The thunder of the artillery kept soldiers and civilians fully clothed until morning in expectation of having to take shelter in bunkers and cellars. (So far the use of shelters for permanent residence had not been necessary.) After eight days of only candles or paraffin lamps for illumination, it was now possible to enjoy the luxury of electric light. The power plant of the Potato Meal Factory in the Neustadt, which with its 1,000 or so employees was the biggest business in the town, had become the town’s power station after all the cables to the outside world had been cut. An announcement in the news-sheet warned everyone to be exceedingly economical in order to avoid overloading the system. Heating appliances and suchlike were not to be used.

The artillery battle died down but in the early morning all parts of the fortress came under harassing fire, the main concentration being on the Altstadt, and Küstrin suffered its first civilian casualties. A man and a woman in a side street near the town hall fell to shrapnel splinters while taking advantage of a pause in the firing to attend to their needs. The roneoed news-sheet that afternoon described the night’s exchange of fire. Contact had been made with the formations attacking from the west. This was the first official acknowledgement of the existing encirclement and almost complete isolation of the town. Its restrained formulation and its position at the end of the situation report showed that success was not taken as certain. In fact the 21st Panzer Division had pushed through to the town on the general line of the railway and opened a roughly 2-kilometre-wide aisle in the Soviet encirclement. However, both the railway and the road remained impassable.[23] The fortress situation report for 9 February read:

Several company-strength attacks north-eastwards of Alt Drewitz repelled. Strong enemy artillery and rocket fire midday on the Altstadt. Lively enemy barrage from heavy weapons on the other sectors. An enemy battery taking up position south of the Bienenhof engaged to good effect.

A new threat appeared on 10 February when Soviet aircraft appeared for the first time, presumably on reconnaissance. The weather was perfect for them, being sunny and cloudless. They circled at gradually lower heights until the flak thickened. There was no sign of any German aircraft, for there was sufficient fuel only for the ground-attack aircraft to engage the Soviet crossing points from the Neu Hardenberg airfield and elsewhere. Once again Fürstenwalde was the base for the almost legendary tank-busting exploits of ace pilot Hans-Ulrich Rudel. In fact he had been shot down the day before by flak over Lebus and severely wounded, but was able to make an emergency landing near Seelow with the help of his air gunner.

In the south Infantry Battalion 500 became heavily engaged on both sides of the Oder. Only a week earlier it had had difficulty holding off an attack by seven tanks supported by two companies of infantry. The little hamlet of Bienenhof on the east bank blocked the approaches to the Altstadt from the south, preventing direct fire from along the river banks, and also covered the flank of the positions in Kietz on the other bank of the Oder, giving good tactical reasons for either side to hold or take it. This time the Soviet tank-supported infantry assault was increased to battalion size and the group of buildings was lost, but the Soviet troops were unable to consolidate their success. Behind the hamlet the passable strip of land narrowed down to the Oder dyke, where the defenders regrouped. One of the attacking tanks turned back on the roadway running along the top of the dyke right in front of the flak, apparently afraid of mines, and exploded. Reinforcements from the town enabled the lost ground to be regained after some costly close-quarter fighting.

The noise of this fighting was muffled in the Altstadt by unusually heavy firing. Hardly anyone dared go out into the streets before midday. In the quarters occupied by the Party officials from Landsberg the birthday of the well-rounded NSV district leader, a former butcher, was celebrated unconcernedly, and there was no lack of drink or food for the table. They had not occupied all the important positions in the supply organisation for nothing, and were getting twice the rations of the people they were responsible for. The celebrations also offered an opportunity to mark the fortunate turn of events that Major-General Kegler had been made the scapegoat for their precipitate breakout from Landsberg.[24]

The 21st Panzer Division, now urgently needed elsewhere, was withdrawn from the ‘pipeline’ to Küstrin and replaced by Major-General Arnold Burmeister’s 25th Panzergrenadier Division, which took over the sector from Neu Manschnow to Genschmar with the task of keeping open access to the fortress, the handover taking place in pouring rain.[25]

Sunday, 11 February was comparatively quiet, the peace disturbed only by the flak opening up from time to time when Soviet aircraft ventured too low. In the news-sheet that appeared in various places in the afternoon there was no mention of the local military situation.

One week after the Soviet advance had interrupted regular rail and road connections with the hinterland there was no chance of these being reopened. The encirclement had quickly solidified, withstanding counterattacks at all the decisive points. The town was now utterly dependent on the track between Bleyen and Gorgast. Heavy half-track vehicles, including the towing tractors for the 88mm guns of Army Flak Battalion 292, were being assembled in Seelow. The drivers were on stand-by in the Drei Kronen pub, waiting to bring the most important loads through the ‘corridor’. Tests had shown that the convoys could make the return trip twice a night, but in daylight they were forbidden to go anywhere near the Soviet lines. The approximately 25-kilometre route began along Reichsstrasse 1, turning off as for Golzow, past Golzow railway station and then along the road to Gorgast. The most difficult part of the journey was the 4-kilometre track to Bleyen, where the road on the Oder dyke connected with the road into the town.

The most urgent requirement at the moment was ammunition, particularly for the heavy weapons. The flak batteries that had been thrown in with the utmost haste were not equipped for sustained action, and their ammunition stocks had rapidly diminished. Reinefarth must have been concerned about the fighting capability of the fortress’s main armament. The foreseeable end to this scarcity gave him confidence once more. The access route was narrow, but relieved anxiety over the growing number of desertions and the need for an extensive control system. The system of military sentries on the ‘corridor’ was so dense that no one could get through without permission. No soldier, even when the planned traffic started working, could pass as wounded unless he had a special evacuation label.[26]

Concerned that the ‘corridor’ might prove to be a trap, Reinefarth had a provisional aircraft landing strip prepared. His choice was the straight and open strip of roadway running across the foot of the Hohen Kavalier from the Altstadt to the Warthe road bridge. Engineers removed the rest of the snow, the street lamps and the posts carrying the power for the trams, levelled fences and the young red-thorn trees lining the street where just four and a half years previously the garrison had held a victory parade celebrating the success of the Blitz wars over Poland and France. The cobbles were smoothed over with gravel but one did not need to be an expert to see that the barely 300-metre-long strip was inadequate for all but a Fieseler Storch, which could only take one passenger, and who would that be?

At the same time Reinefarth required the soldiers and inhabitants to pay particular attention to the words of Hitler’s speech of 30 January, in which the Führer had called on everyone to ‘exert themselves to the utmost to prevent unnecessary loss and damage’. Reinefarth gave orders that this phrase was to be used in the introduction to the first edition of the Feste Küstrin garrison newspaper that day, and finished with the charge: ‘We hold to our country and thus grant our leadership the freedom to deliver the final blow.’

The Feste Küstrin appeared for the first time on 12 February. It was printed in the old Oderblatt printing premises on Plantagenstrasse in the Neustadt, and the last issue was number 23 of 7 March, the day the Neustadt fell. The first edition contained the following appeal:

Soldiers and Inhabitants of Küstrin Fortress!

