The focus of this book are the author's vivid memories of service as a company commander in a Red Army officers' penal battalion on the Eastern Front 1944-45.
During this time, he and his unit participated in the 1944 Soviet summer offensive Operation 'Bagration', the Vistula-Oder operation into eastern Germany, and the final assault on Berlin.
The stories of penal companies and battalions in the Red Army gave birth to legends about men who rushed to the attack across threat during the war, "I will send you to a penal battalion!" meant nothing to him. He was there.
He was a platoon commander and later a commander of an officers' penal company. He was a senior lieutenant having a degraded regiment commander as a second-in-command. He and his company had to carry out the most difficult and dangerous operations in order to break through the enemy defenses. With more than 80% of the men lost his company succeeded in completing their missions. The horrors of war, the hand-to-hand fights with a desperately struggling enemy are described in this book along with a story of a strong feeling between the young officer and a hospital nurse Rita. Thanks to Alexander Rita was appointed a nurse in the penal battalion. She saved dozens of soldiers, carrying them from the battlefield under enemy fire. It was Rita who saved Alexander Pyl'cyn from death, when he was badly wounded near Berlin. She became his wife in the last months of the war. The author is brilliant at detailing the way of life and personal relations in the war. In this horrible slaughter cowardice and treason went side by side with friendship and heroism. In these inhuman conditions people remained as they were: they lived, they laughed, they loved.
Key sales points: High-quality memoirs from Soviet soldiers who served on the Eastern Front are rare - rarer still are firsthand accounts of the Red Army's penal battalions / The author's intense and exciting style produces a fluid and highly-readable account of the brutal reality of war in the East during its most bitter final phase / Includes the author's experiences during the storming of Berlin 1945, and his battlefield romance with Rita, the battalion's nurse, and his future wife.minefields against German machine-guns with one rifle per three men. The author of this book knows from his own experience what a penal battalion is. A common
Pure, unadulterated Stalinist propaganda, additionally burdened with the atrocity masquerading as translation. This is, I think, the rock bottom poorest publication of this sort it was my misfortune to read, but I guess there will be tankies rubbing one off to Pyl'cyn. Sad, really.
I looked at the first chapter. It is a classic memoir. That is, a plain recollection of events, starting from the author's childhood and pre-war years (he was born on the Far East of the USSR to the family of railroad workers, his father died in the GULAG and both of his brothers died in WWII, Pyltsyn himself volunteered for the army in the first days of the war). From the writing style he sounds like a dyed in the wool Soviet career soldier. The first chapter is full of little details about the soviet life that I find endearing and I am sure you'll appreciate. So, I vote we read it.
A word of caution - Pyltsyn is a "primary source". He reads like an extended battlefield report augmented by an impossible number of cliches and a few personal anecdotes. I guess since he is a career officer, that's what he writes. I hope that the poetry of his that he includes is not translated as it is atrocious.
So, he is no Stephen Ambrose. Actually, he is more of a Richard Winters (of the Easy Company) type. Probably even far more heroic. He nonchalantly describes him leading an attack with 80% casualty rate, another attack over a minefield and an attack over the Oder River where only 13-some people out of his company survived. His love and adventures with his wife-to-be are touching (despite the horrible poetry).
Pyltsyn is a model Soviet citizen and a communist through and through. He is the resident of the country where sex did not exist. Actually, his memoirs (except for the incredible heroics and the interesting composition of his battalion) is fairly typical of Soviet literature. Back in the days, it felt like this was the only kind of literature that was allowed to exist (which is why reading was not much fun). Apparently, Pyltsyn is well known as he cites several newspaper articles and books about himself. One of his annoying features is his constant chatter about medals and military decorations. If feels that it never dawned on him (he was 21 when the war was over) that it is not a costume party. I much rather like Winters' grim determination.
Anyhow, it takes a bit of Ambrose and Spielberg to imagine the events described by Pyltsyn. It is interesting how the penal soldiers yearned to get into hand-to-hand combat, something the Germans seldom withstood. It seems that the fighting was to get to the enemy trenches and to hack them up there.
