SS“帝國”師 虎式坦克車長日記。102重型坦克營 編號232虎式。車長指揮他的車組參加了庫爾斯克（普羅霍羅夫卡）、哈爾科夫和諾曼底

Hello dear friends, today we will familiarize ourselves with the diary of a German tank crew member. The text shows perfectly the character of the author and his attitude toward the war. Joachim Scholl was a commander of a Panzer VI Tiger tank with the number 232 in the 2nd company of the 102 SS Panzer Battalion Das Reich. While he was not as famous as some other tank commanders, he managed to destroy 76 enemy tanks. Remember to rate this video, and here we go. Kursk, Operation Citadel This is the moment he decided to start his diary. July 10th, 1943 It is my first fight on a Tiger tank. All night I was reading and re-reading the instructions for the combat operation of this fighting vehicle. Looking back at the past training period, I replayed in my mind various situations. I feel very nervous. I do not remember such a strong concentration of forces on both sides since the beginning of Operation Barbarossa. Anyway, no need to torture myself. It will happen, and I have to do my best in this battle. There was nothing special about my first battle on the Tiger. Everything was normal. We were under fire for a few minutes, but the shelling was disorganized. Several projectiles hit the armor of my Tiger. It was not good news for me. We moved forward about 8 kilometers. The advance was badly slowed down by minefields and bothering enemy planes. Usha scored two victories, but I will nevertheless gain my hundred marks that we, me, Gert, and Usha had bet upon who would have the greatest combat score by war's end. It will be a new day tomorrow. July 11th and 12th Yes, I got my first victory. Okay, it was only a tractor pulling an artillery gun, but it's still a destroyed weapon. My gunner, Carl, shot about 30 rounds at it. Heaven only knows where he was trained to take aim. Usha scored three more hits. Borov was way ahead of me. I guess he got a much better gunner. I heard that we lost four Tigers in the minefields today. I've become very wary of moving forward. I am planning to pull back a bit and wait while Ulrich examines the advance route carefully. July 15th What a day! I think we knocked out five tanks today. In fact, I'm not sure exactly because there was so much dust and so many tanks around. It was hard to detect even a target. One moment in the battle, I almost ordered to open fire on our StuG. It seemed to me that it was the Russian one. I do know for sure that I destroyed a Russian self-propelled gun as it was only 15 meters in front of me. Its pieces flew even to my Tiger and banged on the armor. I mean, this is insane. During training, we were told that we were supposed to hit targets at long distances. It never had crossed my mind that they meant those distances. I think we also destroyed several of the enemy's anti-tank guns. As all of us, including Gerrits, Karl and me, were shelling their positions with high-explosive shells. July 16th It was another day in hell. The communists gave us hell on the field of battle. We destroyed a unit of enemy infantry attempting to outflank our grenadiers. We could hear even inside the Tiger our grenadiers cheerfully shouting each time another of our shells fell right into the middle of the Russians. With such backing, we felt great. Although I have to say that it was not a pleasure to watch body pieces flying all over the place. Our loader, Bertie, vomited twice straight into the empty shell storage cells. He's gonna clean it up himself. Another night has come. I'm trying to sleep. I doubt I'm gonna make it. I cannot get a good night's sleep for three days. July 19th This fight isn't going well for us. I heard rumors that the Russian troops are here much larger than expected. I also heard that the army tank battalions of Tiger tanks engaged in fighting far ahead are already suffering heavy losses. It's disturbing and frightening. Our position is nearly overwhelmed by Russian troops. We requested artillery and air support as we were running low on high-explosive shells. We managed to push about 2,000 Russians into a ravine by crossfire. We had already reloaded our machine gun belts three times and three times replenished our stock of high-explosive shells. I had never witnessed so much blood before. Bert leaned