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06-22-2004, 04:43 AM
Rem Ulanov

The Transitional Variant

In 1944, when four factories of our country were producing tens of thousands of
new T-34s the most mass produced tank in all the history of world-wide tank
production, the designers under the leadership of A.A. Morozov created a new
tank T-44. It contained a number of innovations. The main one was the
transversal mounting of the engine. This bold design decision determined the
construction of later modifications of the tank for many decades to come.


The decision did not come easy though. All the previous medium and heavy Soviet
(and not just Soviet) tanks were assembled with the engine positioned
longitudinally in the hull. In the T-34, the clutch was installed on the toe of
the crankshaft together with an air turbine to cool the radiators. The power
from the engine was transferred to the gearbox through a pair of conical gears.
The exhaust gases escaped through the exhaust pipes out the back wall of the
hull. On both sides of the hull there were two inclined radiators. The left-over
space between the radiators and the engine was filled by accumulators. Those who
never attempted changing the batteries on a T-34 have no idea what it was to
like to install, secure and connect the terminals of four 64 kg wooden crates,
all done in the dark and in the cramped confines of the engine compartment. They
were inserted either through the cramped driver's hatch or by rope, through the
top turret hatches.

The skeptics (who always did and will exist) said: you can't put a high-speed V-12
engine with a working displacement of almost 40 liters perpendicular to the
direction of travel of the tank - this will inevitably cause problems that could
be as severe as broken connecting rods. They also thought that decreasing the
displacement of the engine compartment for the purpose of enlarging the battle
compartment was unnecessary. Moving the turret rearward could limit the
elevation angle. However, all of these were just unsubstantiated fear, a
stubborn devotion to tradition. Rotating the engine resolved many problems. The
significant decrease in the length of the engine compartment allowed the
designers to shift the turret rearward, with its axis of rotation positioned in
the center of the hull. It has also become possible to increase the thickness of
frontal armor more than twice without disturbing the center of mass or
increasing the mass of the tank. In the T-34 the thickness of armor was 45 mm
all around, except for the bottom and the top. At the beginning of WWII this
seemed like enough. Improvements made to the T-34 during WWII included
increasing the caliber of the gun (from 76 to 85 mm), strengthening the armor of
the turret and a host of other innovations. However, the hull of the tank
remained weak. Increasing the battle compartment allowed the under-floor
ammunition stowage to be removed (it was inconvenient because the used shells
always got in the way) and be moved to the side stowage. Meanwhile, the height
of the tank decreased by 300 mm, even though the turret remained essentially
unchanged. Getting rid of the conical pair in the transmission permitted for a
more compact gear box and for improved control of the brakes and the steering
clutch. Handling the machine became much easier because now the driver's hatch
was positioned on top of the turret, instead of in the front of the hull,
providing the driver with great visibility and keeping him from getting splashed
during fording. The drive train received torsion bar suspension, which resulted
in smoother traversal of rough ground. The T-34's ride was rather stiff and
harsh. The tracks of the new machine were borrowed from its predecessor.

The T-44 was the last Soviet medium tank with paddle-type tracks. However, the
mechanism for tensioning them was significantly better on the T-44. On the T-34
to tension the tracks, you first had to loosen two lug-nuts on the crank and
then pound it with a sledge-hammer in order to separate it from the hull. After
tensioning the track you again had to use the sledge-hammer to set the crank
back in its place. Only then could it be secured in its place. The process
required up to three people and an expansive array of indecent expressions. On
the T-44, the job could be easily done by one person, without the help of a
sledge-hammer.

The rotation of the engine slightly complicated the transmission by introducing
an additional reduction gear - gear-train and fan drive. At the same time the
accessibility to the engine-transmission bay improved. Its cover now turned
along with the radiator and allowed easy access to the engine and its
accessories, as well as to all the elements of the transmission and the
accumulators. All in all, this was essentially a new machine. My first
acquaintance with the tank took place in March 1945 at the Kazan' Senior
Officer's Technical Armor School of the Red Army (KVOTBTShKA). The beautiful
machine was located in a closed and guarded parking bay. You could only see it
through the slits in the garage doors. Its grace and low stance were amazing and
unusual for a medium tank. Just as captivating were the two highly raised
headlights above the front armor plates, the hull machine gun and the circular
array of spokes on the cast road wheels.

A small run of T-44s was produced at the liberated Kharkov factory #75, later
named after the people's commissar of wartime tank production Malyshev. However,
they did not get to see battle action. Several tank regiments were formed with
these machines after the war. A tank, just like any other machine, has to go
through rigorous testing. Pre-production units are subjected to factory testing.
One of the tests consists of resource assessment. The amalgamation of these
tests fully reveals all the traits of a machine. Such tests are essential. The
positive characteristics of the new machine are know to the designers even while
they are still working behind a draft board. However, whatever weaknesses it may
have, appear unexpectedly. Resource tests determine the machine's ability to
perform problem-free by subjecting it to a test run, accruing a predetermined
number of hours of operation, and conducting a required number of field firings.
These tests are long, but they are the only sure way to properly assess the
tank's capabilities. In mid-1947, the GBTU (Chief Tank and Armor Directorate)
adopted a decision to conduct resource testing of the T-44. Three tanks were set
aside for this purpose, each of which had to accumulate 6000 km. The test
program required that every 1500 km the vehicles undergo shooting tests,
complete disassembly and wear analysis. After reassemble, the machines could
proceed with their run. All in all there were 4 stages.

The testing place was chosen to be the research oriented armor proving grounds
(NIIBT) of the Red Army - Kubinka station of the Western rail road, unit 68054.
All my life I've been grateful for the fact that after the disbanding of the
self-propelled SU-76 gun regiment, in which I served as the deputy of battery
equipment, I was sent to Kubinka for further service. The staff of the proving
grounds consisted of erudite and talented military engineers and tank
specialists. The machines there included tanks of almost all epochs and
countries. During my service there, through conversations with friends and
superiors, and by becoming acquainted with many different examples of military
machinery, I enriched my knowledge like I couldn't have done anywhere else.

The department entrusted with conducting the testing was headed by engineer-colonel
Karakozov. The group of test drivers was headed by a benevolent engineer-colonel
Vasilii Fomich Maksimtsev and engineer-major Timofeev. Commanders of the tanks
and technicians-testers were appointed to be captain Borisov, senior lieutenant
Kaplinskiy and me - lieutenant Ulanov. My crew consisted of a driver senior
sergeant Gorbanets, sergeant Kalistratov and junior sergeant Vedeneev. After 50
years, I still remember them clearly - after all, we spent one and a half years
riding together in the same tank. Three vehicles, covered by tarpaulin, arrived
on flat cars from Kharkov in July. Having unloaded ours, me and Gorbanets tried
it out. There wasn't much room at the unloading station so we couldn't really
accelerate the tank. But it was immediately clear: this was no T-34! The
smoothness of the ride and acceleration dynamics were significantly better.