In the defence of our Fatherland fate has decreed a hard task for the old fortress of Küstrin. So far we have succeeded and have already received recognition. We will also succeed in the future and keep the door to Berlin closed to the Soviets. It is only necessary for everyone to give their utmost and harden themselves against unavoidable losses and damage.

To improve information to the troops and the civilian population about military events and all necessary measures, the emergency newspaper Feste Küstrin will be produced jointly by the commandant and the NSDAP county office. It will soon be extended if possible. Its regular appearance will, however, depend upon the electricity supply.

Help and support each other! We are guarding the home country and allowing our leadership the freedom to determine counterblows. The Soviets will be driven away from Küstrin again soon.

Hail the Führer!

Reinefarth

Gruppenführer and Lieutenant-General of the Waffen-SS

Commandant of Küstrin Fortress

Men and Women, German Boys and Girls of Fortress Küstrin!

In the happy years of peace and the build-up [of Nazi Germany] we have often been able to do beneficial work for our town in conjunction with the Wehrmacht. Today Küstrin has become a front-line town. We have to live through difficult times that have brought much sorrow to our families. However, the Wehrmacht, Party and civil administration must today overcome this serious situation together. It is important that every one of us does their duty to the utmost. Under the thunder of the Soviet cannon at the town boundaries, our spirits are stretched to meet this difficult test. Let us always belong to the strong and true. The men and women of the Party and the administration will do everything possible to lighten the lot of the civilian population. That is why we are here and will remain until the brave soldiers of our Wehrmacht drive the Soviets away.

As so often in Prussian-German history, the old fortresses stand as outposts to the east. Let us show ourselves worthy of our predecessors.

War brings painful scars to this town and individual families, but even if our walls should break, our hearts will remain strong.

Körner

Kreisleiter und Bürgermeister

Gauamtsleiter Westphal added his own contribution to this first edition with: ‘It is difficult from the local District point of view to form an opinion whether a sort of evacuation is desirable, expedient, absolutely necessary or even possible. The evacuation of the town has not been ordered and consequently cannot be executed. An “unpredictable military development” just as permission had been given “made its execution impossible”.’ Interestingly, this was the first public acknowledgement of receipt of the evacuation order.

There was also an appeal in the fortress newspaper for the registration of people living in the Neustadt, by which each household on production of the blue household pass would report the number of family members. Cardboard to replace shattered windows could be obtained from either the town hall or the town savings bank. Finally the newspaper announced, without providing any reason, that going out at night was immediately forbidden for civilians between 2000 and 0600 hours, and for foreign workers between 1800 and 0600 hours. Exceptions required the permission of the local police authority for a special curfew pass.

More important to the Küstrin garrison’s future was the Army Order issued this day ordering that the fortress ‘conduct the fighting so that contact is maintained with the Oder and that the construction of [Soviet] crossings over the river can be hindered by combat teams to the last’. This was just another formulation of ‘fighting to the last man’.[27]

The local situation report for 12 February read:

Infantry combat took place west of Kietz during the last 24 hours, when a lost group of buildings was regained in a counterattack, as well as both sides of the road to Zorndorf. Increased enemy artillery activity against the Altstadt. Enemy guns were engaged by our own flak and infantry guns. Air activity weak.

Luftwaffe Officer Cadet Sergeant Helmut Schmidt resumed his account of events in mid-February:

We were back in our old position on the railway embankment, where we manned the machine-gun position and lived in the railway hut. The gramophone played practically all day long. Whenever I had a chance I buried myself in a book.

We checked the ground in front of us every day without getting close to the Cellulose Factory. To go in did not seem advisable to us. We knew the ambush that awaited us there and were aware of the covered approach from the north. There was an underground channel that had little water in it at the time and served as a loophole for the Russians.

The weather was fine and the temperature rising.

For two or three days after our attack on the factory the Russians left us in peace. Afterwards they made themselves noticeable once more and fired at our machine-gun position at the bridge. These were only single shots, needle-pricks, in order to disturb us. They wanted to lure us on to the factory premises again, but we were not strong enough for a second attack.

More days went by. It was obvious to us that the Russians were occupying the factory. They had settled down there and presumably received reinforcements through the underground channel. Occasionally the Russians fired harassing fire on the town with mortars.

One day I was sitting with a comrade from my section on the south side of the railway embankment not far from the bridge. The air was unusually mild that evening. My comrade, Heinz Tiedemann, was a few years older than myself, married, and came from Swinemünde. We were looking towards the town, watching the rising Very lights and drinking a bottle of vermouth of the cheapest kind. Heinz was talking about his home, his wife and how much he missed her. I listened. Whenever there was a longish break we could hear the Warthe gurgling. Somewhere or other a Russian machine gun was tacking and a grenade exploded. We sat there a long time with our thoughts. It was good for Tiedemann to have found someone who would listen to him. We did not know that this would be our last evening on the Warthe.

The next day began as usual. We mounted sentries and watched the Russians. In the corrugated-iron hut our tenor sang ‘Schön ist der Welt’ again and again. Who could still believe him? Whenever the spring ran down someone would rewind it. Someone cranked the handle as a metallic crack sounded. The needle was broken. Richard Tauber had sung his last song. A bad omen? Perhaps. Barely an hour later came the order to clear the position. A strange infantry company was relieving us. We set off in the late afternoon with sour faces.

We trotted back to the underpass, where our vehicles were waiting for us. News and words were exchanged. For the first time we heard that Küstrin was completely surrounded. We had already suspected it but had hoped that the Stuka attack would have broken the encirclement.

We left the Küstrin Neustadt by the road bridge. To the damage caused to the buildings by the Russian tanks more had been added by artillery and mortar fire. We crossed the Oder Bridge, drove through the Altstadt and crossed the Oder–Vorflut Canal to reach the south-western suburb of Kietz. We slept while the company commander made a reconnaissance of the new position.

There was an alert before dawn. We went westwards in files. It was very foggy and the damp air made our clothing wet. We stumbled over railway tracks where they crossed the road. The last buildings were passed and we reached open countryside. Our file followed the northern roadside ditch of Reichsstrasse 1. The enemy must be somewhere to the south. Individual shots pinged in our direction and we could hear the slow tacking of Russian machine guns. The road surface offered breast-high protection against shots flying over. Again and again our legs got tangled in the coils of thick wire that had fallen from the telegraph poles alongside the road and lay curled up in the ditch.

About a kilometre west of the level crossing we turned right towards the south. Our guide followed a track. After about 150 to 200 metres the dark shadow of a building appeared. We had reached our destination, the Weinbergshof Farm. The farmyard itself was parallel to the track and alongside a hedge, and we passed by a brick house as the chimes of a Westminster clock struck the hour. Then we passed a duck pond surrounded by old trees and came to a stately building, the manor house. The occupants had fled and the house was empty. Lieutenant Kühnel moved into the cellars with his small staff.

