October 28th, 1935: - The Last Battle of Vaskes - Part 4
I've been in tight spots before in my life, but none I think as tight as this - if a place can be with justification and accuracy called, Hell on Earth, then Vaskes qualifies beyond a doubt. Intense cold, raging fires, rain and freezing snow, near constant heavy shelling, and a perfect storm of air bombing! Sleep is all but impossible, everyone is absolutely exhausted and everyones nerves are stretched to the breaking point. Hunger and pain are constant companions of everyone, I don't think that there is a single man or women within the defensive pocket that hasn't been wounded at least once, or isn't suffering from chronic illness or nervous disease now.
The League of Nations troops hammer every position, without let up, they us everything they have artillery, tanks, armoured cars and aircraft. The Infantry come in with their machineguns in close support both light and heavy types, any defensive position that reveals itself by firing, is instantly sprayed with bullets. If that does do the job, they use blasting charges, grenades and flame-throwers.
I dont think it can last much longer, communications have all but broken down, wireless sets are smashed or being jammed, field telephone lines have been cut and the few that are still working have been rewired so many time I dont know how they still manage to get anything intelligible out of them. Food and fresh water supplies are exhausted, medical supplies are now non-existent and ammunition dwindling down to nothing at all with the each passing minute.
We keep fighting, although no one seems to be giving orders anymore, and to be honest I dont see much point in it, we're not even fighting to win anymore, hell, we're not even fighting to avoid losing! No one has seen the chief in the last day or so, although we've had a few speeches delivered by the officers, fighting spirit is about the only thing we havent run out of yet.
- Extract taken from the personal diary of one Stefan Ludwiks, identified after the Wilno Crisis as one Karl Stefan Becker, a German national wanted for involvement (some of it criminal) in extreme right wing politics and anti-governmental activities in Germany during the 1920s. The "Ludwiks" Diary was recovered in Vaskes from partially collapsed basement bunker in the Vaskes governmental district some years after the fighting by Lithuanian reconstruction crews. Although heavily charred and blood-stained, it was still readable. The fate of K.S. Becker has not yet been asertained.
After several hours of intense fighting the Wilno National Self-Defense Batallion's defensive perimeter within the Wilno Governmental district is in a shambles. The Wilno command and communications system has all but broken down, and with it, their tenous logistical system. An organized and coherent resistence to the League of Nations attacks has become an impossibility. Wilno Self-Defensemen begin to surrender in greater numbers then before as their individual and increasingly isolated positions are encircled and overrun. Here and there, however violent fighting continues unabeited, as some elements of the WNSDB continue to offer spirited if increasingly desperate resistance.
The NSD Artillery Reserve, trapped and increasingly unable to deploy effectively amidst the buildings abd rubble, is slowly destroyed literally gun by gun in a series of swirling infantry and tank battles or by devastating counter-battery fire. Lt.Colonel Aleksandr Pozarnsky falls badly wounded commanding his last working gun against, against a turkish armoured car attack. The hopelessly battered and beleaguered 1st NSD Wing, despite the efforts of it's valiant commander, Major Michaal Bazala, abruptly and without either instruction or warning surrenders enmasse to advancing Royal Dutch Marine troops, allowing them pour into the Parlimentary Square from several directions. The 3rd and 5th NSD Wings, stubbornly hold out in the remains of their entrenchements, fiercely contesting any attempt to dislodge them from either the Wilno Parliment building or the Palace of Government. Their commanders Majors Roslan Syzborski and Slawek Kosowsk refuse all entreats or demands to capitulate. With equal stubbornness the 2nd and 4th NSD Wings under Majors Maximilian Bryzska and Tobias Ujejski try and hold the shelled out streets and bombed out ruins that once made up northern Vaskes.
General Kazim Orbay, examining reports realises the decisive moment is rapidly approaching, the Wilno National Self-Defense Battalion is on the point of splintering to flinders, it will only take a few more blows to finish the job. However, his own troops are exhausted, they have been fighting practically all day with little or no relief. They are tired, thirsty, hungry and have been using up their available military supplies at a prodigious rate. Orbay's staff argues that a pause to resupply, refit and reorganize is urgently necessary. General Orbay weighs this against the failing light, night coming on early in October, and the weather looks to be taking another turn yet again for the worse. Orbay agrees to a temporary halt of just one hour, his staff is appalled, they argue that at least several hours are needed. Orbay points that it will be necessary to fight a night battle, if they stick to that schedule. Further several hours gives the battered Wilno NSD troops too much time to try and pull themselves together, they are already fighting to the last ditch already and Orbay has no desire to give them any more of a breather then necessary.
