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Secrets of June 22: the war truth – the Russians and Ukrainians were at war together against fascism. Chapter XIII

“When I remember the fights on “blue line”, the putrid smell starts to pursue me.
Summer of the forty third year. It is the heat. 35 degrees in some days. Corpses in some hours are extremely inflated. The clothes burst. Not to breathe freely. The noise and rumble start in the head. The midges fly before eyes. Feel sick.

And once, I remember, we were taken from a front line on rest, to the back. We departed on three kilometres. Soldiers started reeling. And slightly later they went as drunk at all. So the fresh air affected.

Were we near the Russian farms on the northernmost tip of Taman Peninsula. And we were supported by a female aviation regiment of night-intruders. Temryuk was behind us, Taman was behind the passage. The night-intruders helped us to force the Strait of Kerch. We landed in the Opasnoe settlement.

Soon everything calmed down. The Germans had a powerful defence. They didn't pass us further. They equipped the command point and observation posts of artillery on Mitridat mountain - our positions were well looked through from there. From time to time they conducted the attacks. They, probably, had no lack of shells yet.

We were dug round. We took defence on a counterattack case.
Once, when I was on duty in a trench of our platoon, the operators and officers came from a division staff to a first line to us. It was at night. They established a handheld transceiver. Sit and observe. I look, they began to show impatience. They say: “When they will appear?” – “Who?”, I ask. “Who … Our U-2. The girls spotters”.
It appeared, our heavy artillery came to positions and was going to fire at the German defence. For exact firing more exact coordinates were necessary to batteries.

I then say to them: “Do you know that every twenty minutes our positions are flown by “night lamp”?” The Germans had such night fighter, two-engined “Messershmitt”. “And what? – “How, I speak, what?!” One of officers looked at me and says: “You, the sergeant, do your business. Watch the German trenches and keep silence. And here it is not your business”.
And here what turned out.

Our girls appeared. They shook the wings to us. Then departed. The plane went to the German party. And suddenly in the back! there was a messer. This night fighter didn't hoot as other planes, but whistled. As though there were no motors, but whistles. “Well, companions officers, here the German!” I speak. They are silent. Silently observe, wait what will be. And I already know what.

I never saw such fighters before the Crimea. They fly at a fearful rate, as the mad! Aha, it came, I look, the route from it went towards our girls. About one minute passed. The motor of our U-2 is audible. It rumbles. But it started reddening in the sky. We already knew it: when the plane lights up at night, the sky becomes crimson.
I say to officers: “That's all”. They are silent. They exchange words about something only among themselves.

But it was not all.
And we look, our girls pull back. They don't want to land in the back of the Germans. The plane burns. Directly all flares. Burning pieces fall off it and down fall. They should jump out already. But as it became clear, they had no parachutes. And absolutely slightly didn't hold on, fell in thirty meters from our trench, on a neutral strip. The plane continued to burn.
Here all our boys jumped: what is it? They began to look. I got on parapet and company commander to me: “Where are you?” “There. To them”. “And somebody allowed you?”

I listen to the commander of a company and see that he is nervous strongly. “Or are you blind? No! You have to be here! In the trench!” And used foul language on boys! They stuck round the parapet too. I struck a foot someone's kettle and left. And he never used a foul language, we didn't hear such word from the company commander. The senior lieutenant was the reserved person, from the teachers.

It is a pity for girls. Nobody came. Everything is silent. Only the plane burns down, cracks. Boys are silent. Every morning the boys took the flowers to the girls. In gratitude for support. How desperately they supported us from air during the passage speeding up, how drummed the Germans… I don't know.

Twenty minutes passed. Also we hear, rumbles one more “duck” flies. As though everything repeats. Everything as in dream. Girls flew a neutral strip. And again - here it is! - the night fighter intercepted them. Its machine guns started to work. And again sky reddened. The plane fell in the German territory.

We sit in a trench and are silent. Nobody sleep any more. Here our sergeant-major woke up also. He began to use foul language. Also uses foul language as though on someone from our fighters, but when you will listen - on staff officers, on our general stupidity.
And we sit silently. We wait. Our third plane flies! And here again we think “night lamp” will appear. We listen: don’t it whistles, the damned? No, it is silent. Girls flew in the depth of the German defence. Here the staff officers began to move.

But this time occurred here that. The Germans passed our “duck” through a front line. But it flew nearby. We hear the antiaircraft guns began to work. And antiaircraft calculations worked skillfully at them. They switched a searchlight, intercepted the girls at once and started shooting precisely. And soon brought down also the third plane.
One hour passed – there are no our three crews.

Already the officers-gunners speak: “Really they will send more?” All officers gathered near a handheld transceiver. The commander of our regiment came. He was the good man. He came, looked at soldiers. Those sigh, gasp. How to outlive that?! All look at the watch.
One matter when the men perish, the soldiers. We already got used somehow to it. War – the soldiers have to perish. Today or tomorrow any of us … But when the women perish … Here not any heart will bear it. Yes. And what do you think? Twenty minutes passed - they fly. Well, I think, what will be now? What will be the death for them?