The morning lightened hesitantly. It seemed that the fog would thicken even more. Lieutenant Kühnel ordered me to occupy a position facing south [actually south-east] with my section. We moved off alongside a brick-built barn. Facing the fields, running from east to west, was a breast-high earthen hedge in which we would dig our foxholes. The sandy earth was frozen rock hard. We picked and hacked with our spades. After a quarter of an hour of sweating work we discovered that the fine earthen wall was the covering of a pile of turnips. We could not expect much protection from that.

We had relieved an army unit, whose troops were happy to leave at last. The Russians had given them a hard time. They forecast some uncomfortable days ahead for us.

Our view to the south sank into mist and fog only 200 metres away. The terrain was completely flat without a tree or a house to be seen, and appeared to be devoid of people. We knew, however, that the appearance was false. Therefore, as we dug in, we had several men keeping watch. But nothing unusual happened.

With our morning rations came some bottles of Sekt of a good make. Unfortunately these precious drops were ‘served’ while we were sweating and were hastily consumed to quell our thirst.

Ivan was keeping quiet. We were able to move about freely between the turnip pit and the farmyard. Only occasional shots came out of the milky greyness. A bit to our left we could sometimes see the shadows of two guns, 105mm flak cannon, that for some unaccountable reason had not been brought in to safety.

We did not only use the day for digging in, we found our way around the farmyard, which did not look so grand by daylight. Its dirty grey façade was unpleasant. The house with the Westminster clock was the farm manager’s. It had been damaged. Apparently a shell had ripped off the south-west corner and one could see inside. The clock had not been damaged and could still be heard. Between the manager’s house and the manor itself our predecessors had dug a hip-deep trench, most of which was not flooded by groundwater.

The first day and the following night at the farm passed quietly. The Russians did not show themselves, but we mistrusted this quietness and kept silent ourselves. We crouched in our primitive foxholes and kept our ears alert, but there was nothing to see or hear.

The second day dawned slowly. The fog of the previous day had thinned, but a milky ground mist remained. When the daylight eventually allowed a view of several hundred metres, we were surprised to see that the Russians had made good use of the darkness. About 200–300 metres to the south of the turnip pit was an infantry trench, the light-coloured dug-out earth betraying the line of the trench. The Russians had had the same problem in digging as we had, the high groundwater allowing only a hip-deep trench. Presumably the enemy could move around crouched down without being seen by us.

The enemy position was in a straight line from west to east. It appeared to be only a trench beginning east of the Weinbergshof running at an even distance from our position and ending abruptly a little west of the farm. This was a sudden alteration to our position. The trench was occupied and we could no longer move around freely between the pile of turnips and the farmyard. It was wise to keep under cover. The Russians would fire at every individual. It gradually became more uncomfortable.

We dozed all day in our foxholes so that we would be fit for the night. But our legs quickly became stiff. It was still not spring temperatures. Although we kept an eye on the enemy, we were unable to see any Russians. Once again they had camouflaged their observation posts in a masterly way. In our opinion they must have used quite a lot of men for the construction of their position, and they too must have had to get through the hard crust of frost.

With nightfall we were able to leave our foxholes. At about 2200 hours we received hot food, or rather lukewarm food. With it were cold rations, a few cigarettes and a cigar. Bombardier Horn swapped my cigar for several cigarettes.

The next night was as disturbed as the last. There was some firing to the left of us at about midnight. Some comrades were investigating whether the 105mm guns should be removed or blown up when they surprised some Russian scouts. This skirmish was repeated on the following night. The Russians thus prevented us from either removing or demolishing the guns. Daylight the next day revealed that the Russians had extended their trench to the west. It annoyed us that we could not stop their trench digging, or even interrupt it. Our company was too weak and had not received any reinforcements so far. Apart from this, we lacked a mortar. We did not even have enough ammunition for our machine guns. Especially important would have been a Very pistol, but that was also lacking. We had become a poor lot.

After our third night in the Weinbergshof it appeared that Ivan had extended his trench even further to encompass both sides of the farm. During the night the Russians had dug their trench about level with the manager’s house. The Russians could now watch us, and fire at us from two sides. Our situation was critical and we felt as if we had a noose around our throats.

The weather improved in as much as the sun showed itself timidly. Then we discovered a digging Ivan some 120 to 150 metres from our turnip pile. That is, we did not actually see him, for he was in a hole, but every few seconds the black blade of a spade appeared and earth flew from it. He was digging himself a listening post at least 100 metres in front of the Russian trench.

We watched this Russian mole for a while and fired with our carbines at his spade, but without evoking any reaction. Then we tried with a rifle grenade, but it exploded uselessly on the open ground. Finally the Russian gave up digging. Had we achieved our aim at last? No. He put up a short stovepipe from his hole from which soon after smoke appeared. Such a cheeky rascal! He wanted to show us and tease us. A man from our section went back to the armoury in the manor and fetched a 150-metre range Panzerfaust and fired at the smoking pipe. There was a loud explosion and the stove was out.

Once the Russians had completed their trenches, they started harassing us. Especially at night, we were fired on from the front and from the side. Our primitive foxholes between the turnips offered us little protection and Lieutenant Kühnel ordered the position to be evacuated. We were not sorry. Our new task was the defence of the farm from the west. We were to occupy and improve our predecessors’ trenches.

The allocated sector began in the south at the farm buildings. A closed gate formed the main entrance from the track and a metalled path led to the manor. From the gate a hedge ran northwards on the right of the track to beyond the manager’s house. The trench ran along the east side of the hedge. We occupied the trench to a bit beyond the house. Not much improvement was needed for this trench. One hit groundwater just a few centimetres below the bottom of the trench. The thaw and the rising water level of the Oder were raising the water table. We had no option but to dig small shelter holes against the hedge. Everyone dug out his hole to his own specifications.

Night-times were hellish. Every few minutes the Russians would fire machine-gun bursts at the farm. Rarely did we get so much as half an hour’s peace. The explosive bullets were devilish. They pattered against the asters in the hedge, and we regarded the ensuing splinters as harmless sparks. To protect ourselves from them we turned our holes into little caves. The nights were still cold and the dampness of the earth penetrated our camouflaged uniforms.

Every night was a long one for us. Every quarter or half hour I went along the trench from man to man warning them to be alert. During the hours after midnight we all had to fight against falling asleep. The night was dark and one could only see a few paces. It was important to react to noises. Company headquarters had told us that we would be relieved next evening. It was certainly time!

Early in the morning the sound of heavy fighting came from a north-westerly direction. We looked over the edge of the trench. A German attack! We cheered. At last German troops were trying to break out of the encirclement.

At first the Russians were quiet. I saw a German 20mm self-propelled gun break through a bush and tracer flew southwards. I heard bellowing shots and saw German soldiers charging. German machine guns fired burst after burst. The fight was taking place about one and a half kilometres away. The SPG went along east of the Alte Oder to south of Reichsstrasse 1.

