<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121</id><updated>2012-01-25T18:57:33.024+01:00</updated><category term='Admin'/><category term='Hintergrundinformation'/><category term='Index'/><category term='Aufklärungsabteilung - MI Section'/><category term='Geschichte heute'/><category term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>The war diary of Dieter Finzen in WW1</title><subtitle type='html'>The personal war diary of Dieter Finzen, a german soldier in the Great War from 1916 to 1919, being published with a timeshift of 93 years. The blog is available in german, english, french and italian.

Das Kriegstagebuch von Dieter Finzen, einem deutschen soldaten aus dem 1. Weltkrieg von 1916 bsi 1919, wird in diesem Blog tagesaktuell - 93 Jahre nach Niederschrift - veröffentlicht. Der Blog ist den den Sprachen Deutsch, Englisch, Französisch und Italienisch abrufbar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5765612126138598274</id><published>2012-01-22T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:57:33.033+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admin'/><title type='text'>... und nun? ... and now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXDq5ZXyrA/Txx3Bi0J-5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/tch28oNRdrg/s1600/2012_01_22_danke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXDq5ZXyrA/Txx3Bi0J-5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/tch28oNRdrg/s320/2012_01_22_danke.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Liebe Leser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;vor gut einer Woche haben wir den letzten Tagebucheintrag lesen können.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt; Viele Strapazen liegen hinter Dieter, seit er im Sommer 1916 zum FR 86 eingezogen wurde. Manches mal schien es sehr gefährlich für ihn zu werden, etwa 1917 in Flandern, bei der Frühjahrsoffensive 1918 oder gar einen Tag vor dem Waffenstillstand, als es feindliche Flieger auf ihn abgesehen hatten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... doch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;nun ist der Krieg vorbei und Dieter wieder bei seiner Familie. Wie geht es nun weiter und was gibt es noch über Dieter und sein Tagebuch zu berichten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ich möchte Euch um etwas Geduld bitten, in kürze wird es einen weiteren Beitrag darüber geben, wie es weitergeht.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Mein Dank gilt jedoch bereits jetzt allen Lesern und allen, die in großer Fleißarbeit geholfen haben, dieses Tagebuch in anderen Sprachen verfügbar zu machen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Danke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Dear Reader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;abount a week ago, we read Dieter's last diary entry. He had endured a lot of exertions, since he was called up to the FR 86. Sometimes it seemed to get quite precarious for him, like in Flanders 1917, in the spring offensive of 1918 or even one day before armictice, when enemy airplanes had targeted him......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;... but now the war is over and Dieter back home again with his family. How does it go on and is there more to be told of Dieter and his diary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I ask for a little patience, there will shortly be information on how it will develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;But already now, my sincere thanks go to all readers and to all that helped with their work to make this diary available in other languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Caro lettore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;circa un settimana fa abbiamo letto l'ultima annotazione di Dieter. Egli dovette sopportare molte fatiche dal giorno in cui fu chiamato all'Fr 86. A volte la faccenda si rivelava molto precaria per lui, come nelle Fiandre nel 1917, nell'offensiva di primavera del 1918 o perfino il giorno prima dell'armistizio, quando gli aerei nemici l'avevano preso come bersaglio.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;...ma ora la guerra era finita e Dieter è di nuovo a casa con la sua famiglia. Come proseguirà la storia e c'è ancora da dire su Dieter ed il suo diario?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Vi chiedo un po' di pazienza, a breve ci saranno notizie su come la faccenda si svilupperà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ma già adesso, il mio sincero ringraziamento a tutti i lettori e a tutti coloro che hanno contribuito con il loro lavoro a rendere questo diario disponibile in altre lingue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Grazie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5765612126138598274?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5765612126138598274/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/und-nun-and-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5765612126138598274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5765612126138598274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/und-nun-and-now.html' title='... und nun? ... and now?'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXDq5ZXyrA/Txx3Bi0J-5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/tch28oNRdrg/s72-c/2012_01_22_danke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5617517952310345389</id><published>2012-01-15T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:31:22.926+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>15. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy_xSF_4DnU/TwMBUbSmlfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZPmqvYDK_J8/s1600/1919_01_15_tagebuch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy_xSF_4DnU/TwMBUbSmlfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZPmqvYDK_J8/s320/1919_01_15_tagebuch.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens um 530 Uhr fahre ich von Neu-Strelitz ab über Lalendorf, Güstrow, Kleinen nach Lübeck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Von jetzt an hat Reserve Ruh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 0530 in the morning I take the train from Neu-Strelitz via Lalendorf, Güstrow, Kleinen to Lübeck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From now on, the reserve may rest!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: "the reserve may rest" seems to be a citation from a popular soldier's chanty "The reserve may rest" of that time.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Alle 5 del mattino prendo il treno da Neu-Strelitz per Lubecca, via Lalendorf,&amp;nbsp; Gustrow e Kleinen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D'ora in avanti, la riserva può riposare!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nota: "la riserva può riposare" sembra essere la citazione di un popolare canto militare "La riserva può riposare" dell'epoca.]