Montmorency
07-05-2017, 13:39
Belated, but might as well.
Modern travelogue/meditation (http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/most-treacherous-battle-world-war-i-italian-mountains-180959076/) on the 1916 storming of the Castelletto in the Battle of the Dolomites.
The Austrian platoon commander, Hans Schneeberger, was 19 years old. He arrived on the Castelletto after an Italian sniper killed his predecessor. “I would gladly have sent someone else,” Capt. Carl von Rasch told him, “but you are the youngest, and you have no family.” This was not a mission from which Schneeberger, or his men, were expected to return.
“It’s better that you know how things stand up here: They do not go well at all,” von Rasch said during a late-night visit to the outpost. “The Castelletto is in an impossible situation.” Nearly surrounded, under incessant artillery bombardment and sniper fire, with too few men and food running low. Throughout the valley, the Italians outnumbered the Austrians two to one; around the Castelletto it was perhaps 10 or 20 to one. “If you do not die from hunger or cold,” von Rasch said, “then someday soon you will be blown into the air.” Yet Schneeberger and his few men played a strategic role: By tying up hundreds of Italians, they could ease pressure elsewhere on the front.
“The Castelletto must be held. It will be held to the death,” von Rasch told him. “You must stay up here.”
In the Austrian camp, Schneeberger reported to von Rasch, who stood at his window with stooped shoulders and wet eyes, hands clasped behind his back.
“It was very hard?” he asked.
“Sir,” Schneeberger said.
“Poor, poor boy.”
Modern travelogue/meditation (http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/most-treacherous-battle-world-war-i-italian-mountains-180959076/) on the 1916 storming of the Castelletto in the Battle of the Dolomites.
The Austrian platoon commander, Hans Schneeberger, was 19 years old. He arrived on the Castelletto after an Italian sniper killed his predecessor. “I would gladly have sent someone else,” Capt. Carl von Rasch told him, “but you are the youngest, and you have no family.” This was not a mission from which Schneeberger, or his men, were expected to return.
“It’s better that you know how things stand up here: They do not go well at all,” von Rasch said during a late-night visit to the outpost. “The Castelletto is in an impossible situation.” Nearly surrounded, under incessant artillery bombardment and sniper fire, with too few men and food running low. Throughout the valley, the Italians outnumbered the Austrians two to one; around the Castelletto it was perhaps 10 or 20 to one. “If you do not die from hunger or cold,” von Rasch said, “then someday soon you will be blown into the air.” Yet Schneeberger and his few men played a strategic role: By tying up hundreds of Italians, they could ease pressure elsewhere on the front.
“The Castelletto must be held. It will be held to the death,” von Rasch told him. “You must stay up here.”
In the Austrian camp, Schneeberger reported to von Rasch, who stood at his window with stooped shoulders and wet eyes, hands clasped behind his back.
“It was very hard?” he asked.
“Sir,” Schneeberger said.
“Poor, poor boy.”