RHoenig
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Joined: 12/8/2007 From: Germany Status: offline
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My granddad served in the german army. At first he was an instructor and later on got transfered to the eastern front. He didn´t tell a whole lot about his time in the war, but his unit was put on one of the flanks of the Kursk offensive. I guess, I can thank the Battle of the Bulge offensive, for him making it out of the war alive, as his unit was transfered to the west in order to, again, cover a flank of this offensive and this was, where he was taken prisoner (he served as VB, Vorgeschobenener Beobachter (basicly artillery spotter) for his battery of infantry guns). One thing always stuck in my memory. He said, that even in 1944, he was absolutely sure, Germany would win the war in the end. Then, after capture, he was marched to the french coast. While they marched towards the coast, they were passed in the other directions of seemingly endless columns of tanks and trucks and guns. Dozens, hundreds, thousands in his mind. This was when he went: "Ooooh kaaay, I don´t think we´ll gonna win this after all!" He pulucked cotton in Texas for a year and a half or so, and then worked on a french farm for another year before returning to my grandma in late 1946 Note: While my granddad belived in "us" winning the war, _his_ dad, my great-granddad, didn´t. He used to put up a worldmap, pointing at all the countries, Germany was at war with, and asked my granddad, if he realy believed, this tiny Germany could beat all those countries.
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"Tell the King: After the battle my head is at his disposal, during the battle he may allow me to use it! GenLt. Seydlitz to Frederik the Great after disobeying an order to attack R. Hoenig, Germany
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