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Kenapa Germany kalah dlm Perang Dunia ke 2?
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Reply 160# alphawolf
sebab general kene ikut cakap dia... |
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Reply alphawolf
sebab general kene ikut cakap dia...
shamsadis Post at 4-1-2012 12:37 
Dia jugak yang kata pasal Operation Barbarossa (mengenai kerapuhan Russia): "One hard kick on the door and the whole rotten edifice will come tumbling down" |
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Reply 164# alphawolf
operation barbarossa = kegagalan teruk Hitler...SIEGGGGGG..heil? {:4_240:} |
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Di sini aku simpulkan hanya Hitler saya yang berani lawan red army, US, Brerjuang British sekaligus..wlpun kalah..hitler tetap segar dalam ingatan pengkaji/peminat sejarah perang sehingga akhir zaman..satu lagi keberanian Goebel dgn magda serta anak2 berjuang dgn pertaruhkan nyawa..aku benci red army benci stalin..benci zhukov..aku suka wffen ss..wechmart..luttfare..kriegmarine |
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Reply 161# shamsadis
semangat kuat the heer (wechmart)..mereka2 ni kuat perang tetapi krn salah strategi yang diatur oleh pihak atasan..mereka banyak terkorban...semangat mereka kena contohi oleh tentera2 kita |
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How Germany's feared Scharnhorst ship was sunk in WWII
By Claire Bowes BBC World Service
During the battle the Scharnhorst's guns were gradually disabled, one by one.
On 26 December 1943 one of the great sea battles of World War II took place.
Germany's most famous battleship - the Scharnhorst - was sunk by Allied forces during the Battle of the North Cape.
Norman Scarth was an 18-year-old on board the British naval destroyer HMS Matchless, which was protecting a convoy taking vital supplies to the Russian ports of the Arctic Circle.
In a BBC World Service interview he described how he witnessed the sinking of the Scharnhorst :
On Christmas Day we had been ordered to join another convoy because it was rumoured that the Scharnhorst was out.
The Scharnhorst was greatly feared. She was the most successful fighting ship of any navy during World War II and she was the bravest ship.
We were full speed at 36 knots and going through those mountainous seas.
It was a full gale blowing. To go through that at full speed, the bow would rise in the air and come down, hover there and come down with a clatter as if on concrete; mountains of water coming all over the ship.
We were ordered to join the 10th Cruiser Squadron - HMS Belfast, Norfolk and Sheffield. They had met up with the Scharnhorst and they had engaged her.
There was a brief skirmish, then the Scharnhorst broke off - she was a very fast ship - and with her superior speed she was able to get out of range.
But our vice-admiral guessed that she was heading north to attack this convoy that we had been escorting and the guess proved correct.
She had a reputation and she deserved it.
There was an awe of her reputation, the excitement that we may be able to end the career of this most dangerous threat to us, to Britain, to the Allies - and fear knowing what we were up against.
Hunted down
It was Boxing Day when we finally met up with 10th Cruiser Squadron and the Scharnhorst. She had abandoned her mission and set off for the Norwegian fjords, which was her base and safe haven.
It was pitch black and we shadowed with the use of radars.
We knew that she was heading straight towards HMS Duke of York, which was cutting off her escape. She was hit by the Duke of York and was damaged and her speed was slowed.
There was the Duke of York, the Scharnhorst, the 10th Cruiser Squadron with various destroyers and another cruiser, the Jamaica.
All of us met up and all hell broke loose. Although it was pitch black the sky was lit up, bright as day, by star shells - fired into the sky like fireworks - providing brilliant light illuminating the area as broad as day.
Towards the end we had been ordered to fire a torpedo. Because the weather had eased a little I had taken up my action station as lookout on the starboard wing of the bridge.
The Scharnhorst was close and she was lit up by the star shells and by the fires aboard her. As we steamed past to fire the torpedo I was the closest man - on the wing of the bridge - to the Scharnhorst.
She looked magnificent and beautiful. I would describe her as the most beautiful fighting ship of any navy.
Gesture of defiance
She was firing with all guns still available to her. Most of the big guns were put out. They were gradually disabled one by one. As we were steaming past at full speed a 20mm cannon was firing tracer bullets from the Scharnhorst.
