13. August 1942
Coast Guard in France
Arrival and First Leave
|GEO & MIL INFO|
|LXXXIII. A.K. =||A.Gr. Felber||OB West (H.Gr.Kdo D)|
|KG and||OB: Gen d Inf FelberWP||OB: GFM von RundstedtWP|
From 13 Aug-14 Sep 1942 we are billeted at the military training area Mailly le Camp. The camp is like all of its kind: Next to the military training area is the barracks camp, and right next to it is the actual town, teeming with soldiers. Almost every house has a pub, from whose open doors comes the noise of the carousing soldiers. The picture is the same in all these pubs: Batteries of wine bottles stand on the tables in little pools of wine. Even the floor is wet with puddles of wine in places. All the seats are occupied by high-spirited Landser, who express their joy at the East-West change of front in loud jokes. I only hope that the local French are also used to such scenes from their soldiers, otherwise they might think the Huns have invaded. There are secrecy orders about our origins, and the Landser don’t say it either, but snatches of Russian words fly around the room everywhere. The Landser don’t order beer, but “peevo”, and the perky French waitresses promptly acknowledge with “karasho, tovarishch!”
All the soldiers I meet on the street carry a bag of grapes in their arms and stroll comfortably through the streets, smacking their lips. One officer with an overly dry sense of regulations took this a bit too far. He stopped a Landser, but after a short lecture let him go on his way.
I step into the entrance of a small hall from which laughter and jeering emanate. It is obviously a small dance hall with a bar. Behind the bar stands a rather portly “mother” who is serving drinks. In front of the bar is a long row of benches where Landser sits next to Landser. From time to time, a door next to the bar opens and a girl steps out, grabs the Landser sitting closest to her and disappears back into the door with him. The row then moves up. One of these girls is already older and quite ugly. Of course, no one wants to see her. But when the Landser whose turn it is at the front is picked up by this ugly girl, the gleeful mob hoots with delight. I watch this cheap amusement for a while and then leave.
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- Arrival of the division 12/13 Sep 1942 (KTB OKW 1942 p. 1383). From 22 Aug 1942 the transfer to the Chateaulin-eastern part of Crozon peninsula-Landerneau-Landivisieau area took place (Benary p. 108); I.R. 477 apparently only transferred while the author was on leave, i. e. after 30 Aug but well before 14 Sep
- Пиво, beer; хорошо, товарищ, very well, comrade!