Sgt._Johnson
11 February 1945- Gellért Hill, Budapest
Sgt. Dmitri Kirov
13th Guards Rifle Division
The past month has consisted mostly of the same street fighting, ambushes, and booby traps I’ve come to know go hand in hand with taking a city as big as this. The Germans and Hungarians have turned every intersection into barricades, rife with machine gun nests, snipers and tanks. The fighting in the west end of town slowed us down for three weeks, only to find all the bridges over the Danube had been blown. But even with these setbacks, I can tell the end of the fighting is near. They’ve been cut off from supply for too long, disease and starvation are rampant amongst soldiers and civilians alike.
If they’d rather tear their city apart than give up the fight, fine by me.
11 February 1945- Gellért Hill, Budapest
Sgt. Dmitri Kirov
13th Guards Rifle Division
The past month has consisted mostly of the same street fighting, ambushes, and booby traps I’ve come to know go hand in hand with taking a city as big as this. The Germans and Hungarians have turned every intersection into barricades, rife with machine gun nests, snipers and tanks. The fighting in the west end of town slowed us down for three weeks, only to find all the bridges over the Danube had been blown. But even with these setbacks, I can tell the end of the fighting is near. They’ve been cut off from supply for too long, disease and starvation are rampant amongst soldiers and civilians alike.
If they’d rather tear their city apart than give up the fight, fine by me.