A 20mm cannon was like a pea-shooter compared to the other guns and it could have no part in this battle, but it was just a gesture of defiance from the sloping deck of her.
And that's one of the things that remains in my memory - a futile gesture but it was a gesture of defiance right to the very end.
Continue reading the main story
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I grieve for those men every day of my life ”
I can picture that man on the sloping deck of the Scharnhorst. I can picture that man to this day.
Eventually it took 14 ships of the Royal Navy to find her, trap her and sink her.
At that point it went pitch black.
The star shells had finished and I presumed the Scharnhorst had been sunk.
We set off to do another torpedo run to fire from the port side and the Scharnhorst was nowhere to be seen.
So we slowed and we soon saw many men floating in the water - most of them dead, face down in the water, but some were alive.
We switched our searchlight on and I remember our captain calling out to the men in the water " Scharnhorst gesunken ? " and the reply came back " Ja, Scharnhorst gesunken " , so we threw scrambling nets down and began to haul these men aboard.
Thirty-six were saved out of 2,000 men.
We then received an order from the commander-in-chief to join the Duke of York. So we switched off the searchlight, pulled up the scrambling nets and steamed away.
We could still hear voices calling from the black of that Arctic winter night, calling for help, and we were leaving those men to certain death within minutes.
It seemed a terrible thing to do and it was. But it was the right thing to do.
If we had stayed a moment too long we could have joined those unfortunate men.
I can hear those voices and I grieve for those men every day of my life.
I've even had someone accuse me of being a traitor because I praised the bravery of the German sailors.
I can imagine their feelings as that searchlight went out and they heard that ship steaming away.
I truly can imagine the feelings of those men.
Claire Bowes' interview with Norman Scarth was broadcast on the BBC World Service's Witness programme on 26 December.
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Di sini aku simpulkan hanya Hitler saya yang berani lawan red army, US, Brerjuang British sekaligus. ...
starscream Post at 5-1-2012 00:21
Berani? Mungkin ya, tapi sebab terpaksa |
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Reply shamsadis
semangat kuat the heer (wechmart)..mereka2 ni kuat perang tetapi krn sala ...
starscream Post at 5-1-2012 00:27 
mereka profesional....diaorang mmg selalu buat 'war game' dalam latihan....masa DDay pun, top general diaorang tengah maen 'war game' kat poland aku rasa... |
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Dia jugak yang kata pasal Operation Barbarossa (mengenai kerapuhan Russia): "One hard kick on th ...
alphawolf Post at 4-1-2012 17:15
'is paris burning'-Adolf Hitler. Calling to Jeneral Alfred Jodl. tiap kali aku nonton apocoles natgeo mesti aku tersenyum.... suka2 dia jerk... |
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Reply 169# alphawolf
aku pun benci bolsevik....ntah ekkk... |
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Di sini aku simpulkan hanya Hitler saya yang berani lawan red army, US, Brerjuang British sekaligus. ...
starscream Post at 5-1-2012 00:21
special tok ko....my frend....disiplin menjadi keutamaan... |
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Post Last Edit by shamsadis at 5-1-2012 14:09
aku tukang tepek gambar... kalo ada thread pasal teknologi tentera german ker....pasal senjata tentera WW2 ker aku malas nak carik.....tumpang sini jerk lah...
Somua Russia 1942 on Partisan duties.
Somua tank Italy 1944.
Somua Russia 1941 notice the funeral service going on.
Another Panhard with what appears to be a 5cm L/42.
Panhard armed with a machine gun France 1943.
15cm Sfh13llsf AUF Lorraine schlepper (f) Paris 1943
mamat nie bukan pakai kaen batik. harap maklong.
http://worldwartwozone.com
ok iklan dah abies...continue....
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mereka profesional....diaorang mmg selalu buat 'war game' dalam latihan....masa DDay pun, top ge ...
shamsadis Post at 5-1-2012 08:54
Yang aku ingat Rommel nak balik Jerman pasal nak sambut besday bini dia..... |
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Reply 175# shamsadis
Gambor last tu salah caption ler... |
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Reply 177# alphawolf
bukan salah caption tapi gambar tak kuar....crack... |
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Reply 176# alphawolf
tapi mmg rekod citer camtue...tapi aku suspek dia mesyuarat nak bunuh Hitler masa tue...tapi takder bukti...layan rommel...