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5617517952310345389?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5617517952310345389/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/15-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5617517952310345389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5617517952310345389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/15-januar-1919.html' title='15. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy_xSF_4DnU/TwMBUbSmlfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZPmqvYDK_J8/s72-c/1919_01_15_tagebuch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6824345705258844150</id><published>2012-01-14T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:24:48.707+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>14. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Am Nachmittag erhalte ich meine Entlassungspapiere und mein Entlassungsgeld und kann abschwimmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somit ist die Militär- und die Kriegszeit für mich beendet, und ich bin endlich frei und mein eigener Herr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich gehe nach Neu-Strelitz zurück und übernachte hier in einem Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the afternoon I got my discharge papers and my severance pay and was detached.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Thus, the military and the war for me is complete, and I'm finally free to be my own boss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I go back to Neu-Strelitz and stay here in a hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Nel pomeriggio ottengo i documenti per il mio congedo, la paga e così &lt;br /&gt;vengo distaccato dal reparto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questo punto, per me,&amp;nbsp; il servizio militare e la guerra sono finiti, &lt;br /&gt;e finalmente sono padrone di me stesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torno a Neu-Strelitz e mi fermo in un hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6824345705258844150?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6824345705258844150/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/14-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6824345705258844150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6824345705258844150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/14-januar-1919.html' title='14. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3362169020945874949</id><published>2012-01-13T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:46:12.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>13. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens um 721 Uhr fahre ich von Lübeck über Schönberg, Blankenberg, Bützow, Güstrow, Lalendorf, Waren, Neu-Strelitz nach meinem Ersatz-Bataillon in Alt-Strelitz. D.h. von Neu-Strelitz auch muß ich die letzte Etappe nach Alt-Strelitz zu Fuß zurücklegen. Hier melde ich mich auf unserer Schreibstube. Meine Kameraden sind schon alle entlassen. Ich lasse mir einen Quartiersschein geben und übernachte bei einem Bauern. Hier erhalte ich eine gute Verpflegung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At 0721 in the morning I travel from Lübeck via Schönberg, Blankenberg, Bützow, Güstrow, Lalendorf, Waren, Neu-Strelitz to my reserve battailon in Alt-Strelitz, so I have to walk the final way from Neu-Strelitz to Alt-Strelitz. Here, I report at the orderly office. My comrades already all have been discharged. I ask for billets and spend the night on a farm. I receive very good meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Alle 7.21 del mattino da Lubecca vado al mio battaglione di riserva a Alt-Strelitz via &lt;br /&gt;Schönberg, Blankenberg, Bützow, Güstrow, Lalendorf, Waren, Neu-Strelitz, così devo fare a piedi il tragitto da Neu-Strelitz a Alt-Strelitz. Qui mi metto a rapporto dall'ufficiale di picchetto. I miei compagni sono già stati congedati. Cerco un alloggio e passo la notte in una fattoria. Mi danno del buon cibo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3362169020945874949?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3362169020945874949/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/13-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3362169020945874949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3362169020945874949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/13-januar-1919.html' title='13. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4681841457607277138</id><published>2012-01-09T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:47:17.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>9. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Der Seminarunterricht beginnt wieder. Für uns Kriegsseminaristen sind besondere Kurse eingerichtet. Kursus A für diejenigen, die seinerzeit die wissenschaftliche Notprüfung gemacht, Kursus B für alle, die sie noch nicht gemacht haben. Am Vormittag findet seitens des Direktors eine Begrüßungsfeier für die heimgekehrten Krieger statt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The seminaries [note: at high school] commence again. Special seminaries have been introduced for us war graduates: Course A for all that back then had passed the skeleton exam, Course B for those who did not. In the morning, the Headmaster had organised a welcome ceremony for the returned war veterans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; La scuola superiore comincia di nuovo. Scuole speciali sono state&amp;nbsp; preparate per noi graduati di guerra: il corso A per tutti quelli che hanno superato l'esame del sistema scheletrico, il corso B per quelli che non l'hanno superato. Al mattino il Preside ha organizzato una cerimonia per i reduci di guerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4681841457607277138?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4681841457607277138/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/9-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4681841457607277138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4681841457607277138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/9-januar-1919.html' title='9. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4707984337923289654</id><published>2012-01-07T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:47:02.258+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>7. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hier verlasse ich den Transport. Von unserem Transportführer, dem 1. Generalstabsoffizier Hauptmann Reiche, haben wir einen Ausweis erhalten, mit dem wir erst einmal nach Hause und hinterher in unsere Garnison fahren können. Ich fahre alleine nach Hamburg und dann weiter nach Lübeck. Hier treffe ich nachmittags um 5 Uhr ein. Vor dem Bahnhof steige ich in die Straßenbahn und treffe eigenartigerweise drinnen im Wagen meine Mutter, meine Schwester und meinen zukünftigen Schwager. So habe ich gleich Gesellschaft auf dem Wege nach Mori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, I leave the transport. From our transport leader, Officer of the General Staff Hauptmann Reiche, we received a pass that allows us to travel home and then further on to our garrison. I travel to Hamburg alone and from there on to Lübeck. Here I arrive at 5:00 p.m. In front of the station I enter a tram and inside weirdly meet my mother, my sister and my future brother in law. That way, I directly do have company on my way to Mori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Lascio qui il convoglio. Dal nostro Comandante, l'ufficiale di Stato Maggiore Capitano Reiche, riceviamo un lasciapassare che ci consente di tornare a casa e e poi andare alla nostra guarnigione. Viaggio da solo verso Amburgo e da lì a Lubecca. Ci arrivo alle 5 di pomeriggio. Davanti alla stazione salgo su un tram e all'interno, magicamente, trovo mia madre, mia sorella e il mio futuro cognato. Così ho giusto la mia compagnia sulla via per Mori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4707984337923289654?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4707984337923289654/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4707984337923289654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4707984337923289654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-januar-1919.html' title='7. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4773581494716929345</id><published>2012-01-06T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:45:25.308+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>... in guter Erinnerung - in good memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3LW36yy1oA/TwRI8swc_vI/AAAAAAAAA_o/q4XboVKB0Eo/s1600/1919_01_06_damen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3LW36yy1oA/TwRI8swc_vI/AAAAAAAAA_o/q4XboVKB0Eo/s320/1919_01_06_damen.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Seine Zeit in hann. Münden hat Dieter gut gefallen. Neben dem vielen Essen, das er über die Feiertage essen "musste" hatte es ihm das "Dorchen" Uckermann doch sehr angetan. In seinem Tagebuch gibt er sogar indirekt zu, verliebt zu sein (2. Januar 1919: "&lt;i&gt;Meine Quartierswirtin meint, ich werde wohl von der Liebe satt. Das scheint mir auch!&lt;/i&gt;") &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-januar-1919.html" style="color: #660000;"&gt;1. Januar 1919&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noch jung in Lebensjahren scheint Dieter ein schüchterner und in Sachen "Damen" eher unerfahrener Soldat gewesen zu sein, zumindest gemäß eigener Aufzeichnungen ;-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als er am &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/09/16-september-1918.html"&gt;16. September 1918&lt;/a&gt; auf den Rückweg zur Front einen Zwischenhalt in Hamburg macht, geht er zwar auf die Reeperbahn, will aber nur das dortige Wachsfigurenkabinett (Panoptikum) besucht haben - in Wilna (&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-november-1917.html"&gt;1. November 1917&lt;/a&gt;) - einer Stadt, die sogar in der &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/das-fr-86-in-wilna.html"&gt;Regimentschronik&lt;/a&gt; vieldeutig als "Hochetappe" bezeichnet wird, findet sich ebenfalls keine Schilderung von "Damenbekanntschaften". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die "wenigen" weiteren Damen, die Dieter in seinem Tagebuch erwähnt, seien an dieser Stelle kurz zusammengefaßt:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Seine erste Bekanntschaft macht er in &lt;b&gt;Rumilly &lt;/b&gt;am &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/05/7-mai-1917.html"&gt;7. Mai 1917&lt;/a&gt;. Mit der Tochter der Gastgeber, &lt;b&gt;Irma Sensée&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"einem hübschen, jungen Madchen"&lt;/i&gt; unterhält er sich über Tage &lt;i&gt;"ganz glänzend"&lt;/i&gt; und auch ihre Freundin &lt;b&gt;Caroline &lt;/b&gt;möchte Dieter &lt;i&gt;"in angenehmer Erinnerung behalten"&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Als Dieter fast auf den Tag genau ein Jahr später erneut in den Ort kommt (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/05/19-mai-1918.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;19. Mai 1918&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, liegt der Ort &lt;i&gt;"tot dar"&lt;/i&gt; und scheint völlig zerstört. Voller Mitgefühl fragt er sich: &lt;i&gt;"Irma Senée, wie mag es dir gehen, und wo magst du jetzt weilen?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Die nächsten Bekanntschaften macht Dieter während seiner Einquartierung in &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merdingen&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-februar-1918.html"&gt;3. Februar 1918&lt;/a&gt;. Hier notiert er: &lt;i&gt;"Merdingen ist ein nettes Dörfchen mit noch netteren jungen Mädchen. [...] Abends gehen wir oft spazieren oder belustigen uns mit Pfänderspielen im Kreise der Ortsfamilien. &lt;b&gt;Mariechen Menner, Rosa Weber und Rosa Weiß&lt;/b&gt; sind mir in guter Erinnerung."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Wambréchies&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/07/19-juli-1918.html"&gt;19. Juli 1918)&lt;/a&gt; trifft er auf die "kleine[n] Französin &lt;b&gt;Valentine Cousin&lt;/b&gt;, einem "kleine[n], intelligente[n] Mädel" mit der Dieter sich "auf deutsch und auf französisch gut" unterhält. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Der erste Tanz seines Lebens gehörte dann &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"eine[r] hübsche[n] &lt;b&gt;Rebekka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" in &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoof &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-dezember-1918-19-dezember-1918.html"&gt;18. Dezember 1918)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sein Herz scheint jedoch nur dem "Dorchen" gehört zu haben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Auszug aus "Im Westen nichts Neues" mit ähnlicher Thematik (ab Min 2:10)&lt;br /&gt;Excerp from "All quiet at the Western Front" with similar topic (from min 2:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e7OFTrO2JH0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dieter enjoyed the time in hann. Münden a lot. Apart from all the good meals that he "had to have", he was very fond of &lt;b&gt;Dorchen Uckermann&lt;/b&gt;. In his diary, even indirectly admits to be in love with her (&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-januar-1919.html"&gt;Jan 1st, 1919&lt;/a&gt;): "&lt;i&gt;My landlady says, it seems I get fed by love. It also appears to me like that!