Seven Hundred and Forty Seven Pier Elegy

"Stand at attention!" On the pier, a group of soldiers wearing the navy uniforms of the National Defense Forces and carrying rifles followed the officer's slogan, and their feet were put together together, making a neat and crisp sound.

On the cold pier, the slender windbreaker-style navy uniforms swayed with the icy sea breeze, revealing the straight trousers of these soldiers. They all carried brand-new Mauser 98k bolt-action rifles on their shoulders. Everyone's face was extremely serious, and the sharp-edged faces of the Aryans made people feel resolute and mighty at this moment.

Standing in front of the two rows of soldiers were girls with white flowers on their chests. Their faces were covered by black veils, they wore black skirts, and their legs wore flesh-colored thick stockings to keep out the cold. These girls stood neatly. Although they were not as good as the soldiers on the opposite side, they kept their formation as neat as possible.

In the hands of these girls, there are piles of clothes of different styles, some are white shirts in summer, and some are cotton clothes in winter. They just held these clothes silently without saying a word.

The three priests stood at the end of the whole line, and they were using their own fingers to keep crossing their chests. The words of salvation in their mouths were endless, as if they were praying for something. As they kept chattering, the whole scene became more solemn and dignified.

"Dear all the officers and men of the u-513 submarine, please send your souls to the truly eternal paradise! For the eternal prosperity of the Third Reich, you choose to sleep in the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Loyal fighters! You have not forgotten your original oath until your death, and your fighting deeds are poems that encourage us to continue fighting!" Standing in the hunting sea breeze, the commander-in-chief of the German submarine force, Doenitz, with his hands behind his back, looked at Looking at the soldiers who were holding a mourning ceremony in front of him, he said sonorously that he had prepared the eulogy all morning.

The war has continued until now, and the German submarines have lost more than 50 ships, which also makes the average number of casualties terrible. The German submarine force has become the largest force in the entire German army. It is also impossible to return to the hometown.

But what is touching is that there is still a long queue at the recruitment office of the Navy Submarine Force. Some retired Navy soldiers in their 30s and 40s are still actively signing up. They know what it means to board a submarine after training, and they also know clearly Those submarines that go to sea will always have some that can never return to their harbors. But they still stood outside the gate of the conscription office, waiting quietly.

Thinking of this, Dönitz continued to read: "The Fuhrer is proud of the officers and men of the submarine force, and as one of the most powerful maritime combat forces of the Third Reich, the officers and soldiers of the submarine force have never disappointed the Fuehrer. We have been fighting In the most dangerous place, and with the weapons in our hands, we have caused irreparable damage to our enemies!"

"Because of you, because of soldiers like you who fought desperately for the motherland,

Only with hope for our future can the Third Reich become the most powerful country in the world! I, Dönitz, are proud of you, Führer, proud of you! "

He stood at attention, pressed his left hand on the trouser line, raised his right hand high, and loudly faced the microphone, shouting the slogan: "Long live the head of state, Akado? Rudolf!"

"Long live the Führer Akado? Rudolf!" The girls yelled out the slogan with a crisp voice. The clothes they held in their hands were placed in the empty coffin behind them, and then the soldiers on both sides of the coffin solemnly Close the coffin lid. These soldiers all wore white gloves, and used a small hammer in their hands to nail the nails on the coffin lid firmly one by one.

The priests on one side prayed harder. They piously prayed for the opportunity of these young people to go to heaven. The family members who were invited to watch the ceremony began to cry faintly. This damn war took the lives of their loved ones and made them There are no bones of these living beings.

Soldiers of the German submarine force who sleep underwater can only have a coffin filled with clothes. Their empty coffins are buried in the Navy's martyrs cemetery, and special personnel are responsible for paying homage and cleaning every year. But the irony is that the next door to these martyrs' cemeteries is the resting place of the Dutch fallen soldiers. They faced each other with swords and swords in life, but after death they became neighbors peacefully without even being noisy.

"Raise the gun!" Following the command of the officer, the soldiers of the navy pulled the bolt like one person, and there was a sound of metal bumping, the bullets were loaded, and the preparations were completed. They raised their rifles almost at the same time, and moved forward. Wei Wei took half a step, and then these soldiers aimed their guns at the sky neatly, and pulled their triggers.