Most of the time was spent road-testing the tanks at the track. At that time it
was a main road consisting of a 30 km circle, situated slightly to the north of
the army town proving grounds. The tanks were delivered to the track on heavy-duty
trailers pulled by the mighty three-axle "Diamond" tractors. To provide for
enough engagement weight, the bed of the tractor was loaded with 10 tons of pig-irons.
The loading tank on slippery ramps, transporting it over deteriorated cobbled
roads, crossing four railroad tracks at the Kubinka station - all this was not
for the weak of heart. At the site there was a small building with stores of
fuel/lubrication materials and a mobile kitchen. In a week's worth of work we
could average 100-150 km. The idea was to traverse at least one full lap while
it was still light.

The next day the crew serviced the machine and the technicians filled out
procedural documents summarizing the testing of the previous day. Each examiner
was given a brown notebook with slots for pencils. In addition, each received a
small wooden box with two sharpened aluminum containers with screw lids and 10
ceramic retorts. The containers were meant for collecting samples of the motor
oil from the engine and transmission lubrication systems, the retorts - for the
main wheel bearing lubricant. At the garrison officer's kitchen the technicians
could be recognized by their dirty overalls and containers with oil samples.
After weighing the machine, the first run was performed on the smaller track on
the grounds of the institute.

After a 20-km race the T-44 was weighed again. Its weight increased almost by a
ton, even though on the outside it was only covered with some dirt. That's when
the hard work began. Having just barely woke up in the morning you had to run
past the kitchen, which was still closed, hanging on to the "Belomor" in your
teeth (the "Belomorkanal" or simply "Belomor" is a cigarette's brand - Valera),
to catch the old "Bedford" truck, which transported the technical examiners to
the track. Being late for the truck meant upsetting the day's testing and was
unthinkable.

The summer of 1947 was a hungry one in our country due to the drought of the
previous year and the extraordinary expenses necessary to restore a war-ravaged
country. No less were the resources expended on developing nuclear weapons. We
understood everything and tried not to whine. The ration system severely limited
the consumption of bread, sugar, and other foods. Officers with families had to
share their rations among all the members. Bachelors had it slightly easier.
Nevertheless, the feeling of hunger never went away. By the end of the summer,
it became a little easier: when we drove away from the base, we deployed a
"landing party" in the persona of sergeant Kalistratov, equipped with a bucket,
a knife and a bit of salt, obtained by dubious means at the soldier's kitchen.
While we conducted our work, traversing the bumpy track, the "landing party"
secretly got hold of some potatoes, which he skinned, boiled, and mashed. Having
done the lap, we stopped next to the devious Kalistratov, who was peering from
the bushes, turned off the engine and started eating away at the much-anticipated
meal. Since I didn't have a spoon, Kalistratov carved something resembling one
out of wood and gave it to me, laughing.

Pretty soon a competition developed between our three crews: who could accrue
the most mileage. The first thousand kilometers were relatively trouble-free,
but then all sorts of problems began to pop up. Due to a defective guard
coupling in the fan drive, a shaft broke on Borisov's tank. On my tank, when I
was switching gears, two of them engaged simultaneously, which caused a break of
a gear pinion. Kaplinskiy lost his engine. However, in this case, impudence was
to blame. Trying to prove that his T-44 is the best and the strongest, he was
towing a heavy IS-3 tank, which, in turn, lost its engine.

The track runs were pretty intense. Every day 10 or more machines were
accumulating the necessary mileage. After the repair of my machine, which
suffered from a broken gear pinion, I took it to the track. Boris Kaplinskiy,
whose motorcycle recently broke down, asked me for a ride. Stretching out on the
front seat of the "Diamond," he was blissfully warming himself next to the hot
engine. I was sitting on the roof top of the cabin, facing rearward. Suddenly,
after crossing the railroad at the Kubinka station, the trailer separated from
the hitch at 20 km/h. I started pounding on the roof of the passenger
compartment. The driver stopped the tractor abruptly. The trailer, coasting down
the road, hit out tractor and it bounced off like a ball. Boris Kaplinskiy was
thrown to the ground and found himself right in the path of an approaching
trailer. Prowling the ground with the tow bar, it was slowly moving right at my
friend, who was lying on the ground. The tall and stately Boris took the only
reasonable course of action in this situation: on all fours, he quickly started
crawling toward the roadside.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, the spectacle was so amusing that I
could not contain my laughter. Everything turned out fine that time. The trailer
with the tank safely came to a halt on the side of the road. Winter came and
with it - new incidents. Due to an incomplete draining of the cooling system,
caused by a water pump system that had been modified to reduce engine height, a
small shaft broke after an impeller pump froze over. The repair of the shaft,
considering the field conditions, was something of an acrobatic stunt. Two
people grabbed a third one by the legs and lowered him, head-down, into the
engine bay, where he had to loosen the fastening and remove the broken shaft.
Then, he was pulled out and after a short breather, lowered back down to install
the new shaft. If he could not complete the job in two attempts, he was
repeatedly lowered until the new part was secured.

The packed winter track allowed for greater speeds. This allowed us to
accumulate the desired mileage. One time, having returned from the track, I
discovered that my cheeks, nose, and ears were frost bitten. During driving, the
driver was supposed to be protected from rain and snow by a removable tarp cover
with a small glass window. However, this set up was not successful and its use
was deemed impractical. My frostbite became known to the local and Moscow
authorities. Their reaction was exceptional: in three days all officers of the
institute received wool sweaters, fur vests, like the ones given out during the
war, new white coats, woolen boots with rubber galoshes for the engineers and
padded gray winter shoes for the technicians. In addition, the testers were
given padded tank helmets and fur mittens on a leather string. Pretty soon, you
could see officers' wives strutting around the town in their husbands'
overcoats. Every unfortunate event has its positive sides.

By 1948, our vehicles amassed more than 2000 km. The authorities were impatient.
With their silent consent, we started running the tanks on a stretch of a snow
covered Minsk highway between Golitsyn and Mozhaisk. In the test protocol, the
nature of the road was described as "a winter, snow covered road without ditches
and sharp turns." In two weeks the signs of testing became noticeably more
prominent. Paddle-type tracks quickly became worn out. At high speeds, which at
times reached 60 km/h, the upper segments of the tracks, severely bashed on the
drive wheels, creating excessive stress in the drive train. The driving was
conducted only during the night, when the number of cars was relatively few.

