The veteran tells his grandson about his World War 2 experiences, without pathos, but with gripping, brutal honesty.
What awaits the reader:
"Deeply shocked and heartbroken, we continued on our way back. I had had enough. Enough of the killing. Enough of the dying. In the eyes of the Alsatian I saw a question I was also asking myself. When would this terrible war come to an end, the cannons fall silent, the armories shut down? When would we finally be able to return to life instead of crawling, slaying, and destroying?"
"He lived through the whole day and finally died the following night. During this time, he kept calling for help. Just before he died, he thought he saw his mother and calmed down a bit. I rested my hand on his shoulder. I did not want him to die alone. He finally left our world with his eyes wide open and his hands pressed over his intestines."
"My baptism of fire was the most incisive event of my life. Nothing was ever going to be the same. My youthful carefreeness had vanished under the impact of dread and orchestrated mass destruction."
Synopsis
The rulers' mistakes are paid for with the blood of the people. This is shown in history both recent and ancient, time and time again. It was no different for an Austrian mountain farmer's son who was thrown into the carnage of the Eastern Front. He was in the prime of his youth, and the German Reich was already close to losing the war.
In ripe old age, he remembers those dark hours that have haunted him throughout his life. Manning his machine gun in merciless struggles with a superior enemy, or fighting for survival in brutal close combat, reduced to basest instincts. He also remembers the rock-solid comradeship with his mountain troop, the unexpected gestures of humanity, and an insane destructiveness at a time when the world was out of joint.
This ruthless, honest, and touching real-life account of a simple WW2 frontline soldier serves as a reminder to stand up for peace at all times, and to despise war. Until the eyes shut ...
About the author
Dr. Andreas Hartinger, born 1985 in Fuerstenfeld/Austria had a profound interest in contemporary history from a young age. During his professional assignments in various crises around the world, he has seen with his own eyes how war takes humanity hostage. He and his grandfather Hans Kahr, born 02.08.1925, wrote down the elder's war memories together. It was painstaking work and it involved innumerable unsettling conversations. What started off as a family project has become an international book bestseller in various history and WW2 book categories. Mr. Kahr`s Wehrmacht identification tag was -600- St.Kp. II/E.u.A.G.J.E.R 138. His combat unit on the Eastern Front was 4. (s) Kompanie / Gebirgs-Jäger-Regiment 138 / 3. Gebirgsdivision. Readers with an interest in the subject or relatives/friends that were deployed on the Eastern Front, are encouraged to research Mr. Kahr`s story and the divisional history in the second half of the war. Dr. Hartinger very much values the exchange with history peers and can be contacted via: andreas.hartinger@protonmail.com