down and yelled in my ear until he figured out the reason for my condition. It was a day I'll never forget. July 20th We had an anti-tank shell hit our side armor today. It broke the protective visor over the track. What we thought it was the end in that our track was torn up. But our driver, Robert, said that the Tiger was still running and handling well. In the meantime, Usha dispatched two shells one by one at the position of the anti-tank guns and destroyed both of them. We have not yet moved to Prokhorovka. The Communists hold very strong defenses there. I don't believe we are going to take that settlement. We destroy the enemy's assault guns in large numbers. Usha said that we wouldn't count them in our bet. This made me upset and angry since I am already ten victories behind him in this case. July 21st It's nine o'clock in the morning. Can you imagine it? Our terror-causing tank has broken down. Robert believes it's a transmission problem. We are waiting to be evacuated to a repair shop. I hope we don't have to change to a Panzer III or anything like that while we wait for our tank to be fixed. 11 a.m. We are getting towed to the repair shop by a Tiger tank from the 503rd Battalion. The crew has known us for quite some time. Their commander was killed recently, so I leave them alone with their thoughts. 2 p.m. We arrived at the repair shops. There are eight Tigers in line for repairs from different units. Some of them had numerous projectile damage marks on their armor, so I thought we were still the lucky ones. I approached Johan Fohn. He had recently graduated and married a Chinese woman he met during his studies in Berlin. Right now, he's just a silly 20-year-old kid. I have no intention of getting married until the war is over. The repairman said we had to wait about three days for them to get our tank in order, so we reported to headquarters and asked for a little rest. I need to rest. I see those mutilated bodies in the ravine to this day. July 23rd Something happened to us. We were driving back to our unit. The road took us through a small village. Robert spotted one of the policemen kicking an old Russian man. He jumped out of the vehicle and ran the policeman to the ground. The policeman's fellow came over, and Robert was taken away, probably for charging. Oh, great. I was left without a driver, because three policemen are trying to extend their influence everywhere and anywhere. I went up to the second policeman and said that if they wouldn't return Robert to me, I would take them to the front line and show them that ravine with the mutilated bodies. In return, the policeman shrugged his shoulders and said he had seen things worse. Where can these policemen see worse things if they have never been on the front line? But I refused to argue, and Robert was released by our commander. July 24th Robert came back again, having some pretty noticeable scratches on his face. He'd probably gotten a kick out of the policeman. They let him go without permission to leave the location of his unit. Where is he supposed to go? I mean, how can he possibly leave the location of his unit? I made a complaint alleging that Robert suffered physical injuries that seriously impede his ability to do his job. Our tank still hasn't been repaired. The chief engineer said it will take two more days to repair. I am very upset. Usha during this time has made more in the number of victories. July 25th Finally, our tank is repaired. The mechanics worked all night, because the strongest special order came to return all tanks to the front urgently. Generally, the things are going quite badly. On our way back, we got an order to tow another damaged Tiger for repair. Excellent. It turned out to be Usha's tank. Now I have a great chance to overtake him in terms of results. We made jokes on our way to the repair shop. Sometimes he was angry about the mess that was going on at the front. He said that no one knows the whereabouts of neighboring units, and the Russians are pressing in like a solid brown wall. In his words, the Russians are completely ignoring their losses. Sadly, our forces are pretty beaten up too. He also mentioned that there were only three tanks left in the second company. July 27th I didn't hit any targets today. We have