Three months on, Unteroffizier Friesch now expresses less bravado compared to his last letter and places greater emphasis on the hardships of deployment to the Eastern Front. With the first inkling of the impending Russian winter mentioned, he will soon find out that things are about to get murch worse still. Here's what it says:
"10 Oct. 1941
Dear Mrs. Häckh!
I use the delicious gift of an unexpected day of rest to write to you. It is not easy to find time in this inferno of the doom of an army that was indeed equipped to the highest degree. Weapons and equipment are actually good, but the soldiers that we are facing now have had too little training. Still, the cowardly way in which they wage war causes many a loss. However, the losses on the other side are several times higher than ours. I recently witnessed a horrible scene. An embankment was littered with corpses; they had attempted to dig themselves in like moles. Metre after metre, another hole had been dug. This was during the great annihilation battle for Kiev. We had managed to get to the Russians' rear and drove them into the concentric fire of our neighboring division. At that, they surrendered in masses.
Now I am sitting in a Russian farmhouse. The tiny windows let in only little light. It is cold, stormy and rainy outside. On the 6th/7th, we experienced the first snowfall. We lay in holes outside, covered with straw, greatcoats and shelter-halfs. It was bearable in the top half, but the feet wouldn't get warm. For several days, we hadn't been able to take off our boots, either. Washing was impossible in those days. Many of us are lice-infested; very likely me, too, although I haven't found anything so far. And so, life passes out here, between march, action, battle, between life and death.
My longing for a peaceful piece of Swabian land grows to a gigantic degree. The tiniest spark of any thought about the 'salvation' that was to originate from Russia has been suffocated in me in the face of the terrible facts of my personal experience. I will never again care for that which is known to us as Communism. I may safely be discharged from Russia as completely cured. That insight was worth all hardships. I am reporting to you after 2,200 kilometres of marching through Russia. I often believed to have come to end of my strength. Recently, I was caught between two trucks as a thrashing and screaming piece of human life. I stayed with the combat train for five days with festering and sore feet and a bladder contusion. I couldn't stand it there for long.
I cordially greet you, your husband and your children.
Your
Friesch"
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