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Still being young, Dieter seems to be a little shy and to be rather inexperienced concerning women, at least according to his diary ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;When he did a stopover in Hamburg on his way back to the front on &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/09/16-september-1918.html"&gt;September 16th&lt;/a&gt;, 1918, he visits the Reeperbahn, but only states to have visited the Panoptikum, a wax museum. In Wilna (&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-november-1917.html"&gt;November 1st, 1917&lt;/a&gt;), a city that is even in the &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/das-fr-86-in-wilna.html"&gt;regimental chronicles&lt;/a&gt; ambiguously called "a high form of back area", there are no notes on any girls he got to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The "few" women, that Dieter mentions in his diary, to be summarized shortly at this point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;His first friendship he meets in &lt;b&gt;Rumilly &lt;/b&gt;on &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/05/7-mai-1917.html"&gt;May 7th, 1917&lt;/a&gt;. He "brillantly does conversation" for days with the daughter of his local host, &lt;b&gt;Irma Sensée&lt;/b&gt;, "a beautiful, young girl", and also her friend &lt;b&gt;Caroline &lt;/b&gt;Dieter wants to "&lt;i&gt;keep in good memories&lt;/i&gt;". When Dieter returns almost exactly one year later (&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/05/19-mai-1918.html"&gt;May 19th, 1918&lt;/a&gt;), the village "&lt;i&gt;lies in ruins&lt;/i&gt;" and seems to be completely destroyed. Full of compassion, he asks himself "&lt;i&gt;Irma Sensée, how might you be now, where might you be?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The next female friends Dieter met when he was billeted in &lt;b&gt;Merdingen &lt;/b&gt;on &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-februar-1918.html"&gt;February 3rd, 1918&lt;/a&gt;. He notes down here: "&lt;i&gt;Merdingen is a lovely Village, with young girls even more lovely. [...] In the evenings, we often stroll around or have fun playing "hold in pledge" together with local fmailies. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I very well remember &lt;b&gt;Mariechen Menner, Rosa Weber and Rosa Weiß&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Wambréchies &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/07/19-juli-1918.html"&gt;july 19th,1918&lt;/a&gt;), he meets "an intelligent little girl, &lt;b&gt;Valentine Cousin&lt;/b&gt; [...] I did conversate well with her in german as well as in french".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;the first dance of his life then went to "&lt;i&gt;a lovely &lt;b&gt;Rebekka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" in &lt;b&gt;Hoof &lt;/b&gt;on &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-dezember-1918-19-dezember-1918.html"&gt;December 18th, 1918&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;... but his Heart seems to only have belonged to &lt;b&gt;Dorchen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;Bei ricordi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dieter passò un buon periodo a Hann, a Münden ancora meglio. A parte il cibo che "dovette mangiare", egli mera molto attratto da &lt;b&gt;Dorchen Uckermann&lt;/b&gt;. Nel suo diario, ammette perfino, indirettamente, di esserne innamorato (1° gennaio 1919): "&lt;i&gt;la mia padrona di casa dice, sembra che io mi cibi d'amore. Sembra pure a me!&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Essendo ancora giovane, Dieter sembra un po' timido ed abbastanza inesperto nei confronti delle donne, almeno in base al suo diario. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Quando si fermò ad Amburgo sulla via della ritirata dal fronte il 16 settembre 1918, egli visita la Reeperbahn, ma dichiara di aver visitato solo il Panoptikum, un museo delle cere. A Vilnius ( il 1° novembre 1917), una città che perfino nel diario di reggimento viene ambiguamente definita "&lt;i&gt;una specie di grande retrovia&lt;/i&gt;", non ci sono accenni su nessuna ragazza che egli possa aver incontrato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Le "poche" ragazze cui Dieter fa cenno nel diario sono, tanto per fare una breve sintesi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;La prima amica la incontra a &lt;b&gt;Rumilly &lt;/b&gt;il 7 maggio 1917. Egli "brillantemente" conversa per giorni con la sorella del suo ospite, &lt;b&gt;Irma Sensée&lt;/b&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;una giovane e bella ragazza&lt;/i&gt;", ed anche della sua amica &lt;b&gt;Caroline &lt;/b&gt;Dieter vuole "&lt;i&gt;conservare un bel ricordo&lt;/i&gt;". Quando Dieter, quasi esattamente un anno dopo, (19 maggio 1918)&amp;nbsp; vi ritorna, Il paese "&lt;i&gt;è un cumulo di rovine&lt;/i&gt;" e sembra essere completamente distrutto. Mosso a compassione, egli si chiede "Irma Sensée, chissà come stai ora, chissà dove sei?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Un'amica successiva Dieter la incontrò quando era di stanza a &lt;b&gt;Merdingen&lt;/b&gt;, il 3 febbraio 1918. Egli scrive: "&lt;i&gt;Merdingen è un bel paese, con ragazze ancora più belle.&amp;nbsp; [...]&amp;nbsp; La sera ce ne andiamo in giro o ci divertiamo a giocare a "Simone dice" con le famiglie del posto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ricordo molto bene&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Mariechen Menner, Rosa Weber e Rosa Weiß&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Wambréchies &lt;/b&gt;(19 luglio 1918), incontra una "&lt;i&gt;intelligente ragazzina&lt;/i&gt;", &lt;b&gt;Valentine Cousin&lt;/b&gt; [...].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Parlo con lei molto bene sia in francese che in tedesco".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Il primo ballo della sua vita infine arrivò con "&lt;i&gt;una bella &lt;b&gt;Rebekka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", a &lt;b&gt;Hoof&lt;/b&gt;, il 18 dicembre 1918.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;...ma il suo cuore sembra appartenere solo a Dorchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4773581494716929345?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4773581494716929345/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-guter-erinnerung-in-good-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4773581494716929345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4773581494716929345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-guter-erinnerung-in-good-memories.html' title='... in guter Erinnerung - in good memories'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3LW36yy1oA/TwRI8swc_vI/AAAAAAAAA_o/q4XboVKB0Eo/s72-c/1919_01_06_damen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-171083977793552073</id><published>2012-01-06T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:48:23.183+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>6. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Am Nachmittag soll die Reise losgehen. Wir sind nur noch mir einigen Mann hier, die die Station besetzen. Alle übrigen sind schon die letzten Tage nach Münden abgereist. Wir bilden das Nachkommando. Morgens treffe ich noch einmal Dorchen, als sie auf dem Wege nach der Bank ist. Dann packe ich meine Sachen zusammen, während dessen meine Quartiersleute mir noch mancherlei nette Dinge zustecken.&lt;br /&gt;Ich esse noch einmal gut zu Mittag, verabschiede mich von den übrigen Einwohnern des Hauses und gehe dann nachmittags mit meinem Kamerad, der im ersten Stock wohnt, zum Bahnhof. Meine Quartiersleute, Herr und Frau Ludwig, begleiten uns. Selbstverständlich habe ich mich vorher auch noch von den Damen auf der Post verabschiedet und mich nochmals herzlich bedankt. Um 5 Uhr fährt unser Transport ab. Die Fahrt geht über Eichenberg, Göttingen, Northeim, Hildesheim, Celle, Ülzen, Lüneburg nach Harburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="400" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://maps.google.de/maps?hl=de&amp;amp;q=Vogelsang,+34346+Hann.+M%C3%BCnden,+Niedersachsen&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;geocode=Fd5eEAMdAlaTAA&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Vogelsang,+34346+Hann.+M%C3%BCnden,+Niedersachsen&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;ll=51.410075,9.665051&amp;amp;spn=0.021414,0.051413&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=embed" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.de/maps?hl=de&amp;amp;q=Vogelsang,+34346+Hann.+M%C3%BCnden,+Niedersachsen&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;geocode=Fd5eEAMdAlaTAA&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Vogelsang,+34346+Hann.+M%C3%BCnden,+Niedersachsen&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;ll=51.410075,9.665051&amp;amp;spn=0.021414,0.051413&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;Größere Kartenansicht&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The journey is to start in the afternoon. We are only a few men left here manning the post. All others have left for Münden during the last days. We are the rear guard. In the morning I meet Dorchen on her way to the bank. Then I get together my stuff while my hosts present me with quite some nice things. &lt;br /&gt;I have a decent lunch for once, say goodbye to all other residents in the house and then join my comrade from the first floor to the station in the afternoon. My hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Ludwig, accompany us. Of course I also said a farewell before to the post office girls and thanked them for everything. At 5:00 p.m. the transport leaves. The journey goes via Eichenberg, Göttingen, Northeim, Hildesheim, Celle, Ülzen, Lüneburg to Harburg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Il viaggio sta per iniziare nel pomeriggio. Siamo solo pochi uomini rimasti all'uuficio postale. Tutti gli altri hanno lasciato Münden nei giorni scorsi. Siamo la retroguardia. Al mattino incontro Dorchen mentre va alla banca. Poi raduno le mie cose mentre i miei ospiti mi fanno qualche regalino.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ho un buon pasto, ancora una volta, saluto tutte le persone della casa e quindi mi unisco ai&amp;nbsp; miei compagni al primo piano nella stazione&amp;nbsp; per il pomeriggio. I miei ospiti, il signor e la signora Ludwig, ci accompagnano. Naturalmente saluto anche le ragazze dell'ufficio postale e le ringrazio per quello che hanno fatto per noi. Alle 5 di pomeriggio il convoglio parte. Si va verso Amburgo, via Eichenberg, Göttingen, Northeim, Hildesheim, Celle, Ülzen, Lüneburg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;to Harburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-171083977793552073?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/171083977793552073/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/171083977793552073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/171083977793552073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-januar-1919.html' title='6. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-8848377633571937634</id><published>2012-01-05T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:49:06.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>5. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXlxmgqpdQk/TuxmFXU2m1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/YnuFNEi4kIg/s1600/1919_01_05_dorchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXlxmgqpdQk/TuxmFXU2m1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/YnuFNEi4kIg/s320/1919_01_05_dorchen.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Der letzte Abend, den ich bei der Familie Uckermann verbringe. Wir trinken noch eine Flasche Wein zum Abschied; und ich spiele wieder Klavier. Am späten Abend verabschiede ich mich von den Leuten und danke ihnen für alles Gute, das sie mir erwiesen haben. Man lädt mich ein, im Sommer wiederzukommen. Dorchen bringt mich noch vor die Tür, schenkt mir ein Bild und 2 Schachteln Zigaretten und dann heißt es auseinandergehen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last evening, that I am to spend with the Uckermanns. To say farewell, we have a bottle of wine together; I play the piano again. In the late evening, I say goodbye to the people and thank them for all the good they have done to me. I am invited to return in summer. Dorchen accompanies me outside, she presents me with a picture of her and two packets of cigarettes and then it is time for goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; E' l'ultima sera che potrò trascorrere dagli Uckermann. Per salutarci, beviamo insieme una bottiglia; Suono di nuovo il piano. La sera tardi li saluto e li ringrazio di tutto il bene che hanno fatto per me. Mi invitano a tornare lì in estate. Dorchen mi accompagna fuori, mi regala una sua fotografia e due pacchetti di sigarette, ed è ora di di salutarci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-8848377633571937634?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8848377633571937634/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8848377633571937634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8848377633571937634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-januar-1919.html' title='5. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXlxmgqpdQk/TuxmFXU2m1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/YnuFNEi4kIg/s72-c/1919_01_05_dorchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1791639218696700466</id><published>2012-01-04T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:54:00.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Zweifelhafte Elemente in Marineuniform - Dubious elements in naval uniforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66Q5KkKsklU/TwMMup8XuoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/GWYf4D0xopY/s1600/1918_11_revolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66Q5KkKsklU/TwMMup8XuoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/GWYf4D0xopY/s320/1918_11_revolution.