October 28th, 1935:
I sit here, wrapped in the tattered remains of my coat and blanket, huddled with the remainents of my section around a humble fire made from whatever we can find that will burn in a discarded oil drum. My section's battle post is in a shapeless lump of ruins that we're once a small local school house. What blashphemy that is, to wage war in a place of learning! A place that should be for children to grow and study, is now a place that death and destruction resides! God help us... .
We ready ourselves for the comming battle, it will be our last battle I think. Hope for victory is long gone amougst us, even hope of survival is fast diminishing. Our officers try to lift our spirits but it's a futil effort, though they make it anyway. Stubborn integrety and professionalism, I suppose - we are the defenders of the republic, and we owe it and our people every effort we can make. The League of Nations troops, draw their ring tighter and tighter around our positions, day and night, we hear the clank of their tanks tracks, the clatter of artillery being dragged into position. The ominious precussion of marching boots, as more and more infantry are brought up into the lines opposite us.
Our own artillery, although bravely served are few in number compared to the League's weight of metal. Ammunition for the few cannons and howitzers at our disposal is desperately short, perhaps only a few rounds per gun now. Many in my section are down to perhaps a handful of rounds each, themselves. I just count three clips left for my carbine. Our company's machineguns and few mortars are not a great deal better off. Food and water are frighteningly scare, everything is rationed to the absolute limit: everyone recieves just enough to sustain life, if not health - hunger and thirst stalks our ranks like a living thing. We fight filth and vermin as often as our enemies, the situation is intolerable, illness has swept through our ranks, disabling many with fevers, colds and the like.
With things as they are, I cannot see how the struggle can be continued, our enemies gather about us in increasing numbers, and help from outside is non-existant. Wild hopes still exist amoug some that Poland we come to our rescue. I was in the fighting around Vilnius, from the start of the war, and during our sortie to link up with the Polish divisions. I think a second intervention is a pipe-dream, Poland will not risk it, we are not worth a war with Russia to them, not without the old marshal at the helm.
- excerpt taken from the Diary of Anderis Olszewska, Wilno National Self-Defense Battalion; The Battle in the Vaskes Pockets, The Eagle and the Knight: Polish-Lithuanian Conflicts, Vol.III.
General Hans Enfeldt, at 10:00 am, gives the order. The Nordmark divisional artillery and LoN Field Batteries, roar to life. Battery positions are soon wreathed in clouds of smoke and bright flames, shells arc into the Wilno lines in eastern Vaskes, Major-General Korberba and his self-defensemen brace themselves for what they know will be a fierce battle. A flight of Bulgarian Focke-Wulf Fw 44s flying overhead, help direct the pounding artillery to maximum effect.
Wilno defensive positions, vanish in clouds of dust, debris and bodies. The Luftwaffe flying from Vilnius arrives to add it`s quotient of destruction for the day. Eastern Vaskes, disintigrates under the bombardment. The trapped Wilno soldiery grimly hangs on, they have no were left to run, and many will still not surrender without a fight. The few artillery pieces available make a feeble attempt to counter Enfeldt`s barrage. Three guns and their crews are promptly smashed into oblivion, by Enfeldt`s gunners. A single Wilno artillery piece is unexpectedly knocked out, when one of the circling Bulgarian Fw-44, dives upon it, with the observer tossing hand-grenades as they over fly the gun`s heavily dug in position. Another is taken out by a well-executed attack by Luftwaffe fighter-bombers.
The limited system of communications built up within Eastern Vaskes by Maj.General Korberba, rapidly breaks down. Orders and reports get scrambled, or fail to get through to units or headquarters all together. A flurry of frantic last-minute orders and counter-orders confuse the situation still further rather then clarify it. The defense of eastern Vaskes by default falls onto the shoulders of the men, and their section, platoon and company commanders frequently forced to fight as individual units rather then as an integrated whole.
Maj.General Hans Enfeldt, takes full advantage of this, although initally he isn't aware of the Wilno's breakdown of command. Artillery, infantry and armour work closely together to demolish individual Wilno Self-Defense Battalion positions. The Wilno troops resist gallantly but with increasing ineffectiveness, as they run out of ammunition, and their defensive perimeter buckles under the mounting pressure. In some places, Wilno self-defensemen throw down their arms and surrender, in other positions, they fight to the last cartridge, and down to fists and bayonets. Casualties mount alarmingly, the Wilno medical and logistical system, fails completely. Koberba's chief medical officers request that he surrender - immediately. All medicines and equipements are exhausted, ammunition is gone, while water and food supplies are now practically non-existant.
Maj.General Benedek Korberba, stalls momentarily, his attempts to contact Field Marshal Letowska for instructions have failed, nor can he re-gain contact with the headquarters of the Wilno Governmental District commander Boleslaw Guttowa, CO - 1st NSD Grand Wing. Enfeldt sends forward an envoy, to demand, Korberba and his 3rd Grand Wing's surrender. Korberba, flatly refuses. Enfeldt and his subordinates aren't although surprised but nor are they impressed by the defiance. General Enfeldt orders his infantry and armour to hold position, while his combined artillery resumes a sustained bombardment of the remaining Wilno defensive positions. Maj.General Enfeldt checks his watch, the hands strike 12:00 pm.
Korberba, hastly mets with his senior officers: Major Josef Goclawski, Major Jerzy Liszcz, and Major Danilo Michalak, the commanders of the 6th, 7th, 8th NSD Wing respectively. Within a few minutes of them reaching Korberba's field headquarters, their positions are struck by the Nordmark and LoN field batteries fire. Thinking another major attack is underway, Korberba orders them back to their commands. Korberba is not far wrong in this estimate. At 12:30, the bombardment slows, to allow the League troops to begin their attack. Wilno positions are hammered by the tanks and machineguns teams, engineers and infantry pioneers lead the renewed attack with explosive charges and flame-throwers. Major Goclawski's 6th Wing comes apart under the savage and systematic mauling it recieves, men begin to throw down their arms and surrender. Goclawski and his surviving wing staff surrender, after his HQ is over-run in a Nordmark tank attack. Major Josef Goclawski is severely wounded when a Nordmark tank deliberately rams the cottage that is his headquarters and collapses it. Goclawski is partially trapped in the wreckage, his left leg disappears under one of the tank's grinding tracks. Prompt action by a Roumanian medic saves the Wilno general's life by preforming an emergency amputation of his badly crushed left foot and shin.
The 7th and 8th Wings, make increasingly feeble attempts to resist. Major Jerzy Liszcz, makes it clear to Korberba, that continued resistance is not only impossible it is the sheerest fantasy. Korberba, still baulks however, at open capitulation to the enemy. Matters are taken out of the major-general's hands when the defensive positions of the 8th Wing collapse, following the disinitgration of the 6th Wing. a exhausted and dispirited Major Danilo Michalak, surrenders himself and the few men of his command left standing to Colonel Todor Lazov Krstev and his advancing 5th League of Nations Field Column. Major Jerzy Liszcz, somehow keeps his men together and fighting, even as they are driven into an increasingly small defensive pocket by attack field columns and the 1st Nordmark Armoured Division. At 1:00 pm, the increasingly fragmented 7th NSD Wing, can take no more: ammunition is gone, fighting morale has hit rock bottom, and essential supplies of medicines, water, and food are totally exhausted. Major Michalak without reference to Korberba, orders his men to surrender. Major-General Hans Enfeldt, signals General Kazim Orbay, at 1:15 pm, all fighting in eastern Vaskes has ended.
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