Through the Volchow, scenario 1 of Critical Hit "Hell on the eastern front", dated 19th october 1941. My maternal grandfather had volunteered to join the 250th foreign volunteer division, the Blue Division, with the intention of fighting against communism. After training at Grafenwohr and a series of adventures on the march across Russia - initially bound for moscow, only to be diverted and make a 1000km march on foot to lenningrad - he had the opportunity to fight in the division's initial operations. Throughout his service - 1 year - he kept a diary which he brought back to Spain in the summer of 1942. In the 1950s he turned the diary into a structured book, recounting his experience, which we still keep at home with great affection.
On October 19th, 1941 his company was assigned to cross the river with rubber dinghies, and he tells how they were handed out oars and rubber stoppers to plug the holes from the Russian gunfire. His particular boat came under fire from a Russian machine gun, and they all laid down the bottom of the boat. All but one. One of his friends, a playmate from the neighbourhood in Madrid, a corporal in the platoon, stood up to return fire with his submachine gun, and was hit several times in the chest, dying instantly. This, along with a few others suffering minor wounds, caused them to return to their shore. When they took the comrade to the casualty centre and retrieved his papers to send home, they picked up his birth certificate, which stated the soldier's true age: he was not yet 17 years old. As a result of this, a review of the unit's personnel was carried out, and several soldiers who were under the minimum age for enlistment were sent back to Spain.
My grandfather continued at the front as a rifleman until he was relieved, but his brother-in-law joined in the 1942 draft, was taken prisoner at the battle of Krasny Bor and was repatriated to Spain in 1954, after 11 years in a labour camp in Siberia.
As the eldest grandson of my grandfather I inherited all his medals - Moscow campaign, winter campaign, individual bravery medal,... but unfortunately a thief broke into the house when the family was out, and took the box with the medals. Probably the most important sentimental loss I could have had. Every day I regret not having had those medals in the safe
On October 19th, 1941 his company was assigned to cross the river with rubber dinghies, and he tells how they were handed out oars and rubber stoppers to plug the holes from the Russian gunfire. His particular boat came under fire from a Russian machine gun, and they all laid down the bottom of the boat. All but one. One of his friends, a playmate from the neighbourhood in Madrid, a corporal in the platoon, stood up to return fire with his submachine gun, and was hit several times in the chest, dying instantly. This, along with a few others suffering minor wounds, caused them to return to their shore. When they took the comrade to the casualty centre and retrieved his papers to send home, they picked up his birth certificate, which stated the soldier's true age: he was not yet 17 years old. As a result of this, a review of the unit's personnel was carried out, and several soldiers who were under the minimum age for enlistment were sent back to Spain.
My grandfather continued at the front as a rifleman until he was relieved, but his brother-in-law joined in the 1942 draft, was taken prisoner at the battle of Krasny Bor and was repatriated to Spain in 1954, after 11 years in a labour camp in Siberia.
As the eldest grandson of my grandfather I inherited all his medals - Moscow campaign, winter campaign, individual bravery medal,... but unfortunately a thief broke into the house when the family was out, and took the box with the medals. Probably the most important sentimental loss I could have had. Every day I regret not having had those medals in the safe