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Chapter II, Part 13: A Way to Hell, Part 1 New
Somewhere between Minsk and Beresino, September 3rd 1944, 22:32

The war was soon to be going into its 5th year and even though Annika Schröder had been fighting for only a few months, it felt longer than that. First she had been involved in the battles against the Allies near Bologne, then she had been assigned to the Eastern Front.

Born in Buchholz in der Nordheide, Annika, now age 29, didn't have a very joyous childhood. It wasn’t that bad – certainly not as bad as the childhood of others – but her parents had been single-mindedly focused on only her younger sister while she and her brother had to make their way through life on their own. It was the reason why Annika had decided to join the Bundeswehr after her Abitur – a fight or flight response to the absence of any parental support in her life up until then. Maybe it was also the reason why she couldn’t hold on to the men in her life: Three she had had, and each of them left her, the last one mere hours before the Event.

And then they were suddenly transported into the past and the war that was wrought in it. Annika had made the mistake of walking the beaches of the Normandy after the Allie´s failed assault on the shores. The pictures of the suffering and atrocities she had seen had burnt themselves in her mind and wouldn’t let go of her, not even in her sleep: Human parts strewn everywhere – legs, arms, bullet riddled torsos – or corpses, eviscerated by German gunfire. Sometimes, when she closed her eyes she could still see the Allied soldier (He was a French, Annika thought, but the cries of the dying were a language understood by everyone) whose guts were oozing out of his stomach and who tried to shovel them back into his body with his bloody hand (She gave him the mercy of a quick death; at least that was what she told herself when the soldier came back to haunt her in her dreams).

At the Eastern Front Annika stayed at the back, shooting from safe distance. She only seldom saw what happened, where her bullets hit (or whom). She fought until she could barely stand anymore, because only then she was too exhausted to dream when she fell asleep.

“ Frau Hauptmann, Frau Hauptmann,” the Spieß, their company sergeant tore her out of her pitiful sleep. “We´ve got new intel. It seems, the enemy is attacking our front. We must…” The sound of several grenades exploding nearby drowned what he wanted to say.

Five minutes later, the company found itself in their Marder IFV.

“Frau Hauptmann, the enemy has broken through our lines,” Schneider, their radio operator, told her.

“Fuck!” she cursed. “How could they miss that?”

“Because reconnaissance believed they would retreat,” Schneider replied.

“We pulled that very trick ourselves and when the enemy does the same reconnaissance sleeps?” Annika exclaimed incredulously.

“Soviet tanks dead ahead!” Lehmann, her gunner, interrupted their squabble. Before she could even say anything, he had already launched the first MILAN missile. “JS 2 destroyed.”

"Where are these damn Leos?" Annike shouted. "We can't win a fight against tanks!"

At this moment, several enemy tanks were suddenly exploding. A group of Tiger helicopters had appeared and continued on to turn the tanks into scrap metal. But that was only the first assault and soon the helis were gone while the next wave of Soviet tanks was about to hit them.

"Frau Hauptmann, HQ says our MBT are needed elsewhere. We have to retreat to 2829." Schneider relayed.

"Okay,” Annika replied, furiously thinking about what to do now. “Two Marder and ours form the rear guard.”

In this moment, a Boxer AFV, a special tank accompanying them, with a curious small turret swung this turret eastwards. No shots could be heard and still only seconds later a Soviet night bomber crashed. A second one soon after.

"It seems Luke Skywalker had his first kills." Annika joked. She knew the tank was only here for some testing at the front. It should have never been so near to it, though.

"Luke who?" Meyer asked confused. He was new and young to the force, just having completed his training.

"Erm, Star Wars?" Annika replied, but Meyer was as confused as before.

"I am a downtimer." he finally said.

That explained much. After all, Bundeswehr had started to mix the forces, when it was possible.

"Ah, okay. It is an outstanding science fiction movie. Or better series of movies, where they use weapons, which bundle light so much they can destroy..."

"T-34 from the side!" Lehmann shouted. Even while speaking he had already targeted one and destroyed it with a MILAN missile. And although another tank was hit by yet another MILAN fired by her IFV, her Marder was hit by the only shot that T-34 had fired. Three other T-34 retreated.