We were unable to trace the events exactly. Unfortunately we soon realised that the sounds of combat were dying down. The attack seemed to have been checked. We had cheered too soon. Our disappointment was great. We could not have supported the German attack ourselves for lack of strength, manpower and weapons.[28]

There was more skirmishing activity than usual on 13 February, a rainy day. The Soviet harassing fire increased and the fortress artillery also became more active now that the first convoys from Seelow had replenished their ammunition stocks. The bombardment routine, which was still mainly mortar fire, set the course of the day for the population. Particularly critical in this respect were the hours from 0800 to 1000, 1200 to 1400 and 1500 to 1700. At other times shopping and other business could be dealt with at relatively little risk.

The Feste Küstrin described the population enduring this restricted kind of life as showing ‘a determined hardness’. However, this assertion was undermined by the increasing number of impatient questions being asked about the possibility of leaving the town. Some emergency measures were introduced to try to curb this growing unrest. Letterboxes in every part of town were regularly emptied, or so it was said, indicating normal postal services were still operating, and an administrative office was opened in the Neustadt to save people having to use the dangerous route over the Warthe bridges, while a deserted building was taken over to replace the closed hospital.

One outcome of the shelling that day was a chance hit on one of the two demolition chambers on the Warthe road bridge, as Sapper Karl-Heinz Peters described:

About halfway through February a shell hit the demolition chamber on the Warthe road bridge, causing part of the bridge to collapse. Afterwards a provisional wooden bridge enabled the passage of pedestrians and light vehicles.

Shortly before the Warthe road bridge collapsed, we had hauled some planks across from the sawmill in the Neustadt with a one-horse cart. But an enemy fighter, an Ilyushin 2, spotted us there and chased us like hares among the stacks of wood, firing its heavy machine guns at us. As he was unsuccessful, he broke off the chase. We used the planks to prop up our position, which kept collapsing in the sandy soil. During this work a shell burst near me and buried me for a short while. However, my comrades quickly pulled me out again. Our losses meanwhile were so high that the number of soldiers was halved within a week by death or wounding.

During the first weeks we could still wash regularly. There was a point at the Warthe–Vorflut Canal railway bridge that was hidden from enemy view, where we could enter the water. Later we had the opportunity to have a proper bath. It was curious. One section was detailed for the preparation. They had to carry water in buckets and fill a boiler on the second floor of a half-destroyed house. The boiler was heated with wood and coal. Eventually each of us in our sector enjoyed a hot bath. It was a strange feeling sitting in a bathtub under artillery fire. I can recall not wanting to get out and thinking a direct hit would put an end to this misery. After the bath we were given fresh socks and underclothes.

Sometimes we had to parade briefly for a head count. These were clearly measures to raise our morale, for we were somewhat depressed.

From our positions on the Warthe bridges we could see how the Neustadt was being systematically destroyed by artillery fire. There were fires everywhere. The biggest blaze came when the railway sleeper depot caught fire, giving the dying town a ghostly light.

We had become used to dead comrades, but it was different when women or children were hit. I had to experience a shell splinter hitting a baby in its mother’s arms. I was also strongly moved when a soldier was hanged from an A-mast for plundering. His girlfriend was shot in front of the Catholic church.

Our provisions were becoming more meagre. There was hardly any warm food any more and a loaf had now to be shared between eight of us. The last meat I remember was strips of raw, albeit briefly smoked horsemeat. (When long after the war I read in reports about the siege of Küstrin that the rations were sufficient and assured, I could not understand it.) That is why we sometimes searched the cellars of abandoned houses for food; but always in great fear of being punished for looting.

When American Red Cross parcels from an evacuated prisoner-of-war camp were removed from the Altstadt, I was able to steal one from a passing truck. It contained cigarettes, conserves and other foodstuffs. The most important item was a bar of Lux soap. It was snow white and smelled unbelievably good, and each of us had one wash with it at the Warthe Vorflut bridge. Only those who experienced German wartime soap can understand what this luxury meant to us.

At night we had to prepare the lower Warthe railway bridge for heavy vehicles, that is, for tanks. For this we had to extract the sleepers from the rails. I was so exhausted that I collapsed several times. Afterwards we were given a full day to sleep it off. Usually we had to be awake for four hours and then could have four hours’ rest. We immediately fell asleep once our guard duty was over. Often I fell asleep on duty, but was able to report half-asleep whenever a superior checked. A comrade who had been found asleep at his post several times was brought before a court martial. The experience was unpleasant. We were also soon split up and I had to go to help fill another section at the Warthe road bridge that had taken high casualties.

Meanwhile the Soviet Air Force ruled the skies. Their bombers came almost every day and strangely always along the river. They aimed poorly and had many duds–something that also occurred with their artillery. We frequently saw fighter-bombers and fighters overhead. The apparently slow-flying IL-2 fighter-bombers were immune to our infantry weapons with their armour.

At night the PO-2 ‘Sewing Machines’ would appear. Predominantly built of wood and stretched material, these slow, single-engined aircraft were powered by a 110hp engine that sounded like a sewing machine. They dropped parachute flares, switched off the engine and glided while dropping small bombs on us. While we were reinforcing the Warthe railway bridge with sleepers for tank traffic, which went on until the dawn, our sentries were able to shoot down one of these aircraft.[29]

The turmoil of the first days of fighting unsettled the outward routine that made life bearable and in which there were at least some traces of normality, such as acts of kindness. However, anxiety about basic survival remained. Apart from the two salvoes on the Neustadt there had still been no concentrated fire on other parts of the town, but the general increase and effectiveness of the besieging artillery was unmistakable. Even in the duty-bound optimism of the Party administration it was recognised that the bounds of ‘normalisation’ had been reached.[30]

The fortress news-sheet complained that ‘despite the statement included in the first issue’ there was still vagueness prevailing about the evacuation, and that rumours were giving rise to questions and requests. It declared: ‘If an orderly evacuation becomes increasingly necessary, all necessary measures will be taken to guarantee its execution and the re-housing. In this eventuality, Werbig has been prepared as a reception camp to which the transport will go. From there, there will be a prepared move to accommodation in Westprignitz.’

All the other pages were equally confident about the future. One example read: ‘He who makes his way from Berlin to Küstrin will traverse no kilometre in which he will not see the lifeblood pulsing eastwards from Berlin in a current of belief, trust and restless commitment. Along the whole stretch from Berlin to Küstrin many hands are active and our strength grows from hour to hour to be released at the desired moment, bringing forth the day of decision and liberation.’ Another read: ‘Küstrin fortress is an important feature in the current military game of chess over our East German homeland. Let us therefore take care we put our utmost effort at the disposal of the Führer, however and whenever he requires. We are convinced that the Führer is already in control and that in the foreseeable future the effect of his handling will be noticeable in our sector of the fighting.’

