Post by Franz Albrecht on Aug 27, 2009 19:35:10 GMT
Location: Berlin...
Time: 11:15am
Weather: Fall air, cloudy with sun.
It had been several months since the encirclement of German troops by the Red Army around Demyansk. This place was located south of Leningrad on the Eastern Front where 90,000 German soldiers and about 10,000 auxiliaries were trapped within a deadly pocket by soviet forces. However the enemy were faced with steady hardened veterans who put fourth stubborn resistance. On the 21'st of march 42' a General of the Whermacht broke out through a narrow escape known as the "Ramushevo corridor". It took several weeks for other battle groups to pound their way through the passage.
Sturmscharfuhrer Frankie Albrecht strolled through the main doors of the Reich Veterans hospital in Berlin. The air smelled like disinfectants, and slightly flowery. There were wounded men everywhere in sight, they were missing limbs, wearing bandages, moving about on crutches, most had a dull look on their faces mixed with pain, suffering and memories. Frankie remembered when he was wounded at the pocket, even though it was caused by falling rubble he knew the feeling of sitting in a hospital each and every day for months, it was simply depressing. As a boy every time he got ill, or that one time he had broken his arm his mother had been there to comfort and take care of the problem.
Frankie often thought about his family back home in Summerau, Austria. Albrecht had not received a letter in a while, but the mail was really slow these days so that was to be expected. The Sturmscharfuhrer removed his cap tucking it under his left arm, he also un-did the top buttons on his great coat then adjusted the Karbiner 98 on the leather strap resting over his shoulder.
Today the visit was to see a medic for a check up on his ribs. He had just been placed back on active duty attached to the 2nd SS Panzer Division "Das Reich", this medical exam was the final step to ensure he was indeed fit for duty once again. He reached inside his greatcoat pockets removing a requisition forum and a crumpled leave pass, stuffing the pass back in his pocket he moved towards the Registration Desk where a good looking civilian nurse was seated. She smiled when he approached, it was warm and pretty. With a boyish charming smile he spoke,
"Entschuldigen Sie mich Fraulien, I have a forum here for an inspection of my injury. Whom should I see with this? basically I need a signature stating that my damaged ribs have healed correctly so I may return to my duties."
Frankie held out the forum he had been given for the Evaluation. It read...
Original injury/s. Two fractured ribs. If/when/: in good health soldier is to return to active service Immediately.
Signed,
SS Sturmbannführer, Otto Von Kluge
SS Personalhauptamt. Wilmersdorfer Straße, Berlin.
(Central recording office) (Address in Berlin)
She looked it over then pointing to a row of metal chairs against the wall,
"Please have a seat over there Sturmscharfuhrer Albrecht, a doctor will be with you shortly".
Frankie nodded to her then proceeded over to a vacant chair and sat himself down waiting patiently of his turn. Quite a few people were before him but the nurse at the desk would keep glancing over trying to hide it, for fun the next time he caught her he would wave.
Translation:
Entschuldigen Sie mich
(Excuse me)
Time: 11:15am
Weather: Fall air, cloudy with sun.
It had been several months since the encirclement of German troops by the Red Army around Demyansk. This place was located south of Leningrad on the Eastern Front where 90,000 German soldiers and about 10,000 auxiliaries were trapped within a deadly pocket by soviet forces. However the enemy were faced with steady hardened veterans who put fourth stubborn resistance. On the 21'st of march 42' a General of the Whermacht broke out through a narrow escape known as the "Ramushevo corridor". It took several weeks for other battle groups to pound their way through the passage.
Sturmscharfuhrer Frankie Albrecht strolled through the main doors of the Reich Veterans hospital in Berlin. The air smelled like disinfectants, and slightly flowery. There were wounded men everywhere in sight, they were missing limbs, wearing bandages, moving about on crutches, most had a dull look on their faces mixed with pain, suffering and memories. Frankie remembered when he was wounded at the pocket, even though it was caused by falling rubble he knew the feeling of sitting in a hospital each and every day for months, it was simply depressing. As a boy every time he got ill, or that one time he had broken his arm his mother had been there to comfort and take care of the problem.
Frankie often thought about his family back home in Summerau, Austria. Albrecht had not received a letter in a while, but the mail was really slow these days so that was to be expected. The Sturmscharfuhrer removed his cap tucking it under his left arm, he also un-did the top buttons on his great coat then adjusted the Karbiner 98 on the leather strap resting over his shoulder.
Today the visit was to see a medic for a check up on his ribs. He had just been placed back on active duty attached to the 2nd SS Panzer Division "Das Reich", this medical exam was the final step to ensure he was indeed fit for duty once again. He reached inside his greatcoat pockets removing a requisition forum and a crumpled leave pass, stuffing the pass back in his pocket he moved towards the Registration Desk where a good looking civilian nurse was seated. She smiled when he approached, it was warm and pretty. With a boyish charming smile he spoke,
"Entschuldigen Sie mich Fraulien, I have a forum here for an inspection of my injury. Whom should I see with this? basically I need a signature stating that my damaged ribs have healed correctly so I may return to my duties."
Frankie held out the forum he had been given for the Evaluation. It read...
Original injury/s. Two fractured ribs. If/when/: in good health soldier is to return to active service Immediately.
Signed,
SS Sturmbannführer, Otto Von Kluge
SS Personalhauptamt. Wilmersdorfer Straße, Berlin.
(Central recording office) (Address in Berlin)
She looked it over then pointing to a row of metal chairs against the wall,
"Please have a seat over there Sturmscharfuhrer Albrecht, a doctor will be with you shortly".
Frankie nodded to her then proceeded over to a vacant chair and sat himself down waiting patiently of his turn. Quite a few people were before him but the nurse at the desk would keep glancing over trying to hide it, for fun the next time he caught her he would wave.
Translation:
Entschuldigen Sie mich
(Excuse me)
