"Franzerl Pt. 13"
Moss (1944), Franzerl des Panzerl
Part 13
When the Schützen had turned up in Verona with their price the local commander had been amused. And as it seemed, so had been higher ups. It took a few days, but some fresh faced 18 year olds turned up, conscripts just out of basic training. A couple of old hands from the fortress artillery had taken them in hand, drilled them for a week, even fired the guns a few times, with at least one occasion that I know of where the target had been just as real as the shells. They completed the course with the declaration that they were now just 'very green', but received congratulations that nobody had lost a finger or a hand yet.
As it turned out they would stay horse mobile, despite the surprising ability of the Schützen to acquire motorised transport. There was a limit amount of cars, trucks and tractors, and as an auxiliary formation they were at the bottom of the pile when it came to being assigned some. The ammunition situation might be more dangerous. I was told that the Italians had bored out the barrels, making them unable to fire Austrian or Czechoslovak produced original shells. When informed, Michael had shrugged, and answered: "We know where we can get more."
With Venice and Padua having fallen, it seemed it was time to once again turn to the offensive for real, instead of the usual hit and fade attacks of the last month. As we moved out of our quarters and left the city for what might be the last time, we were joined again by Franzerl, Johann once again riding the tank.
Once asked how they were, Johann answered: "Good, good. We've been playing tourist in some of the side valleys. And we took a quick swim in Lake Garda."
When I opened my mouth for the obvious follow up question, the tank commander shot me a venomous look and told me: "Not one word. Just no."
I stayed quite, the commander was a formidable Tyrolean mountain farmer, who I didn't know how he even fit into the turret. To this day however I was still curious about just what that swim had entailed, the tank crew keeping quiet even under heavy alcohol consumption and Johann delighting in teasing, but never telling.
We walked once again. Sometimes hitching a ride with the gun carriages or Franzerl, but mostly we walked. In the afternoon radio chatter started up. I didn't know immediately what it was about, but would soon learn that the first scouts hat closed in on Mantua and they weren't seeing the large enemy concentration that was expected. So we continued on, not stopping to deploy the guns as was planned. By late afternoon we finally saw the city, the Mincio dammed up to create a formidable obstacle between us and it.
We approached due north, along the railway line. Once across from the city on the reservoir, the Schützen decided to stop, not pressing forwards. Most of them congregated on an open field behind the few scattered buildings on this side of the river. They stood in silence for a minute before returning to their previous seriousness and assessing their chances of taking the dam and city beyond.
When asked, Sepperl told me that this was the place where that same freedom fighter that had been born up in St. Leonhard had been executed.
Part 13
28.5.1929
When the Schützen had turned up in Verona with their price the local commander had been amused. And as it seemed, so had been higher ups. It took a few days, but some fresh faced 18 year olds turned up, conscripts just out of basic training. A couple of old hands from the fortress artillery had taken them in hand, drilled them for a week, even fired the guns a few times, with at least one occasion that I know of where the target had been just as real as the shells. They completed the course with the declaration that they were now just 'very green', but received congratulations that nobody had lost a finger or a hand yet.
As it turned out they would stay horse mobile, despite the surprising ability of the Schützen to acquire motorised transport. There was a limit amount of cars, trucks and tractors, and as an auxiliary formation they were at the bottom of the pile when it came to being assigned some. The ammunition situation might be more dangerous. I was told that the Italians had bored out the barrels, making them unable to fire Austrian or Czechoslovak produced original shells. When informed, Michael had shrugged, and answered: "We know where we can get more."
With Venice and Padua having fallen, it seemed it was time to once again turn to the offensive for real, instead of the usual hit and fade attacks of the last month. As we moved out of our quarters and left the city for what might be the last time, we were joined again by Franzerl, Johann once again riding the tank.
Once asked how they were, Johann answered: "Good, good. We've been playing tourist in some of the side valleys. And we took a quick swim in Lake Garda."
When I opened my mouth for the obvious follow up question, the tank commander shot me a venomous look and told me: "Not one word. Just no."
I stayed quite, the commander was a formidable Tyrolean mountain farmer, who I didn't know how he even fit into the turret. To this day however I was still curious about just what that swim had entailed, the tank crew keeping quiet even under heavy alcohol consumption and Johann delighting in teasing, but never telling.
We walked once again. Sometimes hitching a ride with the gun carriages or Franzerl, but mostly we walked. In the afternoon radio chatter started up. I didn't know immediately what it was about, but would soon learn that the first scouts hat closed in on Mantua and they weren't seeing the large enemy concentration that was expected. So we continued on, not stopping to deploy the guns as was planned. By late afternoon we finally saw the city, the Mincio dammed up to create a formidable obstacle between us and it.
We approached due north, along the railway line. Once across from the city on the reservoir, the Schützen decided to stop, not pressing forwards. Most of them congregated on an open field behind the few scattered buildings on this side of the river. They stood in silence for a minute before returning to their previous seriousness and assessing their chances of taking the dam and city beyond.
When asked, Sepperl told me that this was the place where that same freedom fighter that had been born up in St. Leonhard had been executed.
That turned out shorter than I thought. Shorter than some old versions. Not sure I like it, but those older ones were worse.
Quick callback there in the end to (I think) part 2 - Andreas Hofer was executed outside of Mantua, and his name would have been used by some as a battlecry in such a war against Italy, even if he fought against mainly Bavarians and some French.
Week ahead turns to to be more stressful than I expected. But I've got a backlog, with some quick polish I think I'll manage a post a day.
Quick callback there in the end to (I think) part 2 - Andreas Hofer was executed outside of Mantua, and his name would have been used by some as a battlecry in such a war against Italy, even if he fought against mainly Bavarians and some French.
Week ahead turns to to be more stressful than I expected. But I've got a backlog, with some quick polish I think I'll manage a post a day.