The penal battalion as described by Pyltsyn seems like a reasonable if harsh enterprise: their weapons were modern and in good supply, they were well-fed and officered. Also, since the penal battalion was composed of convicted officers, they were motivated to fight.
The tagline here is that this only has value to those well read on WW2/the Eastern Front/Stalinist Russia and anyone else should turn back now and not worry about the rest of the review.
For those who are still with me, there is some value. There is clear bias which is both what makes it valuable but also not for the common reader. Despite being published in the 2000's it reads like it was written to go through a 60's Soviet censorship process. This is not surprising coming from a 40 year Soviet officer who laments the dissolution of the 1990's but means you need previous knowledge to spot the downplaying the whitewashing that goes on, especially when it comes to the Soviet advance into Germany proper for what it is; some combination of true belief, coping with the war and lived experiences, and decades of propaganda skewing what you recall. There are even cracks in the authors own story, where he vehemently says the penal battalions were not used for cannon fodder before admitting they were sent walking through a minefield without prior knowledge to clear it and always spearheaded assaults or trying to claim the incident of executed and murdered German civilians was a horrible one of atrocity and limited events instead of a widespread occurrence among Soviet troops. A real stark comparison to a recent read of **A Woman in Berlin**.
But this is one of the least combat forward memoirs from a combat soldier I've read, by the author's own admission he was asked to have some focus on their day to day living and that section of the soldier's experience. And in this way the work is both unique and valuable for the historical record. There are so few Soviet/Eastern Front memoirs in general that we kinda need to take what we can get in firsthand accounts and the non-combat portion is something I don't believe you'll find elsewhere. Made even more valuable and unique coming from a penal battalion leader where the casualty rates were so high.
Though, do be warned, it's a slog to get through. I assume this was originally written in Russian and would be fascinated to know how it reads there because this is not a good read. I imagine it's a combination of Pyl'cyn not being a good writer and the translator doing a poor job taking his poor writing into another language. Although, if it was Pyl'cyn writing in a second language that could also explain some of the prose and organizing that makes this a grind and a slog to get through.
When we hear the term “penal battalion,” we may think of dangerous criminals, former asylum residents, bloodthirsty beasts. Such is not the case, and this is the perfect piece to challenge those beliefs, those myths that have been passed down, the misconceptions we may have. This is the story of a man, who was brave and honorable, providing first-hand accounts of men who were the same - regardless of their scarlet title, which was very often undeserved.
This book gives an insight into the Soviet penal battalions in combat. The author provides first person account of the final battles and the use of the penal company
During World War II, there were special units in the Red Army made up criminals and others who had violated some law(s) of the Soviet state. These were known as Penal Battalions and members were usually sentenced to serve a certain amount of time, unless they shed blood for Mother Russia (fatally or otherwise), or proved themselves in combat with the Germans. The author was a commander in one of these battalions and saw a fair amount of action, being wounded three times and receiving several decorations for combat.
The book is fairly light on action, but still provides an interesting look into a relatively unknown type of unit, at least by Western standards. The Penal Battalions were often given dangerous assignments and sometimes treated as cannon fodder (there's an example of this in the book), and when it came time for glory or recognition they were not given any. Military decorations were extremely important to the members of the battalions as they were one of the ways they could be released from penal duty and returned to their original unit. Bone up on your Russian military awards as you'll read about quite a few in this book.
A good addition to any library of the war on the Eastern Front in World War II.
The author seems to be a died-in-the-wool communist. I suppose that's only natural if one is to survive 40 years in the Soviet army, through WWII and the Stalin years. But it forces one to apply a filter when reading the book - the Soviets only rarely committed atrocities in Germany (the author only mentions seeing one); German civilians feared the Soviets because of propaganda (as if a campaign of rape didn't actually happen); Soviet soldiers, even those in penal battalions, were all patriotic; and so on. But it is an interesting read. Pyl'cyn tells us about his battles and his wounds, and there's a love story in here.