The Fall of Berlin 1945 (28 page)

The song 'Blue Shawl', about a faithful girl's farewell to her soldier lover, also produced such intense loyalty that many soldiers added it to the official battle-cry, making it '
Za Rodinu, za Stalina, za Siny Platochek!
' - 'For the Motherland, for Stalin, for the Blue Shawl!' A great number of Komsomol members still carried newspaper cuttings with a photograph of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, the young Komsomol partisan 'tortured to death by Germans'. Many wrote 'for Zoya' on their tanks and aircraft.

Another poem of Simonov's, on the other hand, was condemned as 'indecent', 'vulgar' and 'bad for morale'. It was ironically entitled '
Liricheskoe
', or 'Lyrical'.

They remember names for an hour.
Memories here do not last for long.
Man says 'War . . .', and embraces a woman carelessly.
He is grateful to those who had so easily,
Without wanting to be called 'darling',
Replaced for him another one who is far away.
Here she was as compassionate as she could be to other women's loved ones,
And warmed them in bad times with the generosity of her uncommitted body.
And for those waiting to go into the attack,
Those who may never live to see love,
They find it easier when they remember that yesterday
At least someone's arms were around them.

However much the authorities disapproved of songs or poems about unfaithful girlfriends, iconoclasts still thought up ribald versions of officially approved songs. The tear-jerker 'Dark Night', about a soldier's wife standing beside their child's cot 'secretly wiping her tears', was turned into 'secretly taking her streptocide', the Soviet wartime medicine for venereal disease.

Official patriotic songs never really took on. The only exception was the 'Song of the Artillerists', which came from the film
At Six o'clock in the Evening after the End of the War
. The film was screened for soldiers at the front just before the battle of Berlin. It showed an artillery officer who has survived to meet his true love in Moscow during the victory celbrations, but although this may have been good for morale in one way, it certainly did not help soldiers with the very natural fear of risking death when the fighting was almost over.

Other songs also looked beyond the end of the war. Soldiers of the 4th Guards Tank Army composed their own:

Soon we will return home.
The girls will meet us,
And the stars of the Urals will shine for us.
Some day we will remember these days.
Kamenets-Podolsk and the blue Carpathians.
The fighting thunder of the tanks.
Lvov and the steppe behind the Vistula.
You won't forget this year.
You'll tell your children of it.
Some day, we will remember these days.

Red Army soldiers experienced an irresistible urge to finish the war, but the closer they were to victory, the more they hoped to survive. And yet men desperately wanted a medal to take home. It would make a great difference to their standing in the community and especially within their own family. But there was one thing that they feared even more than being killed in the last days of the war after having survived so far against all odds. That was to lose legs and arms. A limbless veteran, known as a
samovar
, was treated like an outcast.

After sunset on the evening of 15 April, Colonel Kalashnik, the chief of the 47th Army's political department, sent Captain Vladimir Gall and the young Lieutenant Konrad Wolf to the front line, ready to interview the first prisoners brought back. Koni Wolf, a German, was the son of the Communist playwright Friedrich Wolf, who had become part of the 'Moscow emigration' in 1933 when the Nazis came to power. Koni's elder brother, Misha, became notorious in the Cold War as Markus Wolf, the chief of East German espionage.

It was virtually dark as the two friends, armed only with pistols, made their way forward through woods to the bank of the Oder. Tanks and men were camouflaged all around them. As the two young officers walked forward between the trees, they could sense that 'huge forces were concentrated there' all around them, even though they could hardly see anything because of the dark. 'It felt like a huge spring about to be released,' remarked Gall.

Others were engaged on much more dangerous work. Sappers had slipped out at nightfall into no man's land to clear mines. 'We warned all infantry people of what we were doing,' said Captain Shota Sulkhanshvili of the 3rd Shock Army, 'but when one of my sappers was returning, an infantry man threw a grenade at him. He was asleep and panicked when he heard steps. I was furious and beat him almost to death. For me, all my men were worth gold, especially the mine-clearers.' Those who had already acquired watches longed to look at the time to know how many more minutes remained before the attack. But no lights were allowed. It was hard to think of anything else.