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revolutionäre vor dem Brandenburger Tor (Berlin) im November 1918 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dieters Vorbeimarsch an der Obersten Heeresleitung (OHL) in der Wilhelmshöhe am &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-dezember-1918.html"&gt;20. Dezember 1918&lt;/a&gt; wird durch "zweifelhafte Elemente in Marineuniform" gestört. Ist dieser Umstand Dieter zumindest eine Randnotiz wert, so wird dieser in der &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-vorbeimarsch-schlo-wilhelmshohe.html"&gt;Regimentschronik ganz ausgelassen&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In den Erinnerungen von &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Groener" style="color: #660000;" target="_blank"&gt;Wilhelm Groener&lt;/a&gt; findet sich eine interessante Schilderung des "revolutionären Umfelds" dieser Zeit in Verbindung mit dem Rückmarsch der Regimenter. &lt;br /&gt;Nach der Entlassung Ludendorffs am 26. Oktober 1918 wurde Groener als neuer Erster Generalquartiermeister faktisch der Chef der Obersten Heeresleitung. Er leitete den Rückmarsch und die Demobilisierung der deutschen Truppen von der Westfront in die Heimatstandorte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In den allerersten Tagen nach dem 9./10. November hatten wir uns in der O.H.L. in dem Traum gewiegt, daß wir genügend zuverlässige Truppen haben würden, um einen Grenzschutz am Rhein aufzubauen. Diese Hoffnung erwies sich als trügerisch. &lt;br /&gt;Die in vollster Ordnung zurückmarschierenden Truppen blieben in der Hand ihrer Führer bis zu dem Augenblick, da sie am Rhein in die revolutionäre Atmosphäre eintraten; von da ab war kein Halten mehr. Die von der Heeresleitung an die Marschstraßen ausgesandten „Serumspritzer“, tüchtige, geschickte Offiziere, die die Truppen gegen den Geist der Revolution immun machen sollten, hatten keinen wesentlichen Erfolg. &lt;br /&gt;Es gab Regimenter, die während des Rückmarsches sich vornahmen, sobald sie in ihren Garnisonen wären, den Revolutionären, besonders den Matrosen, den Garaus zu machen; wenn sie aber in den Kasernen waren, wurden alle diese guten Vorsätze vergessen und der Einfluß der Offiziere war dahin. So schnell wie möglich entlassen zu werden, war der Wunsch jedes einzelnen. Die Sorge um Haus und Hof, um die Familie überwog den vaterländischen Gedanken. Manche Divisionen konnten es kaum erwarten, bis sie auf die Eisenbahn verladen wurden. &lt;br /&gt;[...] Bei letzterer sah es recht trübe aus, sie war längst ausgepumpt und die Abgabe der zahlreichen Lokomotiven und Wagen an den Feind tat das übrige, um die Leistungen der Eisenbahnen auf das niedrigste Maß herabzudrücken. Immerhin haben die Eisenbahner in diesen Wochen das Menschenmöglichste geleistet, um das Heer nach Hause zu bringen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quelle: Wilhelm Groener, Lebenserinnerungen, Jugend, Generalstab, Weltkrieg, herausgegeben von Friedrich Frhr. Hiller von Gaertringen. Göttingen: Vandenhoeck &amp;amp; Ruprecht, 1957, S. 472-75. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://germanhistorydocs.ghi-dc.org/docpage.cfm?docpage_id=5011&amp;amp;language=german" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ghi-dc.org/: Wilhelm Groener über den Ebert-Groener Pakt (Rückblick 1957)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jSjg0w1bIOM" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dubious elements in marine uniforms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dieter's parade at the Supreme Army Command at Castle Wilhelmshöhe on &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-dezember-1918.html"&gt;December 20th, 1918&lt;/a&gt; gets disturbed by "dubious elements in marine uniforms". While this fact is at least to Dieter important enough to put down a note on it, it is &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-vorbeimarsch-schlo-wilhelmshohe.html"&gt;completely left out in the regimental chronicles&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In the memoirs of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Groener" target="_blank"&gt;Wilhelm Groener&lt;/a&gt;, an interesting description of this "revolutionary environment" of that time in connection with the withdrawal of the regiments is to be found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;After the dismissal of Ludendorff on October 26th, 1918 Groener had been assigned the new Quartermaster General, making him in fact the new Commander of the Supreme Army Command. He headed organising the troops' march from the western front back into their home garrisons and their subsequent demobilisation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;During the very first days after the 9th/10th November, in the Supreme Command we were still klinging to the dream that we had enough reliable troops to build up a frontier protection along the Rhein river. This hope proved to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The troops marching back in full order followed the command of their leaders until the moment they entered the revolutionary atmosphere; from that point on there was no holding back any more. The so called "vaccineers", capable and skilled officers that were to immunise the troops against the spirit of revolution, did not have substantial success. &lt;br /&gt;There were regiments, that had planned to finish off those revolutionists, especially the naval soldiers, as soon as they would reach their home garrisons; but once they got there, all good intentions were gone and the officers' influence diminished. To get discharged as soon as possible was every one's wish. The worries about one's home and family overwhelmed all thoughts on the Fatherland. Some divisions could hardly stand to get loaded onto the railway. &lt;br /&gt;[....] The latter really looked awful, it had long been exhausted and the tribute of numerous locomotives and waggons to the enemy did its own part to decrease the performance of the railway to the lowest possible extent. At least the railway men achieved the humanly possible during those weeks, to get the army home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: Wilhelm Groener, Lebenserinnerungen, Jugend, Generalstab, Weltkrieg, herausgegeben von Friedrich Frhr. Hiller von Gaertringen. Göttingen: Vandenhoeck &amp;amp; Ruprecht, 1957, S. 472-75. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://germanhistorydocs.ghi-dc.org/docpage.cfm?docpage_id=5011&amp;amp;language=german" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ghi-dc.org/: Wilhelm Groener über den Ebert-Groener Pakt (Rückblick 1957)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dubbi elementi in uniforme della Marina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;La parata militare di Dieter davanti al Comando Supremo dell'Esercito nel castello di Wilhelmshöhe il &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-dezember-1918.html"&gt;20 dicembre 1918&lt;/a&gt; viene disturbata da "dubbi elementi in uniforme della Marina". mentre questo fatto è abbastanza significativo per Dieter, tanto da riportarlo in una nota, esso &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-vorbeimarsch-schlo-wilhelmshohe.html"&gt;è completamente ignorato dal diario di reggimento&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Nelle memorie di &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Groener" target="_blank"&gt;Wilhelm Groener&lt;/a&gt;, si può trovare una interessante descrizione di questo "ambiente rivoluzionario" del tempo, in relazione alla ritirata del dei reggimenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dopo la destituzione di Ludendorff il 26 ottobre 1918, Groener era stato assegnato al nuovo Quartier Generale, divenendo, di fatto, il nuovo Comandante Supremo dell'Esercito (in realtà vice Capo di Stato Maggiore). Egli guidò l'organizzazione della marcia delle truppe dal fronte occidentale alle guarnigioni in Patria e la conseguente smobilitazione.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;Durante i primissimi giorni dopo il 9/10 novembre, al Comando Supremo eravamo ancora appesi al sogno di avere truppe sufficienti su cui contare per schierare una protezione alla frontiera lungo il fiume Reno. Questa speranza risultò vana.&lt;br /&gt;Le truppe che tornavano in marcia ordinatamente seguirono gli ordini dei loro comandanti fino al momento in cui entrarono in un'atmosfera rivoluzionaria; da quel punto in poi non ci fu possibilità di trattenerli. I cosiddetti "vaccinatori", capaci e scaltri ufficiali che dovevano preservare le truppe dal contagio dello spirito rivoluzionario, non ebbero alcun successo.&lt;br /&gt;Ci furono reggimenti che avevano pianificato di farla finita con quei rivoluzionari, specialmente marinai, non appena questi avessero raggiunto le loro guarnigioni; ma una volta arrivati lì, tutte le buone intenzioni svanirono e l'influenza degli ufficiali si affievolì. Essere congedati al più presto era l'unico desiderio di ognuno. Le preoccupazioni per la propria casa e la propria famiglia sovrastavano qualunque pensiero per la Madrepatria. Alcune divisioni furono a stento trattenute sulla ferrovia.&lt;br /&gt;[....]&amp;nbsp; Il resto fu realmente terribile, si era allo stremo, ed il tributo di numerose locomotive e convogli distrutti dal nemico ebbe la sua parte nel rendere debolissima l'operatività del sistema ferroviario. I ferrovieri, almeno, fecero tutto l'umanamente possibile per portare l'esercito a casa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1791639218696700466?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1791639218696700466/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/zweifelhafte-elemente-in-marineuniform.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1791639218696700466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1791639218696700466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/zweifelhafte-elemente-in-marineuniform.html' title='Zweifelhafte Elemente in Marineuniform - Dubious elements in naval uniforms'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66Q5KkKsklU/TwMMup8XuoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/GWYf4D0xopY/s72-c/1918_11_revolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-9140130809862798436</id><published>2012-01-02T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:54:33.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>2. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nachmittags bin ich wieder bei Uckermanns zum Kaffee eingeladen. Ich kann aber immer noch nicht viel essen. Meine Quartierswirtin meint, ich werde wohl von der Liebe satt. Das scheint mir auch! Nach dem Kaffeetrinken ziehen wir fort. Dorchens Mutter begleitet uns noch weit zur Stadt hinaus und kehr dann wieder um. Wir gehen allein weiter. Bald aber überzieht sich der Himmel mit dunklen Wolken, und es droht zu regnen. So wenden wir unsere Schritte zurück und treffen bei Dunkelwerden wieder im Vogelsang ein. Abends bin ich wieder bei Uckermanns. Dorchens Eltern sind sehr nett zu mir. Ich spiele oft Klavier.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Die nächsten Tage mache ich meinen gewohnten Dienst auf der Post, bin natürlich am Tage jetzt nicht mehr so viel da wie vorher. Mittags und abends hole ich Dorchen meistens von der Bank ab. Eines Abends, als ich Nachtdienst habe, muß auch Dorchen lange arbeiten. Ich wecke verschiedentlich bei ihr an. Sie will nach 10 Uhr bei der Post vorbeikommen und unten warten. Ich gehe um 10 Uhr hinunter. Nicht lange dauert es, da kommt sie mit ihrer Freundin an. Ich bringe sie zum Vogelsang hinauf und kehre dann wieder zurück zur Post zurück. An einem der nächsten Abende bin ich wieder bei Uckermanns eingeladen.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the afternoon I am invited again to the Uckermann family for coffee. But still I can not eat very much. My landlady says, it seems I get fed by love. It also appears to me like that! After having our coffee, we leave for a walk. Dorchen's mother accompanies us quite a way out of town and then returns. We proceed on our own. But soon the sky overcasts with dark clouds and rain seems to be imminent. So we return home and arrive at the Vogelsang when darkness falls. In the evening I am again at Uckermanns. Dorchen's parents are very kind to me. I often play the piano. --- the next days I do my usual service at the post office, but of course during daytime I am less often there than before. At noon and in the evening I mostly pick Dorchen up at the bank. One evening, when I do the night service, Dorchen also has to work late hours. I try to reach her several times. She wants to come to the post office at 10 p.m. and wait there. I leave the ofice at 10. After a short while, she arrives with her friend. I bring them up to the Vogelsang and then return to the post office. One of the next evenings, I am invited at Uckermanns again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Nel pomeriggio la famiglia Uckermann mi invita di nuovo per il caffè. Ma ancora non riesco a mangiare molto. La padrona di casa dice che sembro sazio d'amore. Sembra pure a me! Dopo il caffè usciamo per una passeggiata. La madre di Dorche ci accompagna fin quasi fuori città e al ritorno. Noi camminiamo un po' staccati, da soli. Ben presto, però, il cielo si copre di nubi e sembra che la pioggia sia imminente.&amp;nbsp; Così torniamo a casa ed arriviamo in via Vogelsang che è già buio. Più tardi, di sera, sono di nuovo dagli Uckermann. I genitori di Dorchen sono molto gentili con me. Suono spesso il piano.