been shooting all day, but because of the thick dust clouds and smoke, I have no idea what we have hit there, or if we have hit anything at all. I am very tired, and the crew is pretty tired too. Robert has twice almost fallen asleep on the move. Carl said we wiped out a couple of guns, one T-34 and a lot of infantry. I can't confirm any of that though, but I'll make these victories known anyway, as I'm still in this contest for 200 marks. July 28th Today we were ordered to withdraw and regroup. It was the first time since the beginning of Operation Citadel that I had seen the whole company in full formation. We lost a few tanks, most of them due to technical problems, but some were destroyed in minefields. Young Geert was badly wounded and was sent to Berlin. Usche said that Geert's right arm would be cut off, and the bet would now remain just between the two of us. I said that Usche had won the bet, and we would have a new one when Geert came back. In fact, I didn't have such a great need for a hundred marks yet. We are heading back to the city of Belgrade. We met a group of infantrymen on our way. They seemed tired and sad. I felt sorry for them, so I asked them to climb up on the armor. They settled down behind the turret. Robert talked all the way until Carl and I grew impatient and told him to shut up. As an officer I wasn't supposed to do that. I hadn't lost control myself, but after this month of fighting, I would never be the same anymore. Battles for Kharkov and Bobrisk Kharkov August 21st, 1943 We retreated and fought for two days. There was some damage to our tank, but it was nothing serious that would affect its operational capability. Carl is becoming a great gunner. He is still not so confident with targets at long ranges, but today he hit a T-34 at a distance of 1800 meters. He makes me very proud of him. He destroyed four tanks today before their crews had a chance to figure out who was firing at them. This is our best day so far. I suppose our bet with Usha is not going to be finalized that fast. I currently have 18 confirmed destroyed enemy tanks behind me. In addition, over 50 guns and other equipment and a lot of Russian soldiers. Usha said he already has 30 destroyed Russian tanks behind him, but I know he is cunning and claims destroyed guns as destroyed tanks. August 22nd Today we got two hits in frontal armor. One of them hit the observation device of our driver. I don't want to imagine what Robert felt. Glad that my position in the battle is not right next to him. We feel much more confident now because none of those T-34s are able to hit through the frontal armor. Three guns were destroyed by Carl today, as well as several loaded trucks. We already got a nickname, Truck Specialists. So what can I do? Where can I find a few normal tanks if they have been out of sight for a long time? I cannot find the right words to say about my commander who sent us far ahead as part of a platoon. August 23rd I wiped out my last entry in my diary. Today our tank was assigned as leader because our previous leader, Young Fawn's Tiger, got stuck in a ravine. Idiot! Our Tiger had already been hit at least ten times today, and each hit was followed by a loud metallic sound. One of the shells made a hole in the ammunition box. We destroyed two T-34s, a gun, and five more trucks. I hinted to the commander that I wasn't keen on being the leading tank. He laughed and told me to take it easy. And I do worry. August 24th That idiot Fawn pushed his Tiger into the mud so that the gun buried itself in the ground almost half its length. The mechanics managed to get everything of value off the tank before the crew destroyed it. It's unforgivable carelessness and waste. In a time when we so badly need all of the tanks we have, my Tiger is under repair again. There's a small problem with the fuel system. It shouldn't take long. I had a talk with a guy from a new battalion equipped with Panther tanks. He mentioned that their tanks were no worse than the Tiger's, as long as they were running. I laughed at that, and laughed until he said that he had destroyed about a hundred Russian tanks. Bertie and Osha said he must be lying, and that they only heard of Carius and Nipsel from the army battalions fighting on Panthers, getting