Events left little opportunity for these exhortations to take effect. Kietz had come under artillery fire during the night, then in the morning ground-attack aircraft in large numbers attacked positions in the Neustadt. At about midday the Altstadt and Kietz were shaken by bombardment by what was reckoned at about 1,000 rounds of all calibres. Bitter fighting erupted once more at the Bienenhof strong-point, involving two Soviet rifle battalions and eight tanks. Precisely as had occurred four days previously, the ruins of the hamlet changed hands twice before the old front line was restored at dusk.[31]


Operation ‘Sonnenwende’ (Summer Solstice) got under way on 15 February when ten German divisions attacked southwards from the area of Stargard. Their objectives were to break through the extended flank of the 1st Byelorussian Front in Pomerania, to cut it off and then destroy the Soviet forces on the Oder, pushing through to the Küstrin area. In the meantime the besieging batteries resumed their fire on Küstrin and engaged nearly all parts of the front line. The headquarters reported 5,860 hits. Several freestanding houses in Wallstrasse on the edge of the Altstadt, not 500 metres from the front, had to be evacuated. The cellars were flooded, as happened nearly every year in the thaw, and could not be occupied in the foreseeable future. The remaining inhabitants of Kietz were advised to move into the ‘less dangerous’ Altstadt from their village homes, which offered little protection, especially now that Soviet tanks had been used in the Reitwein bridgehead. However, the fortress staff forbade their acceptance into the Altstadt ‘on military grounds’, so they had little choice but to head for the Neustadt. Several families moved as suggested. They had heard about the destruction, but now everything was being talked about and exaggerated, both good and bad. Perhaps they really would be safer in these more densely built quarters. However, all illusions fled when they saw the heaps of rubble where once had been thriving streets, and almost all the families returned to Kietz, some slipping unnoticed into the Altstadt.


The fortress newspaper had new reasons for criticising the behaviour of the population, this time because there was some confusion among the men and women about their obligations for labour service. All childless women up to 55 years old were supposed to report for duty. Additionally, all girls from 14 to 21 years old in the Jugendpflicht (Youth Duty Service) were to report immediately to the Hitler Youth offices for employment in dressing stations, kitchens and tailor shops, or to do laundry for the Volkssturm and barracked Hitler Youth.

A group of women had already been mobilised a week earlier to sew enormous screens that the engineers spread like banners from the Altstadt entrance to the Neustadt end of the Warthe bridges. For part of this stretch the trees could be used as securing points, while wooden laths were used on the bridges. Shots and splinters left their mark and at first this damage was quickly repaired, but as time passed either the repair troop became tired of this task or had been given another one. The construction disintegrated, gradually giving the Soviet artillery observers on the Sonnenburger Chaussee a better view of the scanty bridge traffic.

The Feste Küstrin published the first Standing Court’s actions: ‘Corporal Z was sentenced for plundering by the Standing Court on 10.2.1945 to death and military disgrace. The condemned entered damaged business premises in the Neustadt where Hitler Youth were busy saving household goods. He went along with the cart the Hitler Youth were taking to the Küstrin-Altstadt and removed items from the cart to take home with him despite protests. The sentence is to be carried out by shooting on 11.2.1945.’[32] The Wehrmacht Report on the front page of the fortress newspaper of 16 February reported among other things the fall of Budapest, Soviet attacks on Breslau and Golgau, the retreat to Grünberg and heavy house-to-house fighting in encircled Posen; things seemed quieter on the west front, but central Germany, with Saxony, Münsterland and south-east Germany, was suffering, and in particular Chemnitz, Magdeburg and Dresden were named as having been targets for Anglo-American air attacks.

The Standing Court also had a soldier executed for leaving his unit in the front line and hiding in a nearby building for eight days.

Everyday life continued within the fortress. Soviet batteries brought down heavy fire on the Bienenhof and were engaged by the heavy flak guns in return. Low-flying Soviet ground-attack aircraft attacked the Neustadt and a German fighter-bomber attacked Soviet positions near Drewitz.

The electricity supply to the town failed again, but whether this was the result of a direct hit, technical problems or other reasons was not known. Candles and oil lamps came into their own once more, although fuel for the lamps was running out. Here and there a dusty bottle was found in a cellar, but there were no longer any larger supplies. Fuel for motor vehicles was equally scarce. In any case an order had appeared that motor vehicles could only be used with a special pass from headquarters and with a work chit for every journey. Wehrmacht vehicles now carried the letters ‘FK’ for ‘Fortress Küstrin’ painted in white on the wings. The only non-military vehicles in use were those of the fire brigade and one belonging to the NSDAP district office.

The provisional delivery station in Roonstrasse reported the first birth of the siege, a boy. Sadly, he would never get to know his father, who had died three months earlier somewhere in the east.[33]

Fighter aircraft from both sides met early in the morning over the town. The harmless rattling of machine guns so high up brought many people on to the streets. They were sure there was nothing to worry about, as long as the nimble machines were so intensively engaged with one another. The planes stayed beyond the range of the light flak and the heavy guns that in any case were holding back from endangering their own aircraft. This new spectacle attracted interest from all over the front. The Soviet batteries were suddenly silent after having been very active since dawn. For a long time the hunting spurts of tracer bullets found no targets in the cloudless sky, then one aircraft suddenly emitted a plume of smoke, lost height and vanished out of sight. This acted on the other pilots like a pre-arranged signal to break off the fight, and in a few minutes there was no trace of this bitter engagement.

The groups of spectators dispersed without saying anything, not knowing whether the downed aircraft was German or Soviet. As people queued in the few grocers’ shops that still had provisions, the relative strengths of the machines came under vigorous discussion, and the debate continued until the firing started up again, and most people abandoned their places in the queue to go home before the storm broke in all its fury. It was afternoon before people could go out again. The picture that many streets offered was desolate, with broken tiles and windows, masonry and roof timbers littering the pavements. The Marktplatz area had suffered the most, the façade of a corner building on Berliner Strasse having collapsed from a direct hit. The roof truss hung freely over the ripped open storeys. Volkssturm men who had been accommodated in the pub on the ground floor could not understand how they had survived this horror. They stood around covered in dust and white-faced with shock as firemen and air raid wardens cleared the street of heaps of debris. Headquarters staff calmly summed up the day: ‘Harassing fire day and night from all calibres on the whole sector (5,560 shots). The Altstadt and Neustadt suffered heavy damage.’