The T-44 tank was not equipped with the night vision equipment at the time. This
equipment was demonstrated to us by its developers during one of the training
days, which were organized 1-2 times a month. That device was highly secret. It
was set up in the auditorium of the club. On the outside, the building was
heavily guarded by armed soldiers from the headquarters defense company. Each
officer was given a chance to look through the device at those present in the
auditorium. Finally, it was my turn. I started looking around through the rows
of officers. In the green-blue light I recognized the features of engineer-colonel
Skvortsov. I knew that it was Skvortsov by his high forehead and glasses. Then
there was Major Krementulo, sleeping in the dark room, agape with his head
tilted back. Then - Lenochka from the chemical laboratory (Lenochka is a female
name - Valera). Even the distorted image of the night vision scope could not
detract from her beauty. We were all shocked by the capabilities of that device.

Unfortunately, track testing soon ended, and ended too bad. When one of the
tanks from our group tried to pass a slow-moving truck, it collided head-on with
an approaching truck, smashed it to pieces and killed the two people inside.
Having torn off the cabin with its gun, the vehicle dragged it almost all the
way to the park. The vehicle was a self-propelled "100" artillery gun (means SU-100
- Valera), which was used for testing motor oil additives. Its commander was a
young and cheerful lieutenant Kalinin. During the field court trial, his
superior, engineer-colonel I , nick-named "Sperokheta blednaya" (a Russian
coarse, means somewhat like "pallid sperm" - Valera), denied any involvement in
the incident, even though he was fully aware of where and how the "100" was
being tested. Kalinin got a two-year prison sentence and was deprived of all
decorations.

After that, the testing moved back to the deteriorated track. In February
Kaplinskiy crossed over to the other side of Moscow river in search of a better
track and found a suitable route. Its main advantage was that there were no
villages nearby. On the return trip, his tank fell through the ice up to its
turret. Fortunately, the water in that place was not deep. The attempt to pull
the tank out without additional help was unsuccessful and the second engine went
out of line.

The testing continued. After a certain number of kilometers, the tanks had to
conduct field firing with live rounds: 10 shots with the turret parallel to the
hull and 10 shots with the turret - perpendicular. During the trip from the park
to the firing range, my driver became ill, and so I had to drive the tank
myself. The number of kilometers accumulated by me and Gorbanets was about the
same. After lowering the seat into the combat position, I was ready to carry out
orders of the two artillery officers in charge of the shelling. Kalistratov and
Vedeneev stepped out of the vehicle into a shelter. Having found myself in the
cramped position of the driver I was amazed at how difficult controlling the
machine has become. The pedals of the main clutch, the fuel supply, and incline
brake all were now positioned much higher. The levers of the steering clutch and
gear shifting became inconvenient to operate. The visibility was limited.

The shelling lasted for 15-20 minutes. Hot cartridges were rolling underfoot,
just like in a T-34 or an SU-76. I was deafened and choked by the gases from the
gun. After we finished firing, I started the engine, not without some
difficulty, and drove in reverse out of the firing range. Taking a rest, I
thought: how would the driver feel in this tank during a real battle? The three-year
old war was still fresh in my mind.

The ambition to accumulate mileage was replaced by a more rigorous examination
of various junctions and mechanisms of the tank. The trouble-shooting and
problem analysis became stricter. It was discovered that falling-home of the
road wheels appeared sooner than anticipated. To increase the service life of
the road wheel drive train, the new tank was set up with a slight camber of the
paired road wheels. However, this resulted in greater stress on the outer
rollers. As the run progressed, camber disappeared, and both wheels - the outer
and the inner were loaded equally. The last stage of the run proceeded with the
falling-home of the road wheel, where the inner wheel became more loaded. On our
tanks, falling-home began to appear after 2500 km. To successfully complete a
6000 km run, it was necessary to replace expensive parts of the drive train.

By the middle of the third thousand the tank became worn out. Boris Kaplinskiy,
loyal to his negligence, ruined an engine by not submitting motor oil samples to
the chemical analysis lab. This was his third engine. It has to be mentioned
that the expert staff of the chemical lab could predict any problems an engine
might have with a high degree of accuracy by analyzing the oil. After being
reprimanded by his superiors and calming his grief, Kaplinskiy took me to the
"Mukhran." That was the nickname of a blue-painted beer stand. The name was
derived from captain Mukhrankiy's last name, because his wife worked at the
stand. The captain played the role of both husband and rationer. He measured out
the beer from barrels with the help of air cylinders used to start the tank. And
if you were nice to his wife, she could pour you a hundred grams of the hard
stuff.

The engine of my machine got old and worn out and could no longer start
properly. The oil pressure dropped to 2-3 atmospheres. Under heavy loads, it
started smoking, spewing out black smog out the side. The tracks got ripped
several times. The last rip could have ended quite tragically.

On a rainy autumn day, Gorbanets was driving the machine on the track, and I, as
usual, was boldly sitting on top of the hull next to the driver's hatch (this
way it was more convenient to monitor the instrument panel) and taking notes in
the issued notebook. We were required to record the revolutions of the
crankshaft, oil pressure and temperature, and water temperature every 30
minutes. In one place the track passed pretty close to a steep Moscow river
bank. To save me from getting splashed by mud, Gorbanets tried to circumnavigate
a large puddle on the right and approached the bank at full speed. Just at the
moment the left track ripped. I didn't realize it at first, but when the tank
started pulling to the left, it finally hit me what had happened. The tank
stopped, the engine died and it slowly started to slide toward the precipice. I
quickly jumped to the ground and while trying to prevent the tank from sliding,
started yelling to the driver to start pushing the tank. But the tank kept on
sliding and even together with Kalistratov and Vedeneev, we couldn't possibly
hang on to a 32-ton beast.

The disaster was prevented by a lonely little tree growing on the edge of the
bank. It strained and bent under the load, but the tank stopped. We secured the
tank a much as we could with tow cables, dumped anything that we could get hold
of under the drive wheels, and started waiting for the next machine to pass by.
After 10 minutes or so, a "100" appeared and pulled us out to safety. At the
department everybody understood that the results of testing were quite
sufficient to develop a comprehensive picture of the machine's operational
characteristics. Some of the test materials were sent to NTK (Technical Research
Committee) and the Chief Directorate even before the testing ended. The machines
had exhausted their resources and showed everything that they were capable of.
It was clear that they could not run for 6000 km without major repairs. After
3000 km the testing ended.