any closer to that number of victories. August 25th. There was a big battle today. We lost several medium tanks. There were no Tigers lost. I was again the rear of the platoon. I couldn't hit many tanks from this position, but I didn't have any hits either, except the machine gun and rifle hits. When the Tiger was on the move, I couldn't even hear those hits, but I could definitely see the tracers approaching us from all sides. After a couple of our shots, the shelling ceased. I guess the Russians are afraid of the Tigers. Everyone we see on our way is running away wherever they can. The leading Tigers have already destroyed a large number of T-34s and guns. Osha even shot up a couple of those new KV-1 box-like tanks. It was easy, he said, because they are so tall. They are visible from several kilometers away. August 27th. We broke down again. Problems with the transmission again. The engine also runs somehow abnormal. Robert says there's dirt accumulated in the carburetor. I'm not very good with these things. I have no inclination for mechanics. We were towed back towards Kharkov, back to the location of the repair base. We were going to have some beers tonight. I can't wait anymore. August 28th. I failed to drink a beer. We were given a new Tiger and sent back to the front lines. The Russians made a massive attack on our positions. They kept up artillery fire on us for several hours. I do not like artillery bombardment, as I have no means of doing anything about it. Our artillery fired in return. I hope they hit the Soviet artillery positions. We were waiting in a small wood along with Thomas and Paul. Thomas had just recently joined us at the front, and Paul had already hit one KV-1. Osha was right. The KV-1 is an easy target. While Paul reloaded, we hit the KV-1 too. We also destroyed two guns and our now routine norm of trucks. August 29th. Today we had to retreat. The impression is that the Russians have an endless number of soldiers and tanks, and they are running into us one wave after another. There were at least several hundred T-34s and KV-1s on the battlefield. I was pretty scared. It was the first time I felt like I was done here. I would not like to be left for dead in Russia. Karl kept firing until we ran out of shells. After that, we had nothing to do but turn around and pull back to our infantry positions. We saw a group of infantrymen coming toward us to cover us from the advancing Russians. After this episode, I had the respect and gratefulness for these men. August 30th. We talked with Usha and Paul for a long time today about yesterday's events. They believe we need more Tigers. I agreed. Paul said that the idea is good as long as the Russians don't have a tank that is equally strong. I made up my mind that this diary would never leave my breast pocket. Usha was given a Panzer assault badge, and we were all honored with war merit crosses. I am very proud about that. Obrisk. October 3rd, 1943. It was another big battle. I was sick of being on the defensive, though it's easier to destroy the enemy in defense. Berdy camouflaged our Tiger. The frost is severe today. I have three coats on, and I am almost hardly scribbling these lines as my fingers are not bending at all. October 5th. We are still in ambush, and the fallen snow makes us almost invisible. We have heard that tomorrow there will be a battle as our reconnaissance men have found a concentration of Russian troops to the east of us. I cannot realize how these Russians can even think of fighting in such weather. October 6th. It seems that the reconnaissance men were right. The cowardly Russians made an attempt to attack us this morning. Our camouflage did a great job. We killed them with machine guns before they realized what was going on. I think they assumed that they were just machine gun crews because their T-34s kept coming at us without slowing down until Paul and I threw off our camouflage and pulled our Tigers towards them. We managed to get three of them down when they finally realized the situation and started to retreat. We pursued them to the end of the hill and left them to our infantry. We were still keeping up a fire on them, but they were falling back on the reverse with as much speed as they had been advancing a few minutes