"Fuck!" she cursed. "Get out of the tank! Go! Go! Go!" The IFV was burning and could no longer drive. She had to see to the damage.

"Shit! Their went straight through the motor bloc," Huber, the commander of her Marder, told her.

Annika, knew however, that they had been extremely lucky. The other two Marder had been utterly annihilated with six men dead and three severely wounded. The rest of the company had retreated to the west.

"Frau Hauptmann, six dead and three wounded. Yilmaz was hit in the stomach by the explosion. It doesn't look well, Medicus said."

It was no joke, their medic was truly called Medicus. It had been his family name long before when the name had been latinized. It was only coincidence that that one of his descendants had decided to become a medic again. What irony!

"I can carry him," Johnson, her Spieß, offered. He was 2,10 m tall and could be very well used as actor for an imposing black US sergeant, with his imposing built. He was strong enough to use an MG3 as assault rifle if needed. Annika trusted him blindly.

"Frau Hauptmann, it seems we are behind enemy lines. We need to move about five km to the west to reach our lines," Oberleutnant Huber said, the commander of one of the other tanks.

"Then we should not wait any longer. Take everything we can use and then we go. The tanks are to be thoroughly destroyed!" Annika commanded.

"Jawoll, Frau Hauptmann."

Soon after the tanks were nothing but burning wrecks. The company then retreated westwards, but after two kilometers they met resistance in the form of a battalion of Soviet infantry. Fortuna must have smiled down benignly on them on this day, though, for a pair of Hs 123 night CAS planes saved their asses, as they had been ordered to attack just this particular battalion. However, they had to turn south to circumvent the enemy fire and therefore couldn’t be of any further help to Annika and her soldiers.

After an hour, which felt like eternity to all of them their luck finally ran out as another company of the enemy stumbled upon them. It was a tough fight, but the technological advantage Annika´s team had let the enemy pay dearly for any attack. So, they were able to reach the last obstacle a small stream, which they could not pass, however, as the enemy was too close and would have discovered them.

"Okay, Huber, you lead the others to the other side. I will give you cover with Ernst and Schultz." she ordered. "Then you´ll cover us."

Their plan went through without a hitch. When Annika saw that the others had reached the other side, she gave Ernst and Schultz the order to follow them while she would keep up fire for a minute. As there were only 250 shots left for the MG, Annika´s plan was to spend the ammo and then to run as fast as she could. She waited until she could see the enemy soldiers again and then fired at them. While they ran for cover, she ran in the opposite direction.

However, before she got to the stream, five men, encircling her from the rear, attacked her. Two she shot quickly with her G-36, but then she was out of rounds. Her P8 got another one but then jammed.

Trying to evade the last two was not a possibility, as behind her the other Soviet soldiers would soon come. So Annika decided to do it the hard way and attached her SG2000 combat knife to the rifle as bayonet. Then she charged. The good thing was, that she completely surprised the two Soviet soldiers when she attacked them directly. Two shots missed her and a third one they could not fire. She slammed the bayonet into the stomach of the first, while kicking the second into the testicles. He went down, but her second attack with the Bayonet went through his chest.

In this moment, a ricochet hit her rifle and tore it out of Annika´s hand. She wanted to go after it, but twelve enemy soldiers were converging on her, forcing her to took cover behind some nearby streams. The only weapon Annika had left was her other combat knife which she wore hidden in her boot. The stream was near – she could see the dirty brown water, could hear the water flowing – but when she was about to make a run for it, two Soviet soldiers stepped in front of her, aiming their weapons straight at her. That was when Annika realized that it was either to die or to surrender.

She chose the latter.
Chapter II, Part 14: A Way to Hell, Part 2 New
Somewhere between Minsk and Beresino, September 4th 1944, 07:12

Her captors made Annika walk back in the same direction she had come from. For hours she did nothing but trudge forward, occasionally helped along by a blow from the dull side Soviet soldier´s bayonet. All around her Annika could see the carnage the fighting was causing: The burning wrecks of tanks – both German and Soviet ones, but more of the latter – the corpses of German and Russians, alike, some having died during the fighting, some having been executed with their hands tied behind their backs. At dawn, she and her captors arrived at a farm, its original owners having fled long ago, where she was locked in together with another German soldier.