Shortly afterwards, a batch of T-54, guarded and covered by tarpaulin arrived
from Nizhnij Tagil for testing.

Author:
R.Ulanov

2RHPZ
06-22-2004, 04:45 AM
Aleksandr Vasilevich Bondar'. Ulianovsk school 1940

I am almost 80 years old. I am of Ukrainian nationality, born in the Right Bank
Ukraine [Western bank of the Dnieper River, which virtually bisects Ukraine] in
the Vinnitsa region. In 1940, I finished 10th grade and in the same year I
entered the Ulyanovsk Tank School. Why did I become a tanker? I have to say that
during the years when I was studying in school, everything was geared towards
preparing the population's morale for the inevitable war with fascist Germany.
So I saw myself as a future fighter. Besides that, my uncle was a military man,
and in '39 he told me, "Sasha, you will finish high school. I advise you to go
to a military college. We cannot avoid war, so it's much better to be a
commander in the war - you can do more because you will be better educated."
These words played a part in the making of my decision, and I enrolled in one of
the best schools - the Ulianovsk Tank School. But, I didn't complete the whole
course - one is supposed to study for two years and I studied one and a half.

- A.D. Was the training at school geared towards preparing you to be a tank
commander?

Not a tank commander, it was geared toward the training of tank troop
lieutenants, and a lieutenant could already become commander of a tank, platoon,
or in the best case, a company commander. Not more. You could say that they
prepared us to be commanders of light tank platoons. When, in Leningrad in '39
the heavy tank KV (Klim Voroshilov) came out, then they started to place not
sergeants, but lieutenants as tank commanders. That's why I was a heavy tank
commander in the Battle of Moscow. And after, I was already a platoon commander.
The highest post I reached during the war was a tank company commander.

- A.D. What was in the school's program? What were the practice machines - T-26,
BT-5?

I report: The course consisted of three companies of 100 cadets; in each company
were four classes with 25 people. Thus, 600 people studied simultaneously in two
courses. Every year the school had 300 graduates. The school was provided with a
special battalion; it had all the machines that we studied. This battalion was
located in camps twenty kilometers from the Volga. We went there in the winter
and summer. We drove and fired the tanks, serviced and repaired them, and so on.
We studied both the T-26 and BT-5. Generally, the school prepared lieutenants
for BT tanks. These were very popular tanks at the time.

- A.D. Were you trained to drive on wheels?

Yes, of course. It was very awkward because a steering wheel had to be specially
installed. A drive shaft went from the gearbox to the rear supporting wheels (it
had four supporting wheels), a special "guitar" had been set for a transmission
of revolving motion not to the driving wheels, which drove a caterpillar track,
but to the rear supporting wheels, but they were enormous and the steering wheel
was very difficult to hold because of that. The tank could go up to 90 km/h, but
the strongest man could drive at that speed for only 20-30 kilometers, not more,
otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on to the steering wheel. The movement on
wheels was only intended for driving on asphalt or a paved road, so much so that
the ability of the tank to travel cross-country on these wheels was rotten.

- A.D. Did you fire a 45 mm gun?

Of course.

- A.D. At what kind of target? Moving or stationary?

Both stationary and moving. We performed various exercises. "Firing in defense"
- this is when a tank had been dug in, distance was checked, a reference point
supplied, in order to have good target lines, the tank itself was concealed.
Then the target appearing in the area of the reference point is struck with the
first shot.

In an offensive, firing is conducted both during short stops and on the move.
When you are firing from a "short", the commander orders the driver, "Short."
The driver stops the tank, and the commander counts to himself, "twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three." At that time he should be able to aim the gun at the
target, determine the speed of the target, if it's moving, make a correction in
the gun's sight and make the shot. If you stay more than 3-4 seconds in one spot
- you will be hit by the enemy yourself. Firing on the move is not very
effective and is usually aimed in the general vicinity of the target.

- A.D. How much practice was there on the machines?

Practice was sufficient in order to know how to use a BT. We studied the
materiel in great detail. The M-17 engine is very complicated, but we knew it
down to the last screw. The gun, machine gun - we took them all apart and put
them back together, the tank was easily understood by the crew. Today it is not
really that necessary for a crew to study the tank. A tank is very precise and
smooth, the only thing left for the crew to do is press the buttons. Today the
crew does nothing. If the tank got knocked out - there is nothing left to say.

- A.D. Driving, firing, commandeering, command and control - what was given more
attention?

Two issues - firing and driving.

- A.D. Did you have any T-34 and KV tanks at the school?

They arrived at the school. The KV and T-34 came, but we had to master them in
the course of war. Three KV tanks were unloaded in Ulianovsk itself, in the
Lenin Square above the Volga. They let us get inside the heavy tank and drive it
to the Lenin monument, put it in reverse gear and drive back, to go one more
time to the Lenin monument, but to switch from first gear to second and come
back. Van'ka gets out, Mishka gets in. With this experience I received my own KV
and left for the 20th Brigade at the Borodino field. The war taught me the rest
?

- A.D. How did the war start for you?

The war found me in school, in camp. The school chief, former brigade commander
in the Finnish war, without a leg, came out onto the rostrum and said, "My boys,
the war has begun. It is going to be very big and very long. Study and don't
make me send you out prematurely. Study as much as possible. When it's
necessary, we'll send for you. Don't worry, everybody will get enough of war."

In October of '41, I graduated from the school as a lieutenant and found myself
in the city of Vladimir where the 20th Tank Brigade was being formed. I received
a KV tank and on 11 October 1941 I was already at the Borodino field as a part
of that brigade. At that time in the Borodino Field they had the 18th, 19th, and
20th Tank Brigades and the 32nd Rifle Division under Colonel Polosukhin, which
had arrived from the Far East. If it weren't for three of these tank brigades
and Polosukhin's rifle division, the Germans would have come freely to Naro-Fominsk
because after the encirclement of our troops near Viazma, all the roads to
Moscow were left open. The Germans pressed north toward Klin, and south toward
Tula, they made the most enormous mistake, because the eastern direction was
open to them.

- A.D. Was the brigade at full strength when it went into battle at Moscow?

The brigade went into the Moscow battle with very different tanks: I think there
were no more than 7 KV tanks, no more than 20 T-34s, and the rest were T-60s,
BTs and T-26s. So the brigade was fairly weak. Virtually, it had been assembled
from everything that could have come together from the nearest directions. We
were formed in one week: the formation began on the first, and on the ninth we
had already loaded onto flatcars. Marshal Fedorenko arrived, presented a banner,
we marched around town, the townspeople applauded us, loaded us up, and sent us
on our way to Moscow. Tanks were waiting for us there - in Golitsyno, in
Dorokhovo. We arrived, got into our tanks and drove out to the Borodino Field.