before. We chased up the retreating Russian infantry, which was not so fast, and moved through their lines. There was already a considerable amount of frozen blood on the track guards. October 8th. We had the superiority today. The Russian Cossacks were advancing on us today. The overheating of the barrels of our machine guns was extreme. Osha commented that the barrel of our hull-mounted machine gun was as red as the Communist flag. The day after we returned, we changed the barrels of all our machine guns. Verdi was displeased that he had to go outside all the time and fix the camouflage in the cold. I made it clear to him that he was the youngest among us. He had the lowest rank, and furthermore, it was his direct duty. We pushed him outside, and after five minutes of his moaning, we went out to help him. We were wrong to do that. I heated up for an hour afterward. October 9th. Our tank was totally frozen today. We used a flamethrower to melt the ice and mud that blocked the tracks. Ulrich snatched a portable heater from the Luftwaffe communications station. I suppose they were not very happy about it, but the heater fit very nicely in our ammunition box. We changed the barrels on the machine guns, and together with Paul we destroyed a Russian artillery battery. This was such an easy thing to do. We just climbed to the top of the hill and fired on it from there. It was wonderful to see the guns that had been bothering us blown to pieces. What I especially enjoyed was the second explosion when their shells detonated. October 10th. Paul and I were given orders to annihilate several more Russian artillery batteries. Three armored personnel carriers with infantry were sent from the division to help us. A Luftwaffe reconnaissance officer reported that he had found two batteries of rocket porters ten kilometers away from us on the top of a hill. With ease we destroyed the rocket launchers, which exploded into fireballs. For fun, Usha aimed at a concentration of trucks that I think were carrying the rockets. A powerful explosion destroyed and crushed everything in and near the trucks. It melted the snow around the Russian positions for a considerable distance. The infantry, assisted by us, finished the crushing of the Russians. October 11th. We were totally frozen. At night, the temperature fell below 20 degrees Celsius. The fuel is frozen in the engine, and the tracks were completely icy. In addition, a blizzard came through just now. I don't think the Russians will launch an attack today. I think I want to go to Africa. October 12th. We're still frozen. The snow was so deep that it is quite a problem in moving around. We were attacked by Cossacks today, but we beat off their attack. It is rumored that we will be moved near Kiev. There are large heaters around the tank in an attempt to thaw it out. October 16th. Ulrich got frostbite. It looks terrible. The medics treated his wounds hastily, but his left arm is inoperable. Still, in that condition, though, he can handle a radio and a machine gun. Finally, our Tiger was unfrozen, and we wiped out another artillery battery that the Russians had set up behind the farm. It was easy. The Russians made such a noise with their truck engines that they never even heard us coming. Only three shells and one machine gun belt were enough to destroy them. The infantry captured a dozen prisoners. Some of them were almost children. This led to the thought that if the Russians started using children, the state of their forces was not so good. October 24th. The fighting in our area has subsided, so we are being moved to help the forces near Kiev. I feel bad for the mechanics who have to change tank tracks in the cold. I was seriously afraid of being left without tracks if the shelling starts now. I don't even want to think about it. November 3rd, 1943. We engaged in a battle on the way from the arrival station. The Russians advanced pretty far. We regained control, but the situation is still serious. We launched our attack at night. I like the local nights in contrast to the local frost. The snow gives us easy target recognition. We open fire straight at a concentration of Russian infantry. I hope none of them were kids like the ones we saw among the prisoners at Babruisk. November 5th. It was