Zugkraftwagen Famo 18t with 6t crane, with two panzer IV engines at repair company of 24.Panzer Regiment of the 12.Panzer-Division, 24. June 1944 in Romania.
At this time the division was equipped with the Panzerkapmfwagen IV Ausf. H (Sd.Kfz.161/2).
Spring of 1918, A7V “Wotan” (car Nr.563) under Commander Lt. Goldmann, 2.Sturmpanzerkraftwagen-Abteilung on a retreat march journey through a French village.
Hallows’Eve costume idea: SS-Krampus!
I once had a comrade,
you won’t find a better one.
The drum was rolling for battle,
he was marching by my side
in the same pace and stride.
A bullet flew towards us
meant for you or for me?
It did tear him away,
he lies at my feet
like he was a part of me.
He wants to reach his hand to me,
while I’m just reloading my gun.
“Can’t give you my hand for now,
you rest in eternal life
My good comrade!”
“Finnish people should be afraid of the Russians.”
“Everybody should be afraid of the Finnish people.”
“Only when they’re drunk and carries a knife. But that’s always.”
I… really wanted to screw my brains out. But now, I am in no condition to fuck!
Korvettekapitan Phillip Thomsen, Das Boot
Books, like oral are just as great to give as to receive…but made even better when the other knows what she/he is doing.
"There was me, that is Sepp, and my three droogs, that is Meyer, Wunsche, and Peiper, and we sat in the Kharkov Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Kharkov milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence."-Josef Dietrich on the Battle of Kharkov
Panzertruppen of 3.SS-Division “Totenkopf” in the Kharkov area, taking a break on a Russian KV1, and sharing a laugh.
My pair of original SS-Oberscharführer shoulder-boards with 1.SS-Division “LAH” cyphers.