Erwin Rommel. The gentleman general of the Third Reich. An ace soldier of the Wehrmacht but not a Nazi. That ultimately led to his death.
On July 17, 1944, British aircraft strafed Rommel's staff car, severely wounding the Field Marshall. He was taken to a hospital and then to his home in Germany to convalesce. Three days later, an assassin's bomb nearly killed Hitler during a strategy meeting at his headquarters in East Prussia. In the gory reprisals that followed, some suspects implicated Rommel in the plot. Although he may not have been aware of the attempt on Hitler's life, his "defeatist" attitude was enough to warrant Hitler's wrath. The problem for Hitler was how to eliminate Germany's most popular general without revealing to the German people that he had ordered his death. The solution was to force Rommel to commit suicide and announce that his death was due to his wounds.
Rommel with his son Manfred and wife Lucie
Rommel's son, Manfred, was 15 years old and served as part of an antiaircraft crew near his home. On October 14th, 1944 Manfred was given leave to return to his home where his father continued to convalesce. The family was aware that Rommel was under suspicion and that his chief of staff and his commanding officer had both been executed. Manfred's account begins as he enters his home and finds his father at breakfast:
"...I arrived at Herrlingen at 7:00 a.m. My father was at breakfast. A cup was quickly brought for me and we breakfasted together, afterwards taking a stroll in the garden.
'At twelve o'clock to-day two Generals are coming to discuss my future employment,' my father started the conversation. 'So today will decide what is planned for me; whether a People's Court or a new command in the East.'
'Would you accept such a command,' I asked. He took me by the arm, and replied: 'My dear boy, our enemy in the East is so terrible that every other consideration has to give way before it. If he succeeds in overrunning Europe, even only temporarily, it will be the end of everything which has made life appear worth living. Of course I would go.'
Shortly before twelve o'clock, my father went to his room on the first floor and changed from the brown civilian jacket which he usually wore over riding-breeches, to his Africa tunic, which was his favorite uniform on account of its open collar.
At about twelve o'clock a dark-green car with a Berlin number stopped in front of our garden gate. The only men in the house apart from my father, were Captain Aldinger [ Rommel's aide] , a badly wounded war-veteran corporal and myself. Two generals - Burgdorf, a powerful florid man, and Maisel, small and slender - alighted from the car and entered the house. They were respectful and courteous and asked my father's permission to speak to him alone. Aldinger and I left the room. 'So they are not going to arrest him,' I thought with relief, as I went upstairs to find myself a book. 
A few minutes later I heard my father come upstairs and go into my mother's room. Anxious to know what was afoot, I got up and followed him. He was standing in the middle of the room, his face pale. 'Come outside with me,' he said in a tight voice. We went into my room. 'I have just had to tell your mother,' he began slowly, 'that I shall be dead in a quarter of an hour.' He was calm as he continued: 'To die by the hand of one's own people is hard. But the house is surrounded and Hitler is charging me with high treason. ' "In view of my services in Africa," ' he quoted sarcastically, 'I am to have the chance of dying by poison. The two generals have brought it with them. It's fatal in three seconds. If I accept, none of the usual steps will be taken against my family, that is against you. They will also leave my staff alone.' 'Do you believe it?' I interrupted. 'Yes,' he replied. 'I believe it. It is very much in their interest to see that the affair does not come out into the open. By the way, I have been charged to put you under a promise of the strictest silence. If a single word of this comes out, they will no longer feel themselves bound by the agreement.'
I tried again. 'Can't we defend ourselves…' He cut me off short. 'There's no point,' he said. 'It's better for one to die than for all of us to be killed in a shooting affray. Anyway, we've practically no ammunition.' We briefly took leave of each other. 'Call Aldinger, please,' he said.
Aldinger had meanwhile been engaged in conversation by the General's escort to keep him away from my father. At my call, he came running upstairs. He, too, was struck cold when he heard what was happening. My father now spoke more quickly. He again said how useless it was to attempt to defend ourselves. 'It's all been prepared to the last detail. I'm to be given a state funeral. I have asked that it should take place in Ulm. [a town near Rommel's home] In a quarter of an hour, you, Aldinger, will receive a telephone call from the Wagnerschule reserve hospital in Ulm to say that I've had a brain seizure on the way to a conference.' He looked at his watch. 'I must go, they've only given me ten minutes.' He quickly took leave of us again. Then we went downstairs together.
