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Task Force Wellborn was one of four task forces joining in a four-pronged attack on the city. TF Hogan was attacking directly from the West; TF Boles and TF Orr were moving in from the southwest; we were driving from the south. ... Dessau had been taking punishment from artillery and air strikes for several days. As we approached, the city appeared shrouded in an eerie, hazy fog, a mixture of smoke and the thin cloud cover already dimming the early sun's rays. Unlike on our approach to Paderborn, we were not greeted by attacking armor, which told us that the German stand would be purely defensive. They had no benzene to spare, and we knew that what they had would have to suffice, for there were no supply routes open to the city. Dessau was a city under siege. John P. Irwin We had learned much about the German will and determination by this time. We had learned, for example, that they were trained not to think about their weaknesses but only about their superiority. And, unfortunately, despite Allied successes, a certain mythology persisted among GIs that German technology had produced tanks that were almost invincible. I had heard this view in advance of my first contact with German armor, and it had worried me greatly. But my own experience proved the myth to be exactly that. On the other hand, I could not free myself of a fear of the giant Tiger, Germany's awesome heavy tank. I knew of its firepower and heavy armor. But I had also learned of one of its weaknesses -- its slow turret traverse. Unlike our Shermans and Pershings, the Tiger had a manual rather than a power traverse. It was a weakness I had learned to exploit. And I got my chance all too soon. Our tanks entered the city slowly and spread out along different streets, alert to any sudden appearance of German firepower. The half-tracks behind us stopped, and the armored infantry doughs dismounted and began to move with the tanks. Fortunately, Pete had loaded our cannon, for as we turned the corner onto a street, we were confronted with a Tiger, and it was ready for us. The gunner fired at us as we rounded the corner, but missed us completely. The shell went high, over our tank. I returned fire point-blank at the royal monste), but saw the tracer of my shell ricochet off the front armor and take a course of its own skyward. Pete slammed another round into the breech, and at that same moment we heard a thud on the turret. But I took aim and fired again, and this time the shell penetrated the thin armor on the Tiger's exposed underbelly as it attempted to climb over some rubble. The ammo, located in the turret floor, exploded, leaving the burning hulk of the Tiger obstructing our path. We had been hit, but there was no evidence of serious damage. "Just keep going," Joe said into the intercom. "Great shot, kid." From: Another River, Another Town A Teenage Tank Gunner Comes of Age in Combat -- 1945; |
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