“Ah, very nice to meet a fellow country man, or woman in this case,” the man spoke. “I´m Heinrich Hoffmann.” He extended his hand in greeting which Annika shock.

“I´m Hauptmann Annika Schröder,” she introduced herself. “How long have you been here? Do you reckon there´s any way out of here?...”

As if they had heard it, the door was opened by Soviet soldiers. Without uttering a single word, they marched up to Heinrich, who was quivering in fear, took him between them and led him out of the barn, not before locking the door behind them. A few minutes later, one lonely shot rang through the silence. Soon after, the soldiers came back – this time for Annika – and led her into the nearby house where she was sat down in front of an imposing looking man.

“So,” he drawled. “You´re one of these German Amazons fighting us.” He spoke German fluently without any trace of Russian accent. If Annika identified it correctly, he seemed to be an officer (colonel) of the Red Army. An interrogator.

“Let me lay this out for you,” the Colonel continued. “I want information. You have information. I simply require from you to share what you have with me.” He smiled, all teeth, no warmth. Annika just stared at him. “If you don´t…” His gaze flickered back to the soldiers at the door and as if they had waited for the sign, they took Annika outside again, where they forced her to kneel next to Heinrich´s corpse. They pushed her head into the mud, Heinrich´s empty eyes staring at her as if he was silently accusing her of not having done enough to prevent his death. Then Annika could feel the cold metal of a gun pressing against the back of her head.

Click. No pain. Nothing.

Annika let out a deep breath. She was shaking like a leaf, adrenaline surging through her body like fire and a primal fear coiling itself around her lungs, trying to suffocate her.

“Next time it won´t be a mock execution,” she could hear the Colonel´s voice above her. “Take her back in.” A few moments later, Annika found herself back in the house, opposite of her the grizzled man.

“Now,” he spoke. “Are you ready to tell me something?” He arched his eyebrows at her.

“Why should I?” Annika replied, lifting her head in defiance. “You´ll shoot me no matter what. So, let it be an honourable death, at least.” And because she was so sure that she was about to die, she added: “You´re pathetic. Pathetic and unworthy of being an officer, even in the Red Army.”

“You dare to lecture me about worthiness?!” the Colonel bellowed at her, his face contorted into a mask of rage. “You, as part of the people who came to my land, pillaging, murdering everyone and burning everything in your wake? You, whose comrades butchered my family, every single one of them.”

“’One seeking revenge should always dig two graves.’ Confucius,” Annika said as evenly as she could. “What kind of man would you be if you return the atrocities inflicted upon you in same kind? Wouldn’t you be as vile then as the men you so despise?” He remained silent for a while.

“Here´s my hand. If you accept, you can keep your life.” Annika did.

“This is Fritz, a good man from Saxony,” the Colonel said and beckoned a nearby NCO to come nearer. “He´ll take you to the nearest PoW-Camp.” And without further ado, Annika was led out of the building towards God knows where, the young soldier trailing behind her with a tight grip on his submachine gun.

They met a few Soviet soldiers along the way, but the sight of the soldier accompanying Annika made them pass her by with hostile glances only. One soldier tried to do her harm. Fritz shot him straight in the face.

“Thank you.” Annika swallowed. “That mustn’t have been easy for you.”

“Order of the Colonel,” the man shrugged. “Besides, they´re scum, anyway.

Later, Annika could already see the outlines of the camp, when all of a sudden an armoured car came to a halt right next to them.

[“The woman, we´ll take her with us. Go back to Strelnikow and tell him, he must shoot his prisoners. The front has collapsed; the counter strike has started. The Germans will be here soon and then they won´t have any chance to retake any further prisoners. Do you copy, soldier?”] on the man spoke in Russian, which Annika was unable to understand. The Saxon soldier just nodded and saluted. Annika was manhandled into the car and taken to the next air strip where she was put into the only plane left. Direction: Moscow. What she didn’t know, yet, was that the men accompanying her were agents of the NKWD.