- A.D. Tell about your first battle.

The first battle was difficult. Our brigade was deployed on the Borodino Field
in the second echelon of Fifth Army under Leliushenko. The 18th and 19th Tank
Brigades and the 32nd Rifle Division were stretched out in the first echelon,
and we were in the second. But when the enemy broke through in 32nd Division's
sector in the very Borodino Field, our brigade was deployed and was dug in the
ground. My KV tank only had its turret sticking out with the 76 mm gun, so it
was comparatively easy for me. Without any fear, I burned two armored personnel
carriers from a distance of 500-600 meters, and when the Germans jumped out of
these carriers I kept pouring machine gun fire on them.

"On October 15th, Hitlerites broke through to the Artemkino village. The 20th
Tank Brigade arrived in time from the reserve to help infantry and artillery,
and destroyed 10 tanks, 15 guns, 1 armored car and 7 enemy machine guns in the
first battle. The village remained in our possession." Could you comment on
this?

When on the 10th we arrived to the Borodino Field, the brigade commander,
Colonel Orlenko, came out to the Old Smolensk Road to decide where to deploy
tanks. This was at night. At this time a car with the lights on drove up to us
at high speed from the direction of Gzhatsk. He raised his pistol, stopped the
car with Red Army soldiers sitting in it, went up to the lieutenant sitting in
that car, and said: "How dare you violate the blackout?!" - a shot rang out and
the brigade commander fell, the car sped away, no one realized anything, and so
it drove off in the direction of Vereya. So that was our first serious defeat.
Orlenko's second in command, Antonov, took charge. And about that first battle,
I will not philosophize especially? I don't remember if it was this battle or
another, I know that my tank and I destroyed two armored personnel carriers with
infantry. I don't know what was going on at the flanks there. And then we
already started to retreat, to reatreat toward Akulovo.

KV-1 in attack. 1944, Karelian front

I have more impressions of the KV, when we took the counteroffensive. Our
brigade was taking Ruza. We got to the town on January 21st. The city itself was
on a hill on another, on the western bank of the river by the same name, and our
bank was gently sloping. The infantry was pushed to the ground by enemy fire and
wouldn't advance. In all, we had four KV tanks in the brigade, and the rest were
T-26s and BTs. That is to say, I was like a grenadier. These little tanks didn't
play a role, they burned like candles, but the Germans still did not have the
means to burn KV tanks from the front. So, the division commander, to which the
20th Tank Brigade had been attached, ordered "Send forward a KV tank to cover
the infantry, so that it would come out onto the ice and attack Ruza." And the
battalion commander said,
-"Son, you are going to drive on ice."
-"Well, you do know that the tank weighs 48 tons and it's January 21st, which
means that the ice isn't 40 centimeters thick yet and it won't hold." I say.
-"Son, make sure you don't drive far, so when you start to sink, you'll still
have time to jump out."
We had to carry out the order, otherwise the infantry wouldn't advance and would
not take Ruza. I said to the driver, Miroshnikov, a former actor from the
Voroshilovograd theatre, who was four years older than me (he never called me
"Comrade Lieutenant," but always: "come on, lieutenant, come on, lieutenant." I
considered this normal because I had only just arrived, and he fought from the
western borders and already had the Order of the Red Banner).
-"Miroshnikov, you just make sure to put the transmission in neutral if we go to
the bottom so that when they pull out the tank, it won't drag out, but will roll
on its caterpillar tracks.
-"I know this, Lieutenant, I know."
And I say to the rest of the crew members,
-"Don't close the upper hatch." If we sink, we could still push it out and bail
out.

And so it happened. We went 7-8 meters and then - the tank sank to the bottom.
We had enough strenght in our tank overalls, padded jackets, and felt boots to
bail out so the water was up to our necks, because the tank was 2.8 meters tall,
and I was 1.65 meters, so it was clear that if it sank, I would've drowned as
well. The infantry had already seized the enemy bank, so there was no machine
gun fire from that side. Then they stripped us naked right there on the bank and
wrapped us each in a sheepskin coat and sent us to the grove, gave us a glass of
vodka each, and said, "Sleep!" We slept through the night, and in the morning
the commander of the repair brigade woke me up and said, "Bondar', let's go to
Moscow for some cable to pull out the tank. They gave us a truck and we went to
the place where the Cathedral of Christ the Savior is today. There were small
coils of American cable - very light and very durable, we rolled this coil to
the truck and by the evening returned to the Ruza again, the sappers hooked up
our tank, pulled it out, dried it out, replaced the batteries, and already in
three days I was on the offensive again. So now whenever I go to Christ the
Savior with my family, I say, "Keep in mind that there, where the Cathedral of
Christ the Savior now stands, in '42 I took a coil of American cable there."

- A.D. And have any other battles remained in your memory between the October
and January battles?

-The most difficult thing was that we had to retreat because the Germans
inserted strong forces in the center region in Borodino Field, and we had to
retreat from one defensive line to another toward Vereya. Our brigade crossed
the Old Minsk Highway. We were taking casualties. There are now many cemeteries
in Vereya and in other populated places, where our men were buried. I was able
to escape injury in these defensive battles. But there was nothing special to
remember.

- A.D. So they pulled you out and already in 3 days you were back in combat?

-Yes, the main thing was that the driver had proven himself worthy of my trust,
and the transmission was shut off. When we got the cable and pulled out the tank
with tractors, the engine did not turn, the rollers rotated the tracks, and we
pulled it out easily. But most importantly, the driver was able to turn off the
engine, if he had not done this, then the engine would've pulled in water
instead of air, and it would have received a hydraulic blow in the cylinders,
and that would have simply blown it up.

- A.D. And then?

-And then we approached Gzhatsk, which today is called Gagarin. We took up the
defense. It was already sometime in April. Our task was to stop the new German
counter offensive. At the Supreme Command headquarters, at the western front
under Zhukov's command, there was fear that the Germans would not forgive us for
when we cut their northern and southern flanks at Kalinin and Tula and drove
from them from Naro-Fominsk to Gzhatsk. There was information that they were
transporting divisions and brigades from France, and that they felt obliged to
justify themselves with a counteroffensive. Knowing how many casualties we
suffered on the offensive, they could easily have improved their business and
taken Moscow. So, our brigade, other brigades, divisions had been dug in, in the
Gzhatsk region, and in Uvarovka they were ready to defend themselves, if the
enemy broke through to this region. And so we waited until August, and at the
beginning of August, our brigade was transported to the Kalinin front to the
Shakovskaia station.

