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27th May 2003, 11:27
illustrated 255 page A5 format $39 US + postage
Otto W. Renger's just published true life account of his service as a machine gunner with Germany's famed Fallschirmjagers.
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This book begins with jump training in France and Germany and then covers heavy combat and specialist panzerfaust and engineer training throughout Italy. The story moves on to his time as a POW in Egypt under the British.
This book contains incredible detail regarding fallschirmjager training/combat and day to day life. This very rare German veteran autobiography is a must for the collector or enthusiast. The book is personally signed by the author who now resides in Australia.
He is happy to be contacted by enthusiasts with further questions.
Excerpts from book:
I just reached the ridge top when hell broke loose, the Tommy showered us with an absolute barrage of mortar and machine gun fire. In long jumps I hurried to my hole just to see Pester falling to the ground, right in front of me. I grabbed his jump suit and pulled him in our hole, catching my breath, I laid on top of Pester. Around us shells exploded in short intervals. I heard comrade Pester moaning: “Otto, get off me and look at my back”. Slowly I turned him over and noted a long piece of metal protruding out of his shoulder. The blood had stained his tunic and I called loud for the medic.
I guessed that some of the enemies must have seen me and were waiting with rifles aimed at the spot of my disappearance. My bluff worked well when I sprinted out of the creek and “zig zagged” towards our hole. My uniform was now soaked, plus the bottles I was much heavier than before and I went right for the doubtful safety of our hole.
Pester had lost conscience but as soon I poured some water over his face, he opened his eyes and licked the water of his lips. I gave him only short sips but he almost finished the one litre bottle. My pounding heart slowed down and I must have had a little snooze, or was I gone too for a few minutes ???
Our neighbouring hole received a direct hit and as I called their names, there was no answer.
Suddenly I heard somebody calling:: ”Tanks. approaching!”
Otto W. Renger's just published true life account of his service as a machine gunner with Germany's famed Fallschirmjagers.
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This book begins with jump training in France and Germany and then covers heavy combat and specialist panzerfaust and engineer training throughout Italy. The story moves on to his time as a POW in Egypt under the British.
This book contains incredible detail regarding fallschirmjager training/combat and day to day life. This very rare German veteran autobiography is a must for the collector or enthusiast. The book is personally signed by the author who now resides in Australia.
He is happy to be contacted by enthusiasts with further questions.
Excerpts from book:
I just reached the ridge top when hell broke loose, the Tommy showered us with an absolute barrage of mortar and machine gun fire. In long jumps I hurried to my hole just to see Pester falling to the ground, right in front of me. I grabbed his jump suit and pulled him in our hole, catching my breath, I laid on top of Pester. Around us shells exploded in short intervals. I heard comrade Pester moaning: “Otto, get off me and look at my back”. Slowly I turned him over and noted a long piece of metal protruding out of his shoulder. The blood had stained his tunic and I called loud for the medic.
I guessed that some of the enemies must have seen me and were waiting with rifles aimed at the spot of my disappearance. My bluff worked well when I sprinted out of the creek and “zig zagged” towards our hole. My uniform was now soaked, plus the bottles I was much heavier than before and I went right for the doubtful safety of our hole.
Pester had lost conscience but as soon I poured some water over his face, he opened his eyes and licked the water of his lips. I gave him only short sips but he almost finished the one litre bottle. My pounding heart slowed down and I must have had a little snooze, or was I gone too for a few minutes ???
Our neighbouring hole received a direct hit and as I called their names, there was no answer.
Suddenly I heard somebody calling:: ”Tanks. approaching!”