Colonel Richard Goldstein of the Red Army was killed a few hours later in the fighting that engulfed the whole sector. Sergeant Fritz Gerhardt didn’t relay the order of the NKWD, so that the PoW was later liberated by German forces. Yet, seeing the suffering the Red Army had inflicted upon the captured German soldiers, turned the already bad situation on the Eastern Front even worse, with atrocities committed on both sides, such as Red Army soldiers being shot even after they had surrendered. Gerhardt had luck: He was captured by Annika´s former unit and as he held vital information about her whereabouts, he was send on to a German PoW-Camp where he would sit out the rest of the war.

Annika´s fate, though, remained unsure.

[This story is based upon true events reported by a former German cavalry officer]
Interludium III: Meeting Donald New
Hamburg, September 20th 1944, 12:13:

Attorney of law Dr. Peter Voss was looking at one of the pictures he had received by post, showing young Anne Frank while writing, a picture which would become – or already was? Finding the right tense was difficult sometimes – quite famous. The handwritten addendum on the back was unique, though. “Thank you everything! Anne.” He had seen Anne and her family one time after their initial meeting. They had many problems, some running very deep, but after six sessions of mediation, they had found a modus vivendi on which they could all agree on, at least for the time being. While he was still contemplating where to hang the picture, the doorbell rang. Due to his secretary being ill, Voss made his way towards the door to open it by himself, all the while he was hearing two people heatedly discussing something outside.

“Sir, this isn´t Black and Lost, but a single attorney,” a woman implored.

“Nonsense,” a male voice replied resolutely, “I have an appointment with Dr. Voss and I shall attend it!”

“But, Sir,” the woman exclaimed. “This isn’t Mr. Daniel Voss, LL. M., from Black and Lost, but…”

Dr. Voss opened the door, abruptly putting a halt to the discussion outside, but when he saw who was actually standing there outside of his office, his jaw dropped to the ground. Donald Trump!

“Good morning,” Voss greeted he man and his…assistant?...not having realized that it was already noon, but working on an appeal to the Federal Court of Labour did funny things to your sense of time, but at least it was done after gruesome three weeks. “How may I be of help?”

“Ah, I´m Donald Trump and I´ve got an appointment with Dr. Voss,” Trump said. It´s indeed him, a voice halfway between panicked and amused whispered in his mind.

“I´m Dr. Voss, but not the…” Voss tried to say, but Trump interrupted him. “Excellent, we have much to discuss.” With a resigned sigh, Voss just stepped aside and allowed Trump and his assistant – who glanced at him with an apologetic expression – in.

“As you´re probably aware my grandparents on my father´s side were Germans,” Trump started when they were seated in Voss’ office. That explains why he´s here, Voss thought. Out loud he said: “No, I didn’t know that.”

“Due to that,” Trump continued, “I was also taken back in time. I´ve taken Chancellor Merkel up on her offer to a German passport, which is why I´m a German citizen now. To cut it short, I want to restart my business, both in construction and in politics.”

“Well,” Voss replied with slowly dawning horror. “I can advise you on both, constitutional and in merchant and private law.”

“Excellent!” Trump exclaimed. “You see, Germany may be great now, but I can make it even greater and to archive that I need to become president of…erm..”

“It´s Federal Republic, Sir,” his aide added shyly. “I wasn´t introduced before, but I´m Nadine Koops and it´s a pleasure to meet you.” Voss wanted to greet the young woman as well, but Trump was already continuing as if his assistant hadn’t said anything at all.

“Yes, whatever, I want to become president.”

“May I ask why?” Voss asked cautiously.

“Because Mrs. Merkel has to be stopped!” Trump nearly shouted. “She´s ruining Germany!”

“How so?” Voss wanted to know.