- A.D. You said that you were lightly wounded?

Well, I went out to reconnoiter where to deploy the tank. We went out to the
forward positions of the infantry and I received a bullet wound in my right arm.
They dressed my wound, the brigade was relatively unoccupied, and in a week I
had found myself back in the tank again, that is to say everything was okay. But
the serious wound that I got was already at Rzhev.
Toward the spring of '42, the Western Front advanced at most 250 km. It was
already clear that Moscow had been saved, but Stalin and the headquarters were
afraid of the possibility of a new German offensive against Moscow, and so they
continued to regard this as the main front. And so they fortified and fortified
and fortified this front. But still there was little ammunition, little
artillery and the main thing was that the headquarters did not have any data
about what the Wehrmacht was planning for the summer. Stalin and Zhukov were
convinced that in the summer the Germans would try to seize Moscow again, but
the Germans were not stupid, they understood that since they had failed once,
the Russians would be fortified. The Wehrmacht decided to attack in the south.
And then Zhukov, having agreed with Stalin began the offensive from the line we
reached during the winter counteroffensive, to interdict the Germans from
removing their troops and sending them to Stalingrad.
They transported us to the Kalinin front. We marched 150 km. I was already the
HQ platoon commander in Medvedev's tank battalion. This battalion was equipped
with T-34s. Incidentally, my KV tank was blown up by a mine at a later time, and
I don't know anything about the fate of its crew.

Tanks in ambush


We started the August offensive of '42 from the Shakovskaia station, at
Pogoreloe Gorodishe, toward Rzhev. Zhukov then figured that we would take Rzhev
and cut off the so-called "Rzhev balcony" - a bridgehead for an offensive on
Moscow. It was not successful - the balcony was not taken until '43. We did not
have enough strength to begin a real offensive. I remember the battalion
commander, Medvedev, gathered us, the commanders of companies and platoons and
said, "In this offensive, the Germans must be rolled all the way to Smolensk, so
be certain. Advance. Carry out your tasks," but we did not move very far ahead.
Although there were results for the first five or six days, and we were able to
successfully drive the Germans off somewhere around 70 km. I must say that it
was the first Red Army offensive in the summer, if you don't count the El'na
operation in 1941. And we still did not now how to attack the summer German. I
saw that during the offensive our jumping off positions were 3 km. from the
front lines. Of course this was incorrect, the infantry needed to be no farther
than a kilometer away, not three. Already in the fall, after my wound, my
brigade reached Karmanovo, but what my battalion commander had said, that the
Germans would roll all the way to Smolensk, that didn't happen.

We realized that from that point we would advance on the Germans who had
successfully built up their defenses - not stretched out in a single line, but
in pockets, in strong points. We learned to build up our defense from them, so
at Stalingrad our defense was also in pockets. In the past, the defense for us
had been a three kilometer trench, with openings for machine guns, for SMGs. At
the beginning of the war we had 150 divisions stretched out in one line from
Murmansk to Odessa, and the Germans created three groupings: Center, South, and
North, and created a five-fold superiority in these sectors, how could they not
with us stretched out in a single line. And so we learned the defense in that
Rzhev offensive.

- A.D. Did they reinforce you with tanks after the Moscow battle?

-Yes, of course. T-34s arrived, unfortunately they were Stalingrad T-34s, with
their supporting wheels without rims. They rumbled terribly. I fought in just
such a machine. Many T-60s arrived, manufactured at Gorky. There were still very
few of KVs because Leningrad stopped producing KVs, and Chelyabinsk still had
not started up production, so the KVs were simply assembled from the parts of
damaged ones. There were many T-34s, our battalion had 30 of them, that is we
were a completely T-34 battalion.
There are two episodes from this offensive: The HQ platoon contained the
battalion commander's T-34 and two light tanks - T-60s, so he took one with him
and left one with me. - "You will follow after me. Maintain communication with
me and when I call you, then you come." In a defensive battle there was little
of everything: there was little ammunition and little artillery. When the
offensive began, I saw for the first time what powerful artillery bombardment
was. It was impressive.
We went on the offensive. I was one or one and a half kilometers behind our
combat formation and suddenly saw a field dotted with our dead and wounded
soldiers. Young guys, with Guards badges, in brand new uniforms, in soldiers'
shirts? A German machine gunner sat in a pillbox and wiped out our soldiers.
This was such an inept surmounting of the no-man's-land. The soldiers were ready
for anything, but the commanders did not know how to attack properly. They
needed to bring up the mortars, some artillery, suppress this machine gun, but
no, the commanders urged, "Onward! Onward!" It was a hot day. I remember that a
nurse ran around the field and cried, "Oh, kind people! Help me! Help me take
them away to the shade!" I helped her drag the wounded over. The majority were
in a state of shock, that is to say unconscious, so it was hard to tell who was
wounded and who was already dead. It was a very oppressive impression?What big
losses, how much the war costs us?? From that point on I never saw such inept
command, so that one German machine gun wiped out an entire clearing of people.
These were the problems of the first defensive period of the war, when we still
did not know how to fight properly. But we learned to fight, like Peter I
learned from the Swedes, so we learned to fight from the Germans right up until
Stalingrad. And after Stalingrad we did not need to learn from them anymore, we
could already fight.
I remember I had already gone 15 km with my tank - how much equipment the
Germans had abandoned: supporting vehicles, repair shops. You stop at this
vehicle and there is a white towel for the service of the materiel. I would've
taken such towel to wipe my nose, but they had them all in boxes, they were
repairing something and wiping it with these towels. I thought, "Yeah, you sure
live well, guys!" Then I came out and saw a BMW motorcycle, I had never seen one
like that and I didn't know how to drive a motorcycle at all. When I sat down on
it, I didn't know how to shift gears because I didn't know where the clutch was.
And when I grabbed the handle of the clutch it lurched from its place, I
thought, "Okay, as long as it goes, I'll simply adjust the speed with the gas."
My tank commander was driving in the T-60 tank, and I rode the motorcycle behind
him. I had ridden like that until the evening, before I wound up in the brigade
and the counterintelligence officer said, "You need to fight, so I'm taking the
motorcycle from you."