Only they flew through a neutral strip, we hear the messer whistled. This time it flew from the sea. It was attached in a tail and fired. This “duck” lit up also.
Spotters left. And our officers left. Soldiers dispersed too on a trench and settled. But what is the dream? They saw enough …

And I think: I will go nevertheless when it is not light. I got out of a trench, went. It is the corn field. The plane already burned down. Girls lay nearby.
They were thrown out. Lie without parachutes. One was in a gray overcoat – the junior lieutenant. Her anklebone burst to a bone because of the blow about the earth. Or it was cut than. I lifted firstly her. I took on hands, carried from the plane. While, I think, it is cool. And when the sun will ascend, the corpses will swell. The feet of another girl burned. Smoldered. She was dressed in a leather jacket. There were the straps on a jacket shoulder - the senior lieutenant. I extinguished her feet. I found any rags, threw at feet, dragged her also away, in corn. It began to dawn. And I knew: the hunting snipers begin the hunter in the mornings - it was necessary to leave. But if I came, I will take away documents, I thought. It is so necessary. Documents, awards. The senior lieutenant was awarded by two awards of Patriotic war, an award of the Red Star and, in my opinion, Alexander Nevsky. And the medal “For Courage”. I found a nasal kerchief in her pocket.

I spread that kerchief on the earth, put everything in it: awards, documents, letters. And another, the junior lieutenant, as I already told, was in an ordinary gray overcoat. Not in the flight one. But the overcoat was the officer. She had two Red Stars and one award of Patriotic war.

I put them nearby as the sisters. I broke corn and covered them above. That the flies didn't climb strongly and the sun not so scorched.
I spread back. I came crawling. Towards commander of a platoon: “Where did you go?” I speak: “To the plane". “Well? What is there?” “I brought the documents”. – “You were asked by the commander of a company? The sergeant, you will be punished. “Well”. “On the one hand, you, the sergeant, of course, were correct. But on the other …” The platoon commander moralized me, looked in eyes and speaks: “Eh, what a pity the girls! All right, bear all this in a regiment staff”.
It was more than three kilometres to a regiment staff. I came. I reported. Chief of a staff of a regiment major Kadushkin: “You, the companion sergeant, why did you come?” “I went to the plane”. He looks at me, waits what I will tell further. All regiment knows already about the planes brought down in the night. Probably, as well as I, didn't sleep all night long, worried. “Here, I say, I brought”. Also I put a small knot on a table. He untied it, looks. Touches awards, reads documents and keeps silence. Sighs. Turns away. Here the commander of the regiment colonel Polevik enters. He looked at me, at documents, sat down on a bench and speaks: “Where are the women-pilots? “ “There, I say, lie in the field”. “Didn't bury?” “No, I say, had no time, began to dawn”. “Go back and bury them. You will report on execution”.

I went back. I took a shovel in trench. I spread on a neutral strip. Soon reached the girls. My heart began to tremble. According to documents I understood that the junior lieutenant was the Ukrainian. And the senior lieutenant was the Russian. Her name was Galina. I can't remember their surnames.

Earth was firm like a stone. I tried it with a shovel. I think, here I will be busy till the evening and the corpses absolutely will swell. As I only thought about it, as the heavy shell sounded over the head and fell nearby. I waited when the splinters will fall down, spread to a funnel. The shell fell well. In five metres from the road. The road is on the Russian farms. I expanded this funnel with a shovel. And before it when I only got into a funnel, a bullet strike to my boot. Aha, I think, the sniper marked me. Now I will watch.

All right. And how to carry the girls here under fire of the sniper? Bodies already began to smell. Those whose foot dispersed to a bone, worms already appeared. And the sniper shoots – no possibility to raise the head. I found a wire. I tied with this wire firstly the one girl and dragged her in a funnel. Then another. Covered with earth. But it didn't manage to be dug completely the grave. It was necessary to rise though to rise on knees. And try to rise on a neutral strip. The sniper waits your head…

I came crawling in the trench. I went to a regiment staff. I specified on the map that place where I buried them. And I was ordered to dig a grave properly. And I would go there all the same even if they didn't order. Because I didn't complete the work.

The night came. We still stood in defence. And I again went to the burned-down plane. This time nobody disturb me. I made the good grave. Made a hillock with stones. I gathered the stones near the road and imposed them around. That it was beautiful and perceptible.
I returned to a staff in the morning, reported. And the chief of a staff suddenly speaks to me: “You will go there once again”. “And now for what purpose?”, I ask. The major called the officer, someone from the assistants, gave him the map and ordered to mark the grave.

Let's go. The officer made an exact snap. Marked on the map”

From the memoirs of the sergeant of the 1137th shooting regiment of the 339th shooting division of Separate Seaside Army N.S.Zhavoronkov.

These young girls were lost for the people, for the Great Victory. Office scribbler never will understand that there is no concept of more sacred in the war than the order. And the war was won by that great spirit which lives on huge space from Bug to Vladivostok. Separate it on small components and it is possible not to be at war at all, will be yielded or will die out...

In that Po-2 the Ukrainian and the Russian was lost and they were lost for the great Homeland. And there were no blocking detachments in that night sky. They were conducted in fight by the belief.

Eh, would they see how the successors of Bandera rabble live in idleness and plenty in Ukraine, how the Ukrainian “elite” in every way tears away the offer to enter the brotherly Customs Union....

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Author: Yury Karnovsky

Publication date : 26 February 2013 01:00

Source: The world and we

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