General Chuikov, the commander of the 8th Guards Army, had the best view of the Oderbruch and the Seelow Escarpment from his forward command post on the Reitwein Spur. He was not pleased when Marshal Zhukov decided to join him there to watch the opening bombardment and the attack. Chuikov ordered Captain Merezhko, a staff officer who had been with him since Stalingrad, to go back across the Oder and lead the Front commander and his retinue to the position.

To Chuikov's fury, Zhukov's convoy of vehicles with their headlights on could be seen approaching from a great distance. Chuikov had almost certainly been prejudiced against Zhukov since the winter of 1942. He seems to have felt that the heroic role of his 62nd Army in Stalingrad was overlooked, and too much attention paid to Zhukov. Much more recently, he resented the remarks made about the length of time he had taken to capture the fortress of Poznan. And his own comments about the failure to have pushed straight on to Berlin at the beginning of February had clearly angered Zhukov.

Below them on the Oderbruch, an officer remembered, the trenches were alive with rattling pots. They could all smell the soup being ladled out by cooks to feed the men before the attack. In the forward trenches dug into the cold, sodden earth, troops took sips from their vodka ration. In command posts field telephones rang constantly and runners came and went.

Zhukov arrived, accompanied by a retinue including General Kazakov, his artillery commander, and General Telegin, the head of the Front political department. They were led up a path round the side of the spur and reached the bunker dug by Chuikov's engineers in the side of the small cliff below the observation post. 'The hands of the clock had never gone round so slowly,' Zhukov recorded later. 'To fill the remaining minutes somehow, we decided to drink some hot, strong tea, which had been prepared in the same bunker by a girl soldier. I can remember for some reason that she had a non-Russian name, Margo.

We drank the tea in silence, everyone occupied with his own thoughts.' General Kazakov had 8,983 artillery pieces, with up to 270 guns per kilometre on the breakthrough sectors, which meant a field gun every four metres, including 152mm and 203mm howitzers, heavy mortars and regiments of katyusha rocket launchers. The 1st Belorussian Front had a stockpile of over 7 million shells, of which 1,236,000 rounds were fired on the first day. This artillery overkill and the overwhelming superiority of his forces had tempted Zhukov into underestimating the scale of the obstacle facing them.

Zhukov usually insisted on visiting the front line in person to study the terrain before a major offensive, but this time - mainly due to constant pressure from Stalin -- he had relied largely on photo-reconnaissance. This vertical picture failed to reveal that the Seelow Heights, dominating his bridgehead on the Oderbruch, was a far more formidable feature than he had realized. Zhukov was also enamoured of a new idea. One hundred and forty-three searchlights had been brought forward, ready to blind the German defenders at the moment of attack. Three minutes before the artillery preparation was due to start, the marshal and his generals filed out of the bunker. They went up the steep little path to the observation post, concealed by camouflage nets, on the top of the cliff. The Oderbruch below them was obscured by a pre-dawn mist. Zhukov looked at his watch. It was exactly 5 a.m. Moscow time, which was 3 a.m. Berlin time.

'Immediately the whole area was lit by many thousands of guns, mortars and our legendary katyushas.' No bombardment in the war had been so intense. General Kazakov's artillerymen worked in a frenzy. 'A terrible thunder shook everything around,' wrote a battery commander with the 3rd Shock Army. 'You would have thought that even us artillerists could not be scared by such a symphony, but this time, I too wanted to plug my ears. I had the feeling that my eardrums would burst.' Gunners had to remember to keep their mouths open to equalize the pressure on their ears.

At the first rumble, some German conscripts in their trenches awoke thinking that it was just another '
Morgenkonzert
, as the early-morning harassing fire was called. But soldiers with real experience of the Eastern Front had acquired a '
Landserinstinkt
' which told them that this was the great attack. NCOs screamed orders to take position immediately: '
Alarm! sofort Stellung beziehen!'
Survivors remember the feeling in their guts and their mouths going dry. 'Now we're in for it,' they muttered to themselves.