And so on the 7th, we wound up near the village of Krivtsy. At that time only
three tanks were left in the battalion: two T-34s and one T-60, and all the
others had been destroyed. In war there existed such a law: the brigade receives
combat orders up until the last tank, if the last tank has been burnt, then the
brigade has the right to be excused from battle and to be dispatched to
reorganize at the rear when new tanks arrive. I understand this now, but I
didn't know it then. The battalion commander summoned me and said, "Son, there
is nothing for me to command. You will go fight. There are two T-34s for you -
my tank and lieutenant Dolgushin's, my friend from the Ulianovsk school, and a
T-60. Try to break into Krivtsy at night and hold there and in the morning the
infantry will get there." That was the entire mission. Ahead there was a river
and across it a bridge, as a rule the bridge should have been mined by the
Germans. And in the stream there was a swamp so that if you drove there you
would get stuck, and that means you would not be able to carry out your mission.
I decided to take a risk - to "sacrifice" the T-60, because if the T-60 can make
it, that means that the bridge isn't mined. But, we made it. The fact that the
bridge wasn't mined was to my greatest joy. We entered the little village and
they opened machine gun fire on us and we started to fire on them, too. I wanted
to fire the cannon, but I had to keep poking my head out, looking at the gun so
that it didn't touch the ground and didn't look at the sky since it was already
getting dark. I saw Dolgushin's tank catch fire, I thought, "Why aren't you
jumping out?! Why aren't you jumping out?!" They I saw - they jumped out, I
thought "Thank God!" I wasn't even thinking about myself. I was left with one T-60
and T-34 on the outskirts of the village. In the morning, early morning, because
it was still chilly, the Germans came with a counterattack at 6 o'clock or
something. I saw for the first and last time how the dense line of Germans
advanced, clothed for the night in unbuttoned overcoats with automatic weapons
and carbines. I saw their faces - hairy and, one may assume, drunk. I kept
mowing them down with my machine gun and shreds of their overcoats flew out from
their backs, and then they just fell. It seemed a lot like a firing squad
execution? I managed. I had held out. I had wrecked five dug-in tanks. There was
nothing they could do because those were Pz.III, Pz.IV tanks, and I was in a T-34
whose frontal armor they couldn't penetrate.

- A.D. But did they hit you?

Yes, of course they did.

After midday a knock resounded at the bottom of the tank and a soldier said,
"Lieutenant Bondar'. A note for you from the battalion commander." I say, "Take
it through the hatch." The commander writes, "Son, at five o'clock in the
evening 'Katyushas' will play. As soon as they play, try to break through with
the infantry to the opposite end of Krivtsy." That was the whole order.
Everything was clear: there were no separation lines from neighboring
detachments, no reference points, simply: "Son, try to break through to the
other end." And so I gave orders to get ready.
And so off we dashed. I see a clearing bathed in sunlight on the other end, and
I have only one wish - to get to that clearing, if it's not defended, that would
mean the village is mine, and I wouldn't advance further -- I will have carried
out my mission and stayed alive. As soon as I thought that, I see through the
periscope - a German tank gun! A missile to the side! The driver cries,
"Commander! They killed radio operator Tarasov!" I bend over Tarasov - he is all
black, the projectile went right through him. Another blow! The tank stalled and
caught fire! We had to save ourselves because the tank was burning. I threw back
the hatch and yelled to the crew, "Out of the vehicle!" and jumped. All three
jumped, and the dead remained in the tank.
We jumped onto a potato field. Bullets whistled around, I had been wounded,
blood gushed from my left leg. The driver crawled over and said, "Lieutenant,
give me your revolver and I will protect both you and me." "And where," I say,
"is yours?" "Well, it got accidentally unhooked and remained in the tank." But I
knew he always took it off and laid it on the seat because it impeded his work
with the levers, and so this time fate punished him. "No" I say, "I can't do
that because I'm wounded and in case anything happens I wouldn't have anything
to kill myself with, because I'm not gonna give myself up as a prisoner, to be
tortured. And why did the tank stall?" And he tells me that before the second
blow the battery block, which sends the current to the starter, was damaged.
"And why didn't you try to start it with air?" I say. "It escaped me - I
forgot." While we lay there, the tank stopped burning. I lie there and and keep
saying, "Why aren't you burning, why aren't you burning?" After all, if it
doesn't burn I'm facing the penal battalion, because I had the right to leave
the tank under two circumstances: the first, if it caught fire and the second,
if its armament was out of commission. But now the gun was fine and the tank
stopped burning. It turns out that the tank itself wasn't burning, but the
vapors inside it were. And the vapors all burned out, the oil burned out on the
bottom as well, and the tank stopped burning. I lie there, thinking about the
responsibility for an abandoned tank, what will become of me, if I will stay
alive, and say to the driver, "Crawl over there. You alone can crawl over there,
the Germans think that we are all gone. So crawl over there and try to start the
tank." But I wanted to live so badly! "Then", I say, "driver over us and try to
get us in through the bottom hatch." Then I thought that it was possible,
because I really wanted to live, now I understand that doing that was not
possible. What kind of a driver, while he is being shot at, would drive over us,
open the bottom hatch, pick up me, wounded, and the loader? It's impossible. The
driver jumped into the tank. The tank let out a roar, unfurled like a dog
chasing its tail, and drove back to our lines. Now I see that he did the right
thing. Otherwise, if he had gone to take us, we would all have been killed. And
so he went back to our lines and saved the tank. But back then?
Incidentally, I later read in Komsomolskaya Pravda an article about this battle.
Although, it said there, "seven times the Germans set fire to the tank and seven
times the driver put it out." Well, this of course was all a lie! This was
impossible. The battalion Komsomol secretary wrote this, it was excusable for
him.
The loader Slepov and I remained in the potatoes. Things were toward evening,
the shooting died out, and we began to crawl. We found one of our bunkers from
1941 - no Germans were there. We crawled into it and snuggled up next to the
back wall. I say to Slepov, "Bandage me above the knee," he took his belt and
tied it on my leg, but the blood had really stopped by that time. Then we heard
Germans. They followed our tracks. We trampled some potatoes, after all. There
some feldwebel or sergeant gives a command, but the soldier does not want to go
into the bunker. And they begin to spray the bunker's breastwork with automatic
weapons, the ground came down on my head, but the bullets didn't come through.
Slepov gestured for me to move aside, but I waved my hand - it's okay, they
weren't penetrating. I wanted to sleep very badly because I had lost a lot of
blood. But the important thing was to manage to shoot yourself, because if the
Germans wake you up, then they'll be cutting stars into your back, so I picked
up cold soil and pressed it against my forehead, my cheeks, so I wouldn't fall
asleep.

- A.D. Was there information about how the Germans would torture prisoners?