another day of severe fighting. We had a mission for 14 hours with no break. The Russians won't let us through that easily. I destroyed two more KV-1s and one gun. Carl got them at long distance. He is becoming more and more skillful, taking aim at long range. It seems we have some problem with the turret pivot mechanism. I am quickly detecting the targets, but by the time the turret is turning around, the target is either gone or has already been destroyed by someone else in our company. Robert believes it's the grease that's frozen. November 6th. Today we find ourselves in the midst of the battle. The Russians are coming at us from all over. We got about ten hits on various parts of the Tiger. I hate that metallic sound when a shell hits the armor. We had a good fight. We destroyed three T-34s and lots of guns and trucks. We came across a crowd of Russian infantrymen. By the time we opened fire on them, they almost wiped us out. All around us it was chaos. I accept congratulations from the commander and OSHA, although they destroyed more tanks today than I did. I realized that the second bet was not a good idea. November 9th. I am very proud today. I was awarded the Iron Cross second class for battles I fought a few days ago. OSHA and Paul both gave me congratulations. All of us are being assigned to form our own battalion. We are to be called the 102nd SS Heavy Panzer Battalion Das Reich. Good. With our new Tigers we have to return to Moscow to join the battle. On November 11th, his Tiger was hit during the fighting on the outskirts of Kiev. The crew left the tank. The Russian infantry opened fire. Berdy and Ulrich were not wounded. Joachim was shot in the right leg. Karl was wounded in the shoulder and Robert was tragically killed at once. They made it to their troops and were sent to Berlin for treatment and they spent Christmas in the hospital. After treatment, they were sent to Italy where the new 102nd SS Heavy Panzer Battalion Das Reich was being formed. A period of reorganization in Italy and military service in France before the allied landings in Normandy. Italy January 3rd, 1944 It has come to our attention that the African corps has surrendered. I am not glad about that at all. Things are getting very bad. The pain I have in my right leg is almost gone, something that can't be said for my heart. Our new driver is arriving today with the rest of the battalion. There are so many young men in the arriving reinforcements. It worries me that if we are so much dependent on young recruits already, it means that our losses at the front are very high indeed. It should be noted that the Hitler youth are great fighters, so it's not all bad. This is such a boring place. The Italian soldiers like our tank. Many of them take pictures in front of it. I do not enjoy taking pictures. This place is still very boring. The nearest town is 20 kilometers away, but we are not allowed to go there. In any case, it is better somewhere else than on the cold eastern front. January 4th Today, I got to know our new driver. His name is Helmut. He was assigned to us from the Totenkopf Division, and he is older in age than I am. He has been fighting in Russia and seems to be a great guy who knows perfectly how the Tiger operates. I am very pleased as many others got timid young kids. I was assigned to the second company of our new battalion. We were given a new Tiger and assigned to the number 232. It had a zimmerit coating over the entire hull. This is for mine countermeasures and camouflage coloring. I liked it. Osha wandered around and showed off that he had painted rings and destroyed targets on the gun of his Tiger. He began to tease me and said that I shouldn't worry about it because it was necessary to draw only rings according to the number of destroyed tanks, and I, as we know, am a truck specialist, not a tank guy. I decided to draw rings of destroyed targets,too. That's about 27 tanks in all, but I decided to draw a truck with the number 100 inside to provoke Osha. We made another bet with him before going to France. January 6, 1944. We are ready to be sent to France. There we would practice and train to repel a possible American and British landing in France. Osha said he had a conversation with a Panzer IV loader who had