“Well, she could have nuked Moscow, for starters,” Trump replied. “I would have. I´d have made Germany great again and feared by the whole world. Then she should make a deal with the US and Britain and if they don´t agree, we can nuke them, too. And her economy politics…”

“Mr. Trump are you sure you want to become Federal President of Germany?” Voss interrupted the other man´s rant.

“Of course I am!” Trump replied without a second of hesitation.

“That´s gonna be difficult, though,” Voss told the man. “The next time the president is scheduled to be elected would be 2017…or rather 1947, barring no war by the federal assembly.”

“I have to wait until 1947?” Trump repeated incredulously.

“Indeed,” Voss affirmed. “And you can´t run on your own, anyway. You need to be sponsored by party.” He took a sip from the water glass on his desk. “Are you even aware that the presidency, unlike the American one, is representative? You wouldn’t be able to exert much influence on politics, because in Germany it´s the chancellor who has the actual power.”

“Then I´ll just need to become chancellor then, won´t I?” Trump interceded.

“But even then, you´d need the support of one or several parties,” Voss told Trump. “The chancellor isn’t elected by the people, but by the parliament which represents them.”

“Pretty crappy system, isn´t it,” Trump said haughtily. “The people should vote him directly. One man, one vote, as I say. Another reason to become chancellor then, to overhaul this undemocratic system!”

“Which the electoral college isn´t?” Voss shot back. “Bush had less absolute votes than Al Gore and yet he became president. Not really one man, one vote, isn’t it?” He paused for a moment. “Besides, it´s very unlike that one party alone has the majority to elect the chancellor, so you would probably also have to form a coalition with another one…or two.”

“You mean I´d have to enter a party?”

“Theoretically, yes,” Voss answered. However, he did not mention that this wasn’t a legal necessity, as Ludwig Erhard himself had only joined the CDU after he had been elected as chancellor. “Anyway, becoming chancellor candidate for a party requires a lot of inter-party connections and more or less hard work. Late comers usually don´t make it that far.”

“I´m Donald Trump, don´t forget that!”

“How could I?” Voss muttered under his breath. Out lout he said: “You may be, but you still need the sponsorship of a party.”

“Can´t I just found my own one?” Trump asked.

“You could,” Voss replied, “but it´s incredibly difficult to establish a new party. The last one to successfully manage it were the Greens. All other parties are as old as the Federal Republic itself, or even older. Many attempts have failed so far, the Statt party, PRO or the Pirates….”

“The Pirates?”

“Internet nerds,” Voss explained. “They´re all for freedom of the internet and civil rights.”

“Bah, liberal nonsense then,” Trump cursed.

“I rather thought so,” Voss said. “There´s also the Left Party…”

“Communists should be shot instead of being allowed to form their own party!”

“The Greens are too left, the FDP is too liberal,” Voss summed up. “The CDU is Angela Merkel´s home turf and the CSU, or rather its chief, would never allow someone to enter who could challenge him. Then there´s the SPD…”

“What about the AFD?” Trump interrupted.

“Well,” Voss gulped, “they certainly fit the profile of the US Republicans and they tend to criticise Angela Merkel a lot. There´s a lot of infighting there, though, between the liberal and the far-right wing, with the former fighting a loosing battle. They´re also tethering on the edge of still being constitutional.”

“But I could make it there?” Trump wanted to know.

“Certainly,” Voss replied.

“Well, I see I went to the right lawyer then,” Trump stated as he stood up and buttoned his jacket. “You´re hired. My assistant will give you all the documents you need.” And with that he turned around and left the office, not before – much to Voss’ shock – giving a squeeze to his assistant´s bottom. When she saw Voss’ expression, Nadine just shrugged.

“He pays well,” she said. “Much of my family has lost their jobs due to the Event, so I have to pull my weight.” She handed him over some papers. “Here´s your contract and your first assignment. Mr. Trump plans to build a skyscraper right here.”

“There´s Blohm & Voss yard on the site,” Voss pointed out. “He can´t build there.”

“Then tell him that,” Nadine shrugged. “By the way, you should definitely hire some additional staff. You´ll definitely need them.” And with that she was gone as well.