Major-General Hans Enfeldt arrives at Orbay's HQ and advises, General Orbay, that he can have the bulk of his 1st Nordmark Armoured Division, particularly his armoured units and field artillery turned around and ready to engage in northern and central Vaskes within the hour time frame. The movement of troops, vehicles and guns is resulting in a colossus log-jam within Vaskes, as units shift and try to find space to deploy. Enfeldt assure Orbay, his own staff and military police units will have the problems ironed out in good time. In order to clear some of the congestion Orbay orders, the LoN Mobile Brigade and the 4th LoN Field Column to withdraw from the battle lines. This order is met by furious and indigient protests by General Gerard and Lt.Colonel Gurdal, but the order is obeyed nevertheless.
General Orbay, determines that the final assault will be made against the Wilno Governmental District with the relatively fresh troops of the 1st Nordmark Armoured Division, the 5th Bulgarian Infantry Division, and the 3rd Dutch Marine Brigade. Major-General Daskalov's division will continue it's attacks from the west, while Luitenant-Generaal Fabius, covers the northern perimeter, and Major-General Enfeldt the southern and south-eastern perimeter. As air support is now becoming increasingly unlikely due to both failing light and difficult weather, this will be an exclusively infantry, tank and artillery show. All three generals express confidence that their troops are up to the task.
The LoN Mobile Brigade, is assigned to duty of attending to the mass of Wilno prisoners from the 1st NSD Wing, and guarding and transporting them to the camps at Vilnius. The 4th Field Column will act as a reserve should it become necessary. The 1st, 2nd and 5th Field Columns are similarly occupied superintending the surrender, collection and transfer of Lt. Colonel Benedek Korberba and his 6th, 7th, 8th NSD Wings, in the smoldering remains of eastern Vaskes.
General Kazim Orbay, is all too mindful of the battle still raging around Festung Kessel, which has yet to be either suppressed or surrender. Orbay, however will deal with the greater problem first, before turning to that deadly thorn in the LoN Wilno Task Force's side.
Within the single mandated hour: after a great deal of sweating, rapid hauling and manic running, all too often accompanied by a great many trambled toes and terrifying soldiers oaths, the men are marshalled into their positions, the men's ammo belts are refilled, their weapons are loaded, checked or replaced as necessary and logistics allow. Fighting blades and bayonets sharped, entrenching shovels loosened in their hangers. Grenades and explosive charges readied and placed for ease of access. Tanks are refuelled, lubricated and reloaded, tracks and engines given one last check. Crews pile aboard their metallic mounts, internal comms spark to life, comm chatter fills the air, engine ducts flame and spew smoke as drivers crank engines and all hatches slam shut and are locked tight. Gunners meanwhile wheel their pieces into new battery positions, stock ammunition, check their instruments and check and recheck range-firing calculations.
The Men of the LoN troops take what refreshment that time allows them, some read, others pray according to their custom or sensiblities. Dutch Calvinist, Roman Catholic, Lutheran and Bulgarian Orthodox hymns quietly filter through the almost still air. Smoke drifts everywhere, flames kindle and crackle in the ruins and rubble, snow flurries blanket everything, often intermingled with rain sometimes turning into stinging hail. Mud, churned earth, smashed mortar and bricks and stonework, emerge like isolated mounds or islands. All hope that this will be the last of a long series of fighting, that it will all be over by morning....that they will be amoung the living when the morrow's sun comes up.
The harb-bitten Bulgarians of the 5th Bulgarian Infantry Divison, bring forward into the Parlimentary Square two of their 149-mm guns, guarded by Bulgarian Grenadiers from the 15th Grenadier Regiment, further screened by several Nordmark tanks, lent by Major-General Enfeldt. These guns dubbed by their crews Tsar's Wrath and Leveler, align on open sights on the front portico of the Wilno Palace of Government.
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