Those few trapped in trenches in the target area who somehow survived the terrifying bombardment could describe the experience afterwards only in terms of 'hell' or 'inferno', or an 'earthquake'. Many lost all sense of hearing. 'In a matter of a few seconds,' Gerd Wagner in the 27th Parachute Regiment recorded, 'all my ten comrades were dead.' When Wagner recovered consciousness, he found himself lying wounded in a smoking shell crater. He was only just able to struggle back to the second line. Few escaped alive from the artillery barrage which smashed trenches and buried their occupants, both alive and dead. Bodies are still being discovered well over half a century later.

Those to the rear who could feel the earth trembling grabbed their binoculars or trench periscopes. The commander of SS Heavy Panzer Battalion 502 gazed out through the periscope of his Tiger tank. 'In the field of view the eastern sky was in flames.' Another observer noted 'burning farmhouses, villages, banks of smoke as far as the eye could see'. A headquarters clerk could only mutter, 'Christ, the poor bastards up front.'

The days of the hearty German warrior -'
Krieg ist Krieg und Schnaps ist Schnaps'
- were well and truly past. Survivors were often not just completely disorientated, but shattered emotionally and psychologically. After the bombardment, a war correspondent with an SS propaganda company found a dazed soldier wandering in a wood, having thrown away his weapon. Apparently this was his first experience of the Eastern Front, having spent the best part of the war 'shaving officers in Paris'.

Yet even though almost every square metre of the German positions in front of the Seelow was churned up by shellfire, casualties were not nearly as high as they might have been. General Heinrici, helped by the interrogation of the Red Army soldier south of Küstrin, had pulled the hulk of Ninth Army's troops back to the second line of trenches. On the sector south of Frankfurt an der Oder, facing the Soviet 33rd Army, some were less fortunate. Volkssturm and Hungarian detachments were sent to occupy the forward positions of the SS Division 30.
Januar
. 'These men were sacrificed by headquarters as cannon fodder,' Obersturmführer Helmuth Schwarz wrote later, to preserve the regular units. Most of the Volkssturm were veterans of the First World War. Many of them had no uniforms and no weapons.

Zhukov was so encouraged by the lack of resistance shown that he assumed the Germans were crushed. 'It seemed that not a living soul was left on the enemy side after thirty minutes of bombardment,' he wrote later. He gave the order to start the general attack. 'Thousands of flares of many colours shot up into the air.' This was the signal to the young women soldiers operating the 143 searchlights - one every 200 metres.

'Along the whole length of the horizon it was as bright as daylight,' a Russian sapper colonel wrote home that night. 'On the German side, everything was covered with smoke and thick fountains of earth in clumps flying up. There were huge flocks of scared birds flying around in the sky, a constant humming, thunder, explosions. We had to cover our ears to prevent our eardrums breaking. Then tanks began roaring, searchlights were lit along all of the front line in order to blind the Germans. Then people started shouting everywhere, '
Na Berlin!
" Some German soldiers, no doubt over-influenced by
Wunderwaffen
propaganda, thought that the searchlights were a new weapon to blind them. On the Soviet side, attacking detachments may even have suspected for a moment that the lights were a new form of blocking detachment to prevent retreat. Captain Sulkhanishvili in the 3rd Shock Army found that 'the light was so blinding one couldn't turn around, one could only move forward'. Yet this invention, of which Zhukov was so proud, did more to disorientate the attackers than dazzle the defenders, because the light reflected back off the smoke and dust from the bombardment. Commanders with the forward troops passed back orders to turn off the lights, then a counter-order switched them back on, causing even more night blindness among the troops. Yet Zhukov had made a far greater mistake. His intensive bombardment against the first line had been pummelling mostly abandoned trenches. He does not admit this in his memoirs, nor that he was unpleasantly surprised by the intensity of German fire once the advance began in earnest. It must have been doubly galling for him, since during the main briefing conference several of his senior officers had recommended concentrating the fire on the second line.

The advance from the main Küstrin bridgehead began with Chuikov's 8th Guards Army on the left and Berzarin's 5th Shock Army on the right. Four days before, Zhukov had changed the
Stavka
plan, with Stalin's permission, to keep Katukov's 1st Guards Tank Army in support of Chuikov. They were then to force their way through to the southern suburbs of Berlin. On Berzarin's right was the 2nd Guards Tank Army, the 3rd Shock Army and the 47th Army.