With a huff, Voss sat down and stared at the paper. He really, really didn’t want to do this, but with much of his business dried up due to the Event and with a pregnant wife and debts from the house they had bought, he clearly didn’t have much of a choice.

At least, Nadine seemed to commiserate with him.
Chapter II, Part 15: The Second Battle of Viipuuri New
To: Bundesministerium der Verteidigung, Stabsstelle Ordensverleihungen

I recommend Hauptmann Herbert Zimmermann for the Knights Cross to the Iron Cross, as he played a vital part in the reconquest of Iași on September 4th. Hauptmann Zimmermann also received the first batch of PzKw V Ausf. F on September 1st.

(Thanks to cortz#9)

Data: Panzerkampfwagen V Ausführung F, 8,8 cm gun, Leopard I copula and TOW ATGM launcher, 800 hp MTU multi fuel engine

On September 2nd the Soviet forces started their retreat. The Army Group South was still preparing for an offensive and was surprised by the Soviets’ action. Without receiving new orders prior, Hauptmann Zimmermann used his company to conduct an armed reconnaissance. His 19 Panther crossed the front, having had no problems to break through, engaging about two dozen IS-II heavy tanks a while later. However, as they were detected earlier they ran into the fire of the Panther tanks. A single volley of TOW missiles meant the end of most tanks, with the few survivors being greeted with cannon fire either disabling or outright destroying them.

Zimmermann then gave the order to continue, now followed by German infantry of several units choosing to follow them. They found the enemy retreating in good order but the Soviets were indeed surprised to suddenly see German tanks directly behind them. The attack of Hauptmann Zimmermann led to confusion. He could simply steamroll the enemy as they were unable to build up a proper defence. About 100 enemy soldiers were killed and 900 captured. Soon after the force reached the outskirts of Iași. There, the enemy had built up good defence positions, but the lack of soldiers meant that many of them were understaffed or even unmanned, which meant that there were enough weak points for the German force to break through the line and attack the railway station of the city, catching several trains loaded with tanks that were ready to depart when he arrived. One of Zimmermann's Panther was damaged in the fight though, two men were slightly wounded. The other Soviet soldiers at the station surrendered soon after.

With Leutnant Vassili Stern as interpreter Zimmermann drove his tank alone through the streets with a white flag to negotiate the surrender of the city. Soon after he reached the Soviet commander of the city, who surrendered. He was said, they were only the first, more German forces were expected to arrive soon. Also an air strike was planned. Zimmermann would give the commander a single chance to avoid more bloodshed. This worked, as the commander surrendered at once.

During his actions, Zimmermann with his 19 tanks and about 250 infantry soldiers captured 12.500 Soviet men, 128 tanks, 600 guns and 8 trains with 15 locomotives. One infantry soldier was killed, three others wounded. One locomotive, 24 IS-2 and 2 T-34 tanks were destroyed, about 250 enemy soldiers killed. At 16:00 the city was secured by following forces.
Chapter II, Part 16: Skirmish off Viipuuri, Part 1 New
Skirmish off Wyborg, September 5th 1944, Part 1

Soviet Post Action Report

In the early morning hours, we received the order to attack German and Finish vessels that were harassing our positions south of Wyborg. Our seven boats, TKA 222, 223, 226-230 – British design but built in the US – set sail about an hour after the first reports came in. We were accompanied by several Soviet built TKS boats. As soon as we had left Kronstadt a group of enemy fighters attacked our boats with MG fire, bombs and rockets. All my boats were left unscathed, but two of the TKS boats were sunk and another was severely damaged.

After the air strike, it was clear that my task force lost the moment of suprise. However, we continued on our way in order to attack the enemy, as our orders had been strict and clear. At about 08:00 we met the first defence line, which consisted of eight enemy S-Boats. The German boats were much better armed than ours, but ours are much faster, thus we did not engage them but instead tried to break through their line. TKA 223 was hit by the Germans, but the boat stayed operational. TKA 230, however, was sunk, as the boat´s engine suffered a direct hit, slowing it down and turning it into easy prey. The TKS boats fared no better: Four were sunk and another three damaged and had to return home.