On 16 February the fortress, which until then had come directly under 9th Army Headquarters, was allocated tactically to SS-Obergruppenführer and General der Waffen-SS Matthias Kleinheisterkamp’s XIth SS Panzer Corps. Kleinheisterkamp’s headquarters were located at Neuentempel, 6 kilometres south-west of Seelow.[34]

There was still no indication that an evacuation would take place in the foreseeable future. The information in the fortress newspaper on 18 February, however, gave the impression that those in the know expected some more difficult days, perhaps weeks, ahead. New identity cards were being introduced, with passes for the Oder bridges and special passes for going out at night during the curfew. Anyone who had moved into a different building without official approval had to obtain an official permit immediately; NSDAP cell leaders and Red Cross personnel were requested to report for further duties. The former Landsberg District farmers’ leader, now head of civilian supplies in Küstrin, spoke of the efforts being made to provide the town with enough supplies to enable it to withstand a siege of weeks or months. Even tobacco would be rationed for men on ration cards in future. ‘The biggest problem is with milk and butter supplies as, due to enemy artillery fire, often milk cannot be delivered from Alt Bleyen and Kietz. Here the NSV is helping out with dried milk. Instead of butter, the same weight in clarified butter or margarine will be issued.’ Issues of ersatz milk were actually not made regularly and in any case were limited to children up to 4 years of age. The official rations were set out as follows:

Infants up to 1 year: 1 x Dried milk for 8 days; 1 x Condensed milk for 14 days

Children 1–2 years: 2 x Condensed milk for 8 days; 1 x Condensed milk for 14 days

Children 2–4 years: 2 x Condensed milk for 8 days

The dried items came from the stocks of Küstrin merchants. Canned milk had been brought in from Frankfurt on the night of 4 February in a truck guided along by tracer bullets. The route via Seelow was unknown to either the driver or his companion, and from Manschnow they had been exceedingly lucky to get through the Soviet advance positions. Theirs was the last vehicle to reach the town by Reichsstrasse 1.

Fortress surgeon Dr Weglau considered the state of hygiene in the town ‘very good at the moment’, commenting that ‘infectious illnesses have not appeared to any extent’. Nevertheless, the population had only the Altstadt pharmacy to turn to, in its lightly damaged building on the Marktplatz. The Neustadt pharmacy had been closed since the first fighting, and plunderers had subsequently rendered it unrecognisable in their search for narcotics.

Following a relatively peaceful morning there was an unusually big explosion that afternoon that gave rise to the rumour that the Warthe bridges had been destroyed. The engineer staff who quickly appeared at the site discovered that the situation was not as bad as first feared. The bridge structure had not been torn apart, as only one of the two demolition chambers on the central piers had exploded after receiving a direct hit. However, vehicular traffic over this single road bridge between the Altstadt and Neustadt was now impossible. The roadway hung down at a steep angle into the flooded Warthe. At considerable risk pedestrians could cross on the pathway resting on the remains of the piers, but these had substantial cracks in them. The construction of an emergency bridge over the sagging structure would take time, but meanwhile one could use the railway bridge 100 metres away from Breslauer Strasse. Thick planks were laid over the tracks between street-level crossings in the Altstadt and Neustadt, and by evening the first wagons were able to use the new crossing. Nevertheless it was open to one-way traffic only, controlled by the sentries at either end. The water pipes and telephone and electricity cables that had been ripped apart in the explosion could not be replaced so quickly, and the carefully assembled sightscreens had come to the end of their life.[35]

Major of the Reserve Werner Falckenberg, who owned a sawmill and factory in Warnick that had been taken over by the Wehrmacht during the war, wrote a letter to his wife on 16 February:

I have written to all the places where you might be, perhaps one of them will reach you. The uncertainly of not knowing where you are, and how you are, is trying. All my thoughts are of you.

We are all right here. Our resistance has strengthened considerably. The Soviets attacked the day before yesterday with 8 tanks, 2 battalions and 4–6,000 rounds of shells from artillery and mortars of various calibres. They wanted to get to the Altstadt via the Bienenhof. Three tanks were knocked out, as was the attack. Yesterday we made several sorties that succeeded, including our own, inflicting considerable casualties on the Russians. Overall the Soviet losses are especially high in comparison to our own.

The following occurred the day before yesterday: a Soviet unit, perhaps a platoon or something similar, approached along the Sonnenburger Chaussee to where the bridge leads to the ‘Pilsenweg’–how lovely it would be if we could both go there again! So the unit was there. A car led the way. Apparently orders were issued, then the man who had got out of the car began to shake everyone by the hand. Of course our people were not asleep, they blasted the unit and the whole business off the chaussee with direct hits from a gun or battery.

Our accommodation is well protected. The Middle School in front of us catches everything.[36]

Officer Cadet Corporal Hans Dahlmanns recalled:

About the middle of February we officer cadets were marched off to the front line. We marched from the Engineer Barracks across the Warthe Bridge to the premises of an aquatic sports club on the west bank, where we took a rest between two parked pontoons. I looked around for a place to sit down. I saw my comrade Günther Franzak, whom I liked, sitting on an ammunition box in front of a building. As there was another box near him, I sat down on it. ‘Can you keep that place free for Hans, he’s coming back any moment,’ he said. I knew that Günter and Hans Priebenow were friends, so I stood up and sat down on another ammunition box two or three paces away. A moment later both friends were sitting together. Suddenly a mortar bomb fell on the edge of our group and killed both of them. They came from around Küstrin, one being a dairyman and the other a postman. I had sat immediately next to them and remained unwounded, apart from a pronounced deafness in my right ear. After the mortar bomb explosion the remainder of the officer cadets were sent back to Küstrin-Neustadt, where we were accommodated in the hospital in the south-west part of the barracks.

Next day I with two others received orders to report to my old company commander, Lieutenant Schröder, whose command post was in a casemate on the small peninsula between the harbour and winter harbour in front of the swing bridge over the Warthe. The other officer cadets, as far as I know, were deployed in an infantry role on the southern or eastern front. After a few days the news came that one or another had been killed or severely wounded. I heard that one had lost his eyesight from a flare coming out of a flare pistol.[37]

Officer Cadet Corporal Hans Kirchhof of the tank turret unit recounted his experiences in the Kietz Gate area:

One day in February we were doing some firing practice with our pistols on the fortress walls near the Kietz Gate and witnessed two guns south of there at the Bienenhof shoot up an enemy tank of the T-34 type that had broken through a long way.

In the meantime, while waiting for the anti-tank guns, we took over the transport of supplies to the Bienenhof and the removal of the badly wounded from there. The Bienenhof was defended by a unit of Probationary Battalion 500.

We were three men that had come from the NCO training school at Jülich to the front line as tank-hunters. A volunteer was sought as a gun captain from the three of us. To avoid any preferment or discrimination, we put ourselves at the disposal of our superiors. This was accepted and a little later all three of us were designated gun captains. This happened because–in contrast to both the other guns, two of which were further back–the location of the third was directly in the front line. Here at the Bienenhof were two relieving gun crews. I led one and my friend, Wolfgang Paul, the other. Each crew remained three days and nights in the position and rested afterwards for the whole time at the company command post.

As there were sufficient gunners available, the gun crews could be picked by their captains with the consent of those selected, which included some experienced corporals. None declined to be selected.

About two-thirds of the way through February we took up our new position. About a week before, the first defenders of the Bienenhof had been so reduced by casualties that a flak unit in the infantry role had replaced them. Shortly afterwards the Bienenhof was lost and men of the Probationary Battalion were called into action once more and the flak troops sent back.