-Yes, of course, there was a lot of information about the fact that the Germans
tortured us, cut stars into our backs. I never saw it myself, but I read about
it in the newspapers.
I had seven cartridges in my revolver, a '38 issue. Every second one would be a
misfire, so I figured to fire three bullets at the Germans, who would crawl
inside, and the fourth one for myself, in order to kill myself for sure. And so
I lay there unscrewing the insignia from my collar tabs, so that if I would get
taken prisoner, they would take me for a private and torture me less, and I
thought, "Lord, save me!" If You do, I will always believe in You." And that is
how it happened. And even to this day, I believe?Although my notion of God - a
supreme cosmic intelligence.
At that moment I hear a salvo of "Katyushas." The Germans were hit. They yelled
"Vai, Vai, Vai" and ran - they now had other things to worry about besides us. I
could hear them dragging one of their wounded away, and at that moment a German
crept backward into our bunker and ? fell asleep. It was like a fantasy. The 8th
day of the offensive was on, the Germans were already drunk, exhausted, and they
could not perceive the reality the way it really was. He did not even think that
anyone could be in the bunker, he thought that they were firing into it and that
no one was there, and so he crawled in. I gestured to my Slepov - go and stab
him with a knife. And he gestured back - I don't know how to do it with a knife.
Then I showed him the way to do it in the temple, he understood, crawled away,
took the knife. I only heard the German wheeze once, but Slepov kept cutting him
for a while.
We crept out. Night, stars, dew. Slepov wasn't wounded, I was, we had to crawl
toward our men and again an impossible order, "Crawl - I say - alone, because
you can run if they open fire on you, and you crawl up, tell them to send an
infantryman to follow your tracks to get me." Who will really believe that some
lieutenant is lying there?! And it's unknown if Slepov gets there? But I really
wanted to live. He went and I crawled toward a house, in hopes that by the time
the night passes I might reach ours. So I reach the house, and then I hear
German speech, drunk German uproar, a woman sits near the house and cries. I
point my revolver at her and say, "Crawl to me." "Why are you here?! The Germans
are in my house, my children are in the forest, what am I to do with you?"
"Crawl," I say, "or I'll kill you." She was somewhere around my mother's age -
37 or 38. She crawled and I embraced her. "Crawl, I say, to our army." She knew
where to crawl and already by morning we reached our forward positions, heard
Russian speech.
"Well, are you going to stay or crawl back?" I ask. "I'm going back, my kids are
there." And I still regreat that I didn't tell her thank you that day. She
crawled away and I say, "Guys, I am a wounded lieutenant, and I fought with you
in the tank this morning." I hear an old voice, "Sure, you're all wounded
crawling about. German spies..." "I'm a lieutenant, I was with you in the tank."
Then I hear a young voice, "Guys, come on. He is that lieutenant, he was there?"
I hear, "Get up and raise your hands!" and I say, "I can't stand up, my leg is
wounded." Then I hear them say to the young guy, "crawl to him, if anything
happens, fire a burst." They crawled over to me, pulled me out, and I say, "Is
there any tank left?" "Yes, there is one small one there." "Get me your
commander." The commander came running. "Comrade lieutenant, comrade
lieutenant." - "Take me to the our jumping off position." Well, he became happy
because he could go to the rear back from the war, and is rescue a lieutenant on
top of that; in general, it was good for both him and me. They took me to the
the jumping off position, from where I had started yesterday, and the battalion
commander tells me, "Son, I knew that it would turn out this way, but it turned
out better than I thought. And now you're through with fighting, thank God." And
they took me into the bunker, the brigade commander Konstantinov's wife says,
"Cut open his boot and overalls." They did. She said, "Oh, you're all messed up.
A glass of vodka!" They gave me a glass of vodka and they operated, gave me a
bandage, and the next day carried me to the Shakhovskaia station. I never saw
either the loader, or the driver again. They carried me on a stretcher: a small
soldier in front, and an old, tall one behind. I say "At least switch places if
anything happens" - "That's okay, lieutenant, we'll get you there anyway." And
then the Junkers dive bombers started strafing Pogoreloe Gorodishe and
Shakhovskaia, they dropped me in the middle of the road, and dived into a
roadside ditch themselves. Afterward, I ask them, "How about you got me into the
ditch as well? Wasn't it necessary?" - "Well, it just happened?" That's life.
They took me, laid me in the grass, I remember they gave me such great, rich
borscht. And then hearty girls started to carry us wounded on stretchers into a
train, already going toward Moscow, they carried us and shouted, "Hurry, before
the raid of German bombers gets to Moscow" because at night they were already
flying to Moscow. And when they loaded us up, we started off, I hear them start
to sing songs in the next car. I asked an old soldier, "What is that?" "Oh, it's
the girls that loaded us up." - "And why are they going to Moscow?" "To give
birth." "What do you mean to give birth?" "Well, in October, when they took
every one of them away, the mothers said, 'Go and quickly get pregnant and
return home.'" And so that's how it worked out. That's the law of life, and I
don't condemn them. So, that's the end of that episode.

- A.D. What were the battalion's losses over these days?

Practically speaking, over these eight days only four tanks remained in our
battalion: the battalion commander's tank, lieutenant Dolgushin's tank, and two
T-60 tanks and then the battalion commander told me, "Son, I won't be going on
with this. This is your command." We took very heavy losses, mostly from the
enemy antitank artillery, because they did not employ a tanks in mass. When I
was catching up with my battalion in the T-60, I saw eight knocked out tanks,
Pz.II and Pz.III. Our soldiers with anti-tank rifles knocked them out. Didn't
retreat. That really wasn't like Germans, to drive so stupidly - in an open
field with 50 meter intervals. They ran into our men and were knocked out. And
so they stood there in a line.

- A.D. And then?

And then nine months in the hospitals. The wound was serious, it healed poorly.
At first I was at the Bobylskaia station, then in the city of Zlatoust, and then
I was discharged from the hospital with a walking stick as not fit frontline
service, so they sent me to a tank training regiment. In the town of Upper
Ufalei I trained drivers for the front, because I knew what a driver had to be,
and how to train them.

- A.D. Were you decorated for this battle?

For this battle I received the Order of the Red Banner, while I was still in the
hospital. It's interesting how it came about: I was in the hospital in the
Bobylskaia station. My friend says, "Sashka! They wrote about you in
Komsomolskaia Pravda!" I read, "The tank under the command of Lieutenant Bondar'
burst into the village first?" It just had to be that way, that it was precisely
that issue, in that hospital, and that my friend would notice it. It has to be?
fate?