The losses were heavy, but at full speed we were able to break through the German S-Boats, which then turned around and followed us. We then conducted the attack as ordered in one amassed group of 36 boats. Soon after, though, German torpedo boats attacked us. TKA 223 finally lost its engine as the damage done before apparently hadn’t been noticed until then. The boat was hit by a single 10,5 cm shell and exploded. The very same fate met TKA 229 and six of the TKS boats.

By now I was the highest surviving officer and thus I ordered to split the force: Nine of the surviving TKS boats should engage the torpedo boats and then retreat, forcing the enemy to split their forces and hopefully disregard us. The TKS boats were, indeed, able to sink a torpedo boat and to damage another one. However, only three were able to return to their home port. The other boats were sunk by the torpedo boats and S-boats. We managed, however, to engage the enemy battlefleet: From great distance we launched our torpedoes, but one of the German helicopters reached us by then and fired six rockets at us. Five of them hit, sinking TKA 227, 228 and 226 as well as two of the TKS boats. As our torpedoes had all been shot and we had none left, we retreated. Luckily the gap from our earlier break-through was still wide open, so we could escape through it. One of our torpedoes hit and at least damaged a German Deutschland class pre-dreadnought.

TKA 222 and six TKS boats are still ready for action. The other boats were destroyed or are damaged.
Chapter II, Part 17: Skirmish of Wyborg, Part 2 New
Skirmish off Wyborg, September 5th 1944, Part 2

German Post Action Report

On September 4th the 6th Schnellbootflotille took position to shield the landing forces against possible attacks from Soviet torpedo cutters. My boats were the S-39, S-76, S-79, S-90, S-91, S-97, S-114, S-132 and S-135. In the morning hours, we received intelligence about a group of enemy torpedo cutters nearing us. We were able to get into a position from where we could intercept the enemy boats, which were more numerous – I estimated at least four times as much – than the forces at my disposal. Nevertheless, the fight didn’t last long as the enemy attacked with great speed. The enemy torpedo cutters were in no way armed like the Schnellboote and thusly tried to evade us rather than fighting us head-on. The Soviets did not cause much damage, but still one man was killed and three others wounded by their MG fire. S-76, S-91, S-97 and S-132 were able to sink enemy boats, S-132 two. The other boats were able to break through, but were pursued by our forces.

The next defensive line, the torpedo boats, were another obstacle in their way. Some of them fired their eels from greatest range before retreating. In the following melee eight cutters were sunk – six by the torpedo boats, another two by S-135 and S-90. Another group was able slip through our lines and again fired their torpedoes before retreating. None of the enemy torpedoes reached their target, though.

In direct engagements our guns were effective. However, our boats seem to need more firepower in the future, either to fight such masses of enemy boats more efficiently or in order to be better prepared for enemy boats with upgraded hardware. Because of that, I support the decision to build the class 140 S-boats again.

Signed, Korvettenkapitän Obermaier
Chapter II, Part 18: The First Swallows New
Runway, Amsterdam-Schiphol, September 6th 1944, 12:15

A Me 262 landed after its ferry flight from the factory. The pilot (U) was greeted by the group commander, Major Walter Nowotny (WN).

U: Hauptmann Uhse reports fit for duty, Herr Major!

WN: Excellent, Hauptmann. This was your first flight with this jet, wasn´t it?

U: No, sir. I already had two other planes ferried over here, but now I got my orders to report here for duty, as well.

WN: I see. Hmm. Did you engage with the enemy yet?

U: Not with this plane, no. But I was involved in some fights while flying the Bf 109 or the Fw 190.

WN: And?

U: Well, I was never shot down. Obviously.

WN: Wanna add another one to your ledger?

U: Jawoll!

WN: "Excellent. What do you think about this baby? The major nodded towards the Me 262 Schwalbe (Swallow).

U: It is an excellent plane. I really enjoy flying it, especially as I only flew piston engined planes before.

WN: I hear a ‘but’ hidden in that sentence.

U: Well, erm, yes. It´s no Eurofighter… The major had to laugh.