Our anti-tank gun was aimed directly at the Oder dyke and was sited in the infantry position, whose southernmost bunker lay within grenade-throwing distance of the Russians. The latter had posted a sniper who, despite all the efforts of the infantry, could not be knocked out of action. Our 36mm gun, useless against tanks, was a silent gun and only supplied with explosives. We had a good relationship with the infantry.[38]

Luftwaffe Officer Cadet Sergeant Helmut Schmidt wrote of his experiences at the Weinbergshof Farm and in Kietz in mid-February:

We were not feeling good. We were sitting in a trap called Küstrin. It was only a fortress in name, with ancient fortifications and without heavy weapons. The Russians had it firmly in their grasp. (We did not then know that there was a ‘corridor’ through to the main German front line, but we did know what was meant when Führerheadquarters designated a place a ‘fortress’ to be defended to the last man and the last drop of blood.) We did not even know our fortress commandant.

The Russians had set up a 120mm mortar. The first bomb suddenly exploded near the Weinbergshof during the course of the day. At irregular intervals they sent over two or three bombs, but none hit the target. We got used to the new situation, becoming alert and keen-eared, reacting quickly to the typical bubbling of the discharges.

It became dark, and after the rations orderly had delivered our food to the trench, we were relieved. Tiredly we shuffled along the communications trench to the chaussee, our legs automatically following the road ditch to Kietz. We ducked our heads whenever the tracers from a Maxim machine gun came our way. Our quarters were in one of the first houses. We climbed up the steep and narrow stairs to the first floor of the wretched building, laid down on the bare floor and immediately fell asleep, some using their helmets as pillows.

Early in the morning we were awoken by noise, shouts and the stamping of boots. I did not react immediately, but at last heard someone shouting ‘Alarm!’ I jumped up and woke the sleepers around me. We grabbed our weapons and tumbled down the steep stairs. Our group then assembled in a small yard between the buildings. We were urged to hurry and marched eastwards in well-spaced single file towards Kietz.

A fight was going on somewhere to our south-east. We could hear German and Russian machine guns, sub-machine-gun fire and the harsh shots of Russian tanks or anti-tank guns.

We had left our quarters with rumbling stomachs. The morning was cloudy and we trembled from the cold. While we trotted along the road under cover of the houses, we listened attentively to the increasing noise of fighting coming from a short distance to the south-east.

We encountered no vehicles or pedestrians on Reichsstrasse 1. In the middle of the Horst-Wessel-Strasse/Kaiserstrasse crossroads stood a hunting tank, a Hetzer. Its weak armour was reinforced with concrete panels, its tracks moving it about nervously. It seemed to have found a target, but did not fire. After a short stop we turned right towards the sound of fighting. The road ran south-east and ended in the meadows after about 300 metres.

We hurried to reach the buildings on the south-eastern edge of Kietz. We passed a large block of flats on our left. The attackers could now see us and opened fire with infantry weapons. Moving in bounds we reached the cover of an individual house, one of a row of them extending westwards. When a tank shell hit the roof, we pressed against the wall of the house. There was a frightening bang, followed by a reddish cloud of smoke and a clattering of slates landing at our feet.

I took a quick look round the corner of the house. Two T-34s were standing about 500 metres away. I had just pulled back my head when there was a bang and a tank shell whistled past a few metres away. I had a brief glimpse of its tracer and then saw the shell hit the block of flats. There was a double bang, dust billowed out and there was a jagged round hole in the wall.

We moved over to the next house and crept crouched past the cellar windows. One of my section found a bottle containing fruit in an open window, but when he reached for it, he was rapped on the fingers. We then noticed that the cellar was full of civilians, several families with children.

We divided up among the houses. I went to the end house with several comrades. It was badly damaged, and the occupants had moved next door. I came across some infantrymen in a cellar room. A dead man lay on a laundry table, a sergeant or sergeant-major. The soldiers had a machine-gun position behind the fence in the garden. I climbed upstairs. Broken slates covered the steps of the wooden staircase. I looked through a hole that the tanks had shot in the outside wall. Both T-34s stood front left. They had got stuck in the meadows and the attack had come to a halt. The tank guns were silent, but their engines were roaring, emitting blue exhaust smoke, their tracks digging deeper and deeper into the ground. Russians were working frantically on the tanks. I could hear shouts, orders and swearing. The two T-34s were trying to tow each other out, but without success. They only sank deeper. The tracks pulled cleanly showering fountains of dirt behind them. More shouts and more Russians hurried up.

The Russians called off their attack. Without tank support they dared not get closer to the buildings of Kietz. We watched their hours-long efforts with malicious grins. The Hetzer did not attack, although the T-34s offered a suitable target. Our infantry weapons were also silent. We had received no order to open fire. Were we saving ammunition, or was it to avoid provoking the Russians?

The Russians vanished back to their trenches, the T-34s remaining behind, still offering a threat to us that could quickly become dangerous. We crouched in the cellars of the unoccupied houses while our sentries concealed themselves in the foliage behind the fences.

It became dark early on this cloudy day. During the first night hours the Russians tried to get their tanks out again, setting about it with the aid of some searchlights. They made a row with the tank engines running at full speed. This went on openly for hours, and we were withdrawn before the situation with the tanks had changed.

We marched back to our quarters. We were pleased that the Russian attack on Kietz had failed. In the accommodation we were surprised to receive orders to return to the Weinbergshof immediately. Our ‘day off’ had come to nothing. After a short rest we wandered back grumbling to our old position.

We particularly liked our rest days, especially without alerts. The first of us would wake up after ten or twelve hours’ sleep. We looked for an opportunity to wash and for a lavatory in the unoccupied house. Freshly shaved, we ate breakfast together, the usual spirit having returned. We smoked and had a drink.

The few hours in the old house did us good. Recovered, we prepared unenthusiastically for dusk and the relief. We ate something quickly, checked our arms and ammunition and then at about 2130 hours we set off reluctantly back to the Weinbergshof.

We were told that in future we would have one day in the trenches and one day’s rest. But on our return to the trenches we realised there had been a worsening of the situation. The Russian mortar was firing frequently, the hits occurring here and there, bracketing the whole of the Weinbergshof. The mortar’s short barrages were malicious, as the sound of the shots was easily missed. One night I had a lucky escape. Fritz Wenzig, a Rhinelander with an irrepressible sense of humour, had been lightly wounded in the attack on the Cellulose Factory and returned to us from the field hospital. Every evening we would meet by chance at the north-western corner of the manor and would chat in a low voice, myself in the trench and he above on the edge of the trench. Suddenly we heard a mighty whistling. Instinctively we both made ourselves small as a mortar bomb exploded a few paces away. There was an almighty bang and I felt a blow on my shoulder. Fritz Wenzig had his hands to his face. A tiny splinter had penetrated his right cheek and bruised his tongue. I checked my shoulder, but nothing had happened to me. When I looked the next day I found that the thick wadding of my camouflage suit had stopped about fifty tiny iron pellets. But Fritz had to go back to the field hospital, returning to us a few days later. The new crease in his cheek made his cheeky grin even more boyish. We had both had enormous luck. The bomb had not exploded properly due to a fault in its manufacture.