served in the African Corps. The man told him that American and British tanks can be very easy to destroy, especially those called Shermans. He said they burst into flames from the first hit. The African Corps soldiers call them Tommy Cookers because the crews never practically have time to leave the tank when it catches fire. I prepared myself to face them in the future. Osha said that American and British tanks can't break through any point in the Tiger's armor at all. It looks like we will have a good time with them. January 10. We are taken by rail to France. That's great. It is almost like being at home in Berlin. I went on a holiday somewhere. This is a nice, comfortable passenger train. They feed us very well, and we have plenty of time to catch a good night's sleep. I won 150 marks playing cards. I feel great. It's the first time since our first bet that I have beaten him to win his money, even if it was just playing cards. The spirit of our battalion is very high. I feel just fine. My leg pain is finally gone. We smuggled a lot of wine onto the train, which we bought from an Italian farmer. Tonight we intend to get drunk. It is still two days' way to France. January 11. Oh, what a headache. This Italian wine is so mild, but you lose control of yourself completely after two bottles. Take my advice. Don't drink on the train. Now I have a noise and a ringing in my head. We are already in Germany. The landscape is different. There are craters and bomb damage all around the Ruhr. Paul says the Americans are bombarding us continuously. I must not forget to talk to a Luftwaffe liaison officer about it. I had a nice talk with our new commander. His name is Thomas. He is young, but ambitious. He goes with our platoon. I think his Tiger will be on my left flank. It seems to me that I can trust him. France. January 13th, 1944. So, we are here in France. Four years had passed since I had been here for the last time. Over that time, I've changed from a small box like Panzer II to a Tiger tank. I wish I had a Tiger back then, four years ago. I gambled my money away playing cards last night. Note to self, you never play cards with Osha again if you've already beaten him once. Also, destroy as many tanks as possible so you don't see that nasty grin on his face and earn the moniker Truck Killer. January 16th. The tank is ready. We are off to do maneuvers in cooperation with the local infantry regiment. It would be a great experience for them to engage in combat alongside our Tigers. We were warned that we should have a good tank guard organized, as there are quite a few partisans around. They call themselves a resistance movement and can be quite dangerous. I am finding that hard to believe. I think that if they are so capable of resisting, why didn't they do it four years ago? If things were as they told us, we would not be enjoying the French wine now. January 17th. The military training went pretty well. We would have performed even better if Tomas hadn't chosen the wrong direction and almost got stuck in the mud. I would not like to be in his shoes now. There was a rumor that we may be sent to the Eastern Front again. That's not good news at all. There are too many bad memories I have with the Eastern Front. We decided to name our new Tiger Freda, in honor of the mother of the fallen Robert. We agreed it was a good name. I miss Robert. We better be careful. I heard there's a homosexual in First Company. I don't want to give him any idea that I'm one of them since I don't have a significant other. I must find a sweetheart as soon as possible. January 19th I have a birthday. We had a few shots that night celebrating my 30th birthday. My crew presented me with a new diary, with the rune Das Reich on the cover. I'm very pleased with it. It has a black leather cover and it fits in my breast pocket. Osha presented me with a model of the truck, Hog. That guy's really got a nerve. I also got new gloves. I hope it's not for sending me to Russia and a new pencil set. The birthday celebration went much better this year than last year. My morale is still great despite rumors of an upcoming transfer to Russia. January 21st We moved on our tank to some small farm. The British fighters and bombers in the sky are getting to be a common