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720 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1984
The Germans herded the men tightly together only sixty feet from the highway, roughly in eight rows, hands above their heads, Some men jostled briefly for position, for they disliked being in the front row. The weather was damp and raw, the ground soggy underfoot with here and there a patch of old snow. The men’s hands grew numb from holding them up and from the cold, for hardly anybody still had gloves…
A German officer – later identified as Maj. Werner Poetschke, commander of the 1st SS Panzer Battalion (perhaps conveniently so identified, for by that time he had been killed on another battlefield) – stopped two Mark IV tanks and directed them into position covering the prisoners. Once they were in place, he ordered one of the commanders, Sgt. Hans Siptrott, to open fire. Siptrott in turn ordered his assistant gunner, Pvt. Georg Fleps, a twenty-one-year-old SS volunteer from Romania who already has his pistol at the ready, to shoot.
Fleps fired. Standing beside Lieutenant Lary, Lary’s driver collapsed backward from the impact of the bullet, toppling men behind him in an accordion action, so tightly were they all grouped. With the shot, the prisoners began shouting and jostling, and at least two in the front rank…bulldozed their way to the rear. Some of the officers yelled for the men to stand fast lest they provoke more shooting.
No provocation was needed…somebody shouted Machen alle kaput! (Kill them all!), and machine guns on both tanks opened fire…