WN: I guess you´re right. Personally, I´d like to give every of ours such a beauty, but we have only a few and they are all needed elsewhere by pilots trained to fly them. We´d all need new training courses in order to be able to fly then and by then the war would probably be over already. Laughs. Besides, the production of the Eurofighter can only resume after several factories are built, which will last at least until next year.

U: Yes, sir. I know, sir, but a soldier can dream.

WN: Don't be so formal, Hauptmann, after all we're all pilots; here to supplement the UT planes. The Me 262 is the best plane we can produce currently, but I still think it will have a rather short career though, as it will be replaced as soon as the other planes currently being designed and built are ready. You see, this is still the Me 262 A-1a model, which engines are better but still, they´re only the Jumo 004 motors. The Me 262 B variant will be an all-day fighter with RADAR, HUD, Jumo 029 engines (GE J-49) with afterburners and the ability to carry AIM-9 Li Sidewinder missiles. And two BK-27 guns. They say, with some more modifications, Mach 1 could be achieved. I don´t know if that´s true…

In this moment, the alarm bells began to ring. Since the end of the 2nd battle of Britain no Allied plane had crossed the Channel, but apparently it was happening now.

WN: Hauptmann, do you have enough fuel?

U: Yes, sir!

WN: Then up into the air!

Thirty minutes later they were in the air. A group of Mosquitos had been discovered trying to attack the Phlipps factories in Eindhoven. And there they were, Hauptmann Uhse thought, and they noticed us. And while other planes may have had problems catching up with the enemy planes, the Me 262 certainly had none: A Mosquito only about 100 meters away. The four Mk 108 guns started shooting and soon the Hauptmann could see the result: The Mosquito went down with black smoke. Her first kill. When 16 of the 24 enemy planes had been shot down, they started to retreat.

Uhse and her fellow pilots followed the Mosquitos over the Channel now, but they were not allowed to enter British air space, so they would need to turn around soon. But then they were suddenly engaged by enemy jet fighters. Interesting, Hauptmann Uhse thought, Gloster Meteors. It was the only jet the Allies could field. One plane was in a good position behind the Hauptmann. A fast reaction was needed. The Me 262 could ascend much faster and higher than a Meteor. And indeed the enemy Meteor could not follow the Me 262 as Uhse ascended higher and higher: A turn to the right into the sun – and then a fast attack on the jet below. The Mk 108s fired again and the Gloster Meteor exploded.

But the Hauptmann had made a mistake. Behind the plane shot down was another Meteor. A first salvo barely missed the Me 262, yet a second never came. It looked like the guns had jammed. Only a second later another Me 262 appeared and fired the guns at the Meteor, which went down, leaving behind a black trail. After losing 6 Meteors, including another one for Uhse, for a badly damaged Me 262 the British planes retreated. As the fuel was low the Germans did the very same. And now the Hauptmann could recognize the plane that had saved her: It was the machine of the Major himself. He could now claim his 256th kill. But the kill of Hauptmann Beate Uhse was a special one: It was the first kill of a jet by another jet pilot, being her third. For the time being she was the best DT jet fighter pilot.
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Gerdauen air field. Army and Luftwaffe preparing for Operation Tannenberg.


Bf 109 G en route to attack Münster air raid bombers. The Swastikas could not have been repainted yet. May 31st, 1944.


FW 190-A in air combat over Münster, May 31st, 1944.


Me 262 A-1d at Schiphol, August 1st 1944.


Test flight Me 262 A-1d from Manching air base, July 1944 with GE J85 engines.
Messerschmidt Me 262 A-1d Schwalbe Data New
Me 262 A-1d with 2 J-85 engines:

- Much more reliable engines
- Much shorter take off (2.000 m)
- > 1.050 km top speed
- > 1.600 km range
- 4 MK 108 guns (as production of MK 213 C guns has not yet started in numbers
- 24 55 mm R4M or 76 Hydra 70 rockets
- Planned: introduction of AIM 9 LI missiles (8)
- originally planned: Introduction of RADAR, but reserved for C variant all weather fighter
- if needed: 2 250 kg bombs (role as bomber only theoretical)
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