22. Juni 1941
Advance With The Führerreserve
At 3am we are suddenly awoken by the dull roar of artillery fire near Przemysl and Sanok. A few moments later the first German bombers drone overhead heading east. The war against the Soviet Union has begun.
Dawn breaks. I had gone back into the barn and was lying on my straw mattress and staring at the roof. A decisive, fateful day has begun. I have not the slightest fear, but I do have a kind of heavy feeling that probably everyone gets at the start of a dangerous and completely unknown future. We are now fighting the rightly dreaded war on all fronts. We have opened an enormous new front and plunged into an endless expanse which even brought down a Napoleon. The only thing that gives us confidence of victory is the unmatched striking power of the German Wehrmacht, as it has proved to be so far.
But such thoughts only occupy me for a few moments. The events of the day are soon going to take over. The first reports of success from our troops who are used to winning give us pride and confidence. The spearheading German attack units have crossed the San.
(Translation: Phil Price)