The relief system did not last long. As the manning of the trenches had to be reinforced, we had to stay forwards for two nights and were only relieved on the third. We cursed the order but could do nothing about it. We knew well enough that our company was not up to a Russian attack.

The first night in the trenches passed mainly correctly and badly. With many checks I ensured that my men were alert, but already by the second night I had to check more often as fatigue was overcoming the comrades. They were often asleep on their feet. I went back again from man to man, prodding them to keep them awake.

Every third day we longed for the time of our relief. At last it became dark, the food carrier appeared and put the canister in our trench. We opened the lid, poked the contents and complained about them. We spooned down some soup but were too tired to eat properly.

Eventually the relief took place. We clapped our comrades on the shoulder, exchanged a few words, and gathered at the manager’s house. The route to Kietz was covered by most of us in a daze. Finally we climbed the steep wooden stairs to our night encampment, lay down and fell asleep.

Our rations were getting worse by the day. Smokers especially missed their usual cigarette rations. Instead there were cheap cigars that they did not like. So I kept creeping back to Bombardier Horn. As the last man in my section, he ‘lived’ at the outermost right-hand end of the defence sector in an ‘arbour’, having dug himself a fine hole immediately before the hedge and camouflaged it from the side and above with a tight entanglement of twigs. Horn smoked cigars and exchanged mine for a few cigarettes, of which he often had a small stock. We crouched for about a quarter of an hour in his airy arbour and had a chat. Apparently Horn had chosen a good site for not once had a mortar bomb come anywhere near it. He felt quite safe in his primitive ‘arbour’.

We thought that because of the distance involved the Russians would have problems with their supplies, and the flooded area around the Oder must also be a disadvantage for them. Then one day a Russian 76.2mm gun started firing at us. It was estimated to be about 2 or 3 kilometres away on the far side of the Oder. It was certainly not by chance that it seemed to hit the brick-built extension of the Weinbergshof barn with precision. The aim was just right. The Russian gunners had only to adjust their settings minimally to hit their targets.

The Russians now fired daily half a dozen rounds at us. The gun could not miss its target. The shells exploded within the yard without exception, coming dangerously near to our communications trench. This insidious, disruptive fire considerably reduced our freedom of movement, and we had to be particularly careful when the mortar joined in. The number of shots increased and the gaps between the firing diminished. Seldom did the gun keep quiet during the night, taking over from the tiresome mortar.

Our situation had clearly worsened. The constant sudden bombardments shattered our nerves. Every night we had to fight our fatigue and still got no rest during the day. We were defenceless against these weapons and could do nothing about them. There was no German artillery to support us and hardly any sign of the Luftwaffe.

I spent hours trying to improve my shelter hole. I scratched a narrow horizontal hollow towards the south in the sandy earth and strengthened the cover of my mouse-hole. Naturally this digging did nothing to improve my protection from enemy fire, but it made me feel a little safer.

Sunday, 18 February, was a day no different from the rest. The damned gun pestered us persistently. The buildings in the yard suffered further hits and the shell holes spread over the ground. In addition we were dead tired. The gun stopped firing at dusk and even the Russian machine guns were quiet. Lieutenant Kühnel then held an order group. He told us that the Weinbergshof would be secured against sudden attack by the Russians with barbed wire fences and mines. Upon leaving the manor, I saw a punishment unit carrying rolls of barbed wire and defensive mines. All the men were unarmed. They stood silently in the lee of the house waiting for their orders. A quarter of an hour later they shouldered their equipment and moved off in a southerly direction, the darkness absorbing them. We had orders not to fire until the minelayers returned, which was expected before midnight.

For a while we thought ourselves safe, at least until the men of the punishment unit had set up the barbed wire fences and laid their mines. We relaxed and dozed. But the work in no-man’s-land could not be accomplished in absolute silence. The rolls of wire clinked and clattered as they unrolled, and the holes for the mines could not be dug without making a noise. Apart from this, everything was being done in a hurry.

The Russians had noticed the noise coming from in front of our position and used it for a surprise attack. Perhaps both actions coincided. In any case the enemy went round the minelayers from the west and approached our position to within a few paces. They opened heavy fire abruptly with several sub-machine guns. I could see the orange flames. There was a hell of a din reinforced by the ‘Urräh!’ shouts of the attackers.

Now we urgently needed the hand grenades that we lacked. We had to keep our heads down. Once they had got through the thick hedge we could see them off, but the Russians recognised this obstacle. Some of them kept us down with their fire, while a group attempted to get through the gate, which they managed to do. We could see individual shadows flitting about towards the manor but did not know whether they were comrades or Russians.

Here was general confusion. We could only reply weakly to the enemy’s fire. We received the order to withdraw and made our way back, finally meeting up with the company on Reichsstrasse 1. Lieutenant Kühnel was swearing, blaming the minelayers. He regarded the whole action with the barbed wire and mine-laying as ridiculous. Then I noticed that Hans Hof was missing. I found out that he had fired at the attackers with his machine gun, thus attracting enemy fire, and had been shot in the chest. Comrades from another section had taken him back to the dressing station in Kietz. In all the noise and confusion I had failed to notice this.

We cursed the Russians and were bitterly angry with them. Our company commander soon gave the order for a counterattack. Within an hour, before midnight, the Weinbergshof was to be in our hands again.

We set off full of anger. Two sections went east of the duck pond and mine went along the communications trench. As we reached the manager’s house we heard a mortar firing and then the bursting of the first bombs. The Russians were laying down defensive fire, but those that had forced their way in remained quiet.

As I went past my shelter hole I saw a dead man lying in the trench in front of me. He was one of the men from the punishment company. I took his pay book from his breast pocket. The poor chap had been unable to reach safety.

While I was seeing to the dead man, a shout went up in the dark from the south-east side of the pond, like an animal’s cry. Corporal Schorer had surprised a Russian in the trench near his shelter hole and hit him with his rifle butt on the head. The Russian ran away and disappeared into the darkness.

I was the last section commander to reach the company command post in the manor cellars. I gave the dead man’s pay book to the company commander. The retaking of the position had succeeded and by midnight all the sections were back in their positions. The Russians had penetrated the company command post and left an anti-tank mine in a discreet wooden case behind. Presumably they had intended planting it when they had more time.

Unfortunately the counterattack had cost us dear. Both section commanders, Sergeant August Finkler and Sergeant Willi Bohnsack, had fallen victim to the mortar. We were not allowed to bury the dead ourselves, having to give the last services for both our comrades to strangers. A pity. We were not allowed to leave the position even for a short time.

We did not know what had happened to the punishment company. They had not completed their work. Our position remained insecure from the south with neither barbed wire nor mines.[39]

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