thing. Today we saw a Messerschmitt in the sky. It was the first plane we had seen since the day we arrived in France. I'm beginning to lose sight of what the Luftwaffe even looks like. January 23rd We're still performing our maneuvers in the rain. I hate this. It means Bertie is going to clean the tank when we get back. He still moans if I order him to do something like that. But now his moaning is much quieter. I have already had some nightmares about my days on the eastern front. Each one showed torn bodies and dead soldiers. Tomorrow I'll discuss it with the physician. May 23rd 1944 We trained today. My Tiger was repaired and I was glad to settle into my seat after a four-week break. We are on the march again. There's speculation and rumors of an allied invasion at Calais are going strong still. I hope this is true as the expectation and inactivity has begun to weigh me down. I've had enough of training with wooden targets. Another reinforcement has headed for the eastern front. I saw them. They are very young. But they are eager to fight. June 1st 1944 We're on the move again. The commanders believe we should expect the allies to come in this week. I don't think so. The weather's terrible. For three days now it's been raining like hell and the wind's getting worse. The good news is that the rain has washed our tank. Bertie's got a cold. They've put him in quarantine. This week is terribly boring. The latest replenishment seems to me to be a little too eager to fight. I think they will be killed in the first battles. We were ordered to paint over our rings of destroyed targets that we had put on the barrel of the gun at one time. They explained it was for camouflage purposes. That's absurd, but an order is an order, so I sent Bertie to paint over the rings. June 4th. Today we pushed closer to the town of Calais. I hate redeployment on the railroad, as our tank needs to have its tracks changed and the outer row of rollers removed. The mechanics stacked the removed rollers on the back of the hull, something I am not very happy to take up there also these two-ton tracks. We were eager to face these British and American tanks, about which the Italians said were for the order to be sent to the front. The more rapid divisions are already there. The lucky ones. The allies intensified their aviation operations and we were unfortunate to be in of the front line. We have to reach their tomorrow night. If things go well and none of us dies from enemy planes. June 最後我們到達了前線 我們的第一個任務在幾個月內 卡爾失去了目標 並讓兩個Churchill的戰車離開 什麼笨蛋 最終一個戰車被擊敗 再加上兩個小的武裝人員 這很不錯 可以恢復戰鬥運動 否則我們太放鬆了 我們失去了另一個戰車 結果發生了風暴 我們的彈藥供應車 被困在了某個地方 並沒有顯示 因此我們的進步 比我們所期望的迅速 6月14日 我們坐在森林裏 我們被擊敗了 在英國軍隊附近的 計劃行動 還沒有開始 至少我們有充滿彈藥 我聽說奧迅今天 毀了6個目標 他現在在我前面 看來我快要失去 我的100分了 我們還沒有發射 兩天 我們擊敗了 幾個武裝人員 用機器槍 6月15日 今天我們進行了 攻擊一個英國軍隊 卡爾最終開始 集中他的目標 我們毀了 4個Cromwell的戰車 和6個戰車 英國軍隊召集了軍隊 飛進來的飛機 開始炸燬我們的森林 但奧迅進行了 出色的行動 把我們迫出火坑 現在天黑了 我認爲我認識了 另一個好地方 爲了防止襲擊 我計劃在那裏 帶我的軍隊 爲了防止襲擊 我們加入了 幾個Panzer IV 來自Hitlerjugend的 軍隊 我喜歡這些年輕人 很擅長戰鬥 儘管他們年輕 我們打算用他們 作爲詐騙 把英國進入我們的困境 我們的軍隊 現在只剩下 兩個Tiger 我們和Thomas 我們丟失了 兩個新的彈藥 在之前的襲擊中 受到重新支援 6月16日 我們的計劃成功了 那些愚蠢的盟友 趕赴了Hitlerjugend的 我們丟失了一個 它的軍隊 繼續戰鬥 像普通的軍隊 我們毀了 三個Sherman的彈藥 我認爲 它們是法國彈藥 因爲它們有 大,紅,白,藍 證明詞 和法國名字 Thomas 擊毀了 另外四個彈藥 後來 其他彈藥都被擊毀了 我們必須 趕快找到新的 襲擊地點 以免受到 襲擊 我們很快 就要回到基地 復原彈藥和 彈藥 6月17日 我們回到 總部 我被聘用 Oscher的公司 並且獲得了 Hauptsturmführer的職位 當然 我很高興 但我還不知道 我爲什麼 獲得了下一個職位 那裏 在Liebstandarte 他們說 Wittmann 清理了 一大堆的 盟友 他很幸運 他們說 英國人 正在 往下走 我希望 我也有這樣的目標 雖然 有那麼多 敵人的彈藥 Oscher說 我們很容易 能做到 Wittmann做的 英國人 已經 移民到 Kaine 城市 所以我們也 必須 前進 6月19日 我們今天 又失去了 兩個 彈藥 我們的航母 今天又失去 我們很滿意 我從來沒有 看到過 一枚 在天空上的航母 從我們的盟友 飛過來 他們去哪了 我們的艦長 已經 向 那肥豬 投訴了 他肯定 能躲 在地下室 的航母 如果他能 通過 門 6月20日 我今天 那些是 克拉姆威爾和 湯米克克 英國人 完全 沒有 注意他們的 損失 他們今天 攻擊了 三次 每次 損失 越來越多的 我從來沒有 這麼有效率 在東方 我們沒有 失去 一枚 蛇 我看到了 那些新的 王蛇 我希望 我從來沒有 服役過 那些 這些 我們部隊的 大多在這裏 6月21日 我毀了 另一枚 蛇 英國人 又開始 攻擊 我沒有 看到 一枚 英國人 飛行器 猜猜 蓬佩奧 可能收到了 我們的信 我們 丟失了 一枚 蛇 因爲 破綻 我希望 他們 早些時候 Helmut Juergens和Driver Ulrich Ganscheim 都在這次攻擊中被擊敗 Joachim的日記被找到 並在他被調查後還給他 有可能是一名加拿大戰略負責人 複述了他對Goring的評論 並在加拿大新聞報道中使用了 不過,這還沒有證實 Joachim被送到 榮譽的納粹POW營地 因爲他是一名Waffen-SS官員 一開始,供應商幾乎擊敗了他 對Goring的負面評論 但當他解釋了 這只是他對Luftwaffe的態度 並繼續在那些評論中 擊敗了Allied的戰鬥 他就變得更好 Luftwaffe的偵察員 並沒有發聲 他對營地的時間 非常瞭解 儘管保護員是 非常討厭Nazis的波蘭人 他對自己的國家人感到更加疑惑 Joachim在1946年離開營地 永遠留在了加拿大 他有一段長的生活 他在87歲時在2001年2月死亡 今天就到此爲止 如果你喜歡這個視頻 請給這個視頻點贊 並支持這個頻道 並訂閱這個頻道 再見,大家 我們很快再見