"Boom!" After a volley, they put down their guns, continued to pull the bolt, and the bullets were loaded again. No one spoke, and there was no unnecessary movement, as if each precision machine was repeating the same steps. The only difference is that a sad atmosphere lingers around, and what makes these actions reveal is not coldness, but mourning.

"Boom!" With the second gunshot, the soldiers who nailed the coffins opened the neatly stacked Third Reich flags and covered them on the coffins. They were solemn and solemn, as if they were sleeping for themselves The comrades-in-arms are generally covered with quilts.

"Boom!" The third shot sounded, and the soldier who fired the shot put the rifle back on his shoulders. Their movements were uniform, and then they turned to the right following the command, took a step, and walked forward. And the soldiers who nailed the coffins carried the coffins one by one, followed them, and walked towards the cemetery by the port, where they wanted to bury their comrades-in-arms, beside those who had already been there.

A major general of the German SS was standing not far away, smoking a cigarette with an SS major, and they were also wearing a dress, a beautiful SS dress. He wore a medal on his chest, and his armed belt was meticulously dressed, and the holster of the pistol at his waist could be seen to have been newly oiled.

The major general wore an armband surrounded by a national flag on his arm, while the major wore a slightly tilted hat with a large brim. They saw Dönitz leave the pier, and the memorial service came to an end.

The leading major general threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, then exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at the major next to him, smiled wryly, then tilted his head and said, "Their side is over, it's time for us to come here, say Honestly, I really don't like this job, it makes me feel like there's no hope of ending this goddamn war."

"General, we are the soldiers of the head of state. If the war is really going to the end of time, we must fight bravely until the moment the head of state wants us to fight." After checking the clothes on his body, he respectfully said to his superior.

The major general nodded, then waved his hand and gave an order: "Let's start!"

The two walked towards the pier. Not far behind them, SS soldiers carrying rifles stood neatly in four rows. Unlike the navy, these SS soldiers wore army style A woolen overcoat, wearing an m35 helmet, dressed like an army Waffen SS.

Behind these soldiers, there were also SS soldiers carrying coffins, one by one, and there seemed to be dozens of them. The difference is that these coffins have already been pasted with wreaths, and there are no girls wearing black veils, and there are no priests praying. Because the SS has only one belief, that is, the leader of the Greater Germany Party and Greater Germany, Akado Rudolph.

On one side is the funeral honor guard of the Wehrmacht and the Navy walking out of the pier, and on the other side is the funeral honor guard of the SS carrying the coffin towards the pier. The two teams passed by each other, but the mournful atmosphere seemed to be more dignified. There was no band playing, no praying and crying, and the SS funeral was simple and full of unconventional details.

"Long live the great head of state, Arcador Rudolph! Today we die here, and tomorrow we are resurrected here. Even if we have only humble souls left, we must fight to the end for the head of state! The empire is with us! The head of state is with us! We are together! We are the toughest fighters in the world, as long as the head of state gives an order, we will unswervingly carry out his order!" The major general stood in front of the microphone, raised his right hand high, and roared in the wind.

A submarine supply ship was hit by the British cruiser fleet on the way back. Unfortunately, it failed to escape the final test. After a few minutes of fierce fighting, the supply ship was heroically silent. There were 94 young SS soldiers on board. All were martyred, including a young SS officer who celebrated his 22nd birthday yesterday. The last telegram they sent back was short, with only one sentence: "The ship is sinking, but we decided to fight back to the last moment. Long live the Führer."

Crash! Following his voice, the SS soldiers attending the funeral all raised their right hands. They swore that they would fight for the head of state. They swore that they would rather die than repeat the previous failure. Today they carried The souls in these empty coffins have fulfilled their vows with practical actions, so at this moment, they will have eternal life.

Another round of gunfire echoed over the empty harbor. The seagulls chirped, not knowing whether it was sadness or joy. Such ceremonies are held here almost every day, one after another, one after another. Some belonged to the officers and soldiers of the submarine, some belonged to the officers and soldiers of the submarine supply ship, some belonged to the crew of the transport ship, and of course, there were some souls who could not wait for their own funeral until the end of the war.