We helped my father into his leather coat. Suddenly he pulled out his wallet. 'There's still 150 marks in there,' he said. 'Shall I take the money with me?'
'That doesn't matter now, Herr Field Marshal,' said Aldinger. Looking after the Atlantic Wall defences on the French coast
My father put his wallet carefully back in his pocket. As he went into the hall, his little dachshund which he had been given as a puppy a few months before in France, jumped up at him with a whine of joy. 'Shut the dog in the study, Manfred,' he said, and waited in the hall with Aldinger while I removed the excited dog and pushed it through the study door. Then we walked out of the house together. The two generals were standing at the garden gate. We walked slowly down the path, the crunch of the gravel sounding unusually loud.
As we approached the generals they raised their right hands in salute. 'Herr Field Marshal,' Burgdorf said shortly and stood aside for my father to pass through the gate. A knot of villagers stood outside the drive…
The car stood ready. The S.S. driver swung the door open and stood to attention. My father pushed his Marshal's baton under his left arm, and with his face calm, gave Aldinger and me his hand once more before getting in the car.
The two generals climbed quickly into their seats and the doors were slammed. My father did not turn again as the car drove quickly off up the hill and disappeared round a bend in the road. When it had gone Aldinger and I turned and walked silently back into the house…
Twenty minutes later the telephone rang. Aldinger lifted the receiver and my father's death was duly reported.
It was not then entirely clear, what had happened to him after he left us. Later we learned that the car had halted a few hundred yards up the hill from our house in an open space at the edge of the wood. Gestapo men, who had appeared in force from Berlin that morning, were watching the area with instructions to shoot my father down and storm the house if he offered resistance. Maisel and the driver got out of the car, leaving my father and Burgdorf inside. When the driver was permitted to return ten minutes or so later, he saw my father sunk forward with his cap off and the marshal's baton fallen from his hand."
"The Forced Suicide of Field Marshall Rommel, 1944," EyeWitness to History, www.eyewitnesstohistory.com (2002). 
Born in 1891 in Heidenheim, the son of a schoolmaster, Rommel was a thrifty, loyal and punctual man, with some similarities to Guderian; impatient with authority and capable of driving his men beyond their normal limits. In the First World War he led his man into ferocious fighting at Caporetto in the Italian mountains, and was recommended for the highest Imperial decoration for bravery, pour le Mérite. In the postwar army he became an instructor of tactics, using his experiences and sucesses from the war, and published his lectures as a book: Infanteri Greift An. This bestseller brougth him fame and fortune and the attention of Hitler.
Though never tested against the Russians, or at the highest level of command, the evidence suggests that Rommel was one of Germany's greatest soldiers. Even the Allies felt a rueful admiration for the "Desert Fox", although a great deal of his success stemmed from a highly developed sense of opportunism.
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Rommel with British prisoners in Cherbourg in 1940. He was a gentleman. Allied POW say he ordered that they be fed well and given enough rations as a German soldier would get.
ROMMEL IN NORMANDY
Next sent to France as commander of Army Group B under von Rundstedt in the invasion sector, he worked vigorously to improve the defences of the Channel coast. He and Rundstedt disagreed over the location of the armor for the defensive battle; Rommel, chastened by his defeat in Africa and his experience with Allied airpower, was in favour of defeating the invaders before they could establish themselves ashore. Rundstedt and Guderian expressed the opposite view, that adequate reserves of panzers were to be stationed far enough inland from the Atlantic Wall, so that they could be switched easily to the main invasion front once it had been recognised. After the invasion in Normandy, Hitler continued to believe that the Normandy landings were a feint and that sooner or later the Allies would make their main invasion effort near Calais.
Despite losing the argument, Rommel contained the Allied landings and blunted their early attempts at break-out. On July 17th, however, he was strafed in his staff car by a British fighter and severely wounded. Before he had fully recovered, he fell under suspicion of complicity in the Bomb Plot and was offered by Hitler the choice of disgrace or suicide. He chose the latter, was declared to have died of his wounds and buried with state pomp.
http://hosted.wargamer.com/Panzer/rommel.htm
http://incredibleimages4u.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-erwin-rommel-died.html |
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