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I giorni seguenti ho il mio solito servizio all'ufficio postale, ma naturalmente di giorno sto meno spesso lì di quanto stavo prima. A mezzogiono e la sera il più delle volte vado a prendere Dorchen alla banca. Una sera, mentre ero di servizio notturno, anche Dorchen dovette lavorare fino a tardi. Cercai di raggiungerla molte volte. Volle venire all'ufficio postale alle 10 di sera e aspettare lì. Lasciai l'ufficio verso le 10. Dopo un po' eccola arrivare con un'amica. Le accompagno in via Vogelsang e poi torno in ufficio. Una delle sere seguenti sono di nuovo invitato dagli Uckermann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-9140130809862798436?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/9140130809862798436/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/9140130809862798436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/9140130809862798436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-januar-1919.html' title='2. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4727357293688721910</id><published>2012-01-01T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:56:16.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>1. Januar 1919</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Das neue Jahr nimmt seinen Anfang. Wird es uns etwas Gutes bringen? Wie lange mag der Friedensschluß auf sich warten lassen? Werden die Bedingungen der Feinde nicht allzu hart, ja vielleicht unerfüllbar ein. Das sind alles schwere, bange Fragen. Hoffentlich löst sie das neue Jahr in glücklicher Weise!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Am Nachmittag besuche ich einen meiner Freunde, der bei der Familie Uckermann im Vogelsang, ganz in der Nähe, einquartiert ist. Dort lerne ich die zweitälteste Tochter Dorchen Uckermann kennen, ein nettes, hübsches Mädchen, die mir sehr gut gefällt. Sie fordert mich auf, Klavier zu spielen, und ich tue ihr gerne den Gefallen. Sie setzt mir zwei Stücken Torte vor; aber ich kann keinen Happen essen. Das kommt davon, wenn man im eigenen quartier überfüttert wird. Gleich nachdem fordere ich sie auf, doch mit uns beiden ein bisschen spazieren zu gehen und uns die Umgegend der Stadt zu zeigen, Ihre Eltern haben nichts dagegen und wir gehen zu dreien los. Wir sind noch nicht weit gegangen, da treffen wir ihre Schwester und deren Freundin. Beide schließen sich uns an. Nach Beendigung unseres Spazierganges, der mit viel Vergnügen bereitet hat, kommen wir bei Dunkelheit wieder im Vogelsang an. Ich werde eingeladen, den Abend ebenfalls im Uckermannschen Hause zu verbringen. So finde ich mich nach dem Abendessen wieder dort ein. Die Freundin kommt auch wieder, diesmal in Begleitung ihres Bruders, und noch ein anderer junger Mann ist dabei. Wir verbringen die Abendstunde auf angenehme Weise, haben eine nette Unterhaltung, spielen Gesellschaftsspiele, trinken Wein und gehen erst recht spät Abend nach Hause. Mir macht das nichts aus; denn ich habe ja meinen Haustürschlüssel in der Tasche. War das ein schöner Abend! Man hat mich sogar noch in den Flötenverein aufgenommen, Außerdem habe ich viel Klavier gespielt. Es wurde auch viel getanzt; aber leider kann ich noch nicht tanzen. Dorchen und ich begleiten die Freundin und die beiden Herren noch eine ziemliche Strecke auf ihrem Nachhauseweg und kehren dann wieder zurück.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new year begins. Will it bring any good to us? How long might it be until a peace treaty? Won't the victor's conditions be too hard or even unaccomplishable? All those are serious and scary questions. Hopefully, the new year will bring them all to a good end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I visit one of my friends who is billeted at the Uckermann family, closeby in Vogelsang [road]. There I get to know the second oldest daughter Dorchen Uckermann, a nice and beautiful young girl who I like very much. She asks me to play the piano, and I gladly do her the favor. She provides me with two pieces of cake, but I can not eat a single bite. That's what comes of it when you get fed too well by your own host! Afterwards, I ask her to join us for a walk and to show us the surroundings of the town, her parents are fine with it and so the three of us get going. we have not walked very far, when we meet her sister and her female friend. They both join us. After finishing our very enjoyable promenade, we arrive back in Vogelsang in the darkness. I am invited to also spend the evening in the Uckermann house. So I return back there after dinner. The friend also returns, this time with her brother, and another young man is also with them. We spend the evening very pleasant, we have a good conversation, play parlour games, drink wine and only leave for home quite late in the evening. I do not mind, since I have a front door key with me. That was a real nice evening! I have even been accepted to the flute club, besides I have played the piano a lot. There was also a lot of dancing; unfortunately I can not yet dance. Dorchen and me accompany the friend and the two gentlemen quite a while on their way home and then return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Il nuovo anno comincia. Ci porterà qualcosa di buono? Quanto ci vorrà per un trattato di pace? Non saranno le condizioni dettate dai vincitori troppo dure o addirittura inaccettabili? Sono tutte domande molto serie e che fanno rabbrividire. Si spera, che il nuovo anno porterà tutto ciò ad un buon esito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel pomeriggio vado a visitare uno dei miei amici che è alloggiato presso la famiglia Uckermann, vicino alla via Vogelsang. Qui faccio la conoscenza di sua sorella maggiore Dorchen Uckermann, una bella e simpatica ragazza che mi piace molto. Mi chiede di suonarle il piano, ed io lo faccio volentieri. Mi offre due pezzi di dolce ma non riesco a mangiarne nemmeno un pezzetto. Questo è quello che succede quando i tuoi ospiti ti rimpinzano troppo! Più tardi le chiedo di unirsi a noi per una passeggiata e di mostrarci i dintorni della città; i suoi genitori lo consentono gentilmente e così usciamo in tre. Non abbiamo camminato troppo che ecco incontriamo l'altra sorella e una sua amica. Entrambe si uniscono a noi. Dopo aver terminato la nostra bella passeggiata, arriviamo di nuovo in via Vogelsang che è già buio. Mi invitano a passare la serata in casa Uckermann. Così torno lì da loro dopo cena. Torna anche l'amica, stavolta con suo fratello ed un altro ragazzo. Passiamo la serata piacevolmente, una bella conversazione, giochiamo a qualche gioco da tavolo, beviamo vino e torniamo a casa molto tardi. La cosa non mi preoccupa perché ho la chiave del portone. Proprio una bella serata! Sono stato perfino accettato al club del flauto, oltre che aver suonato a lungo il pianoforte. Si poteva anche ballare; sfortunatamente non ne sono ancora capace. Dorchen ed io abbiamo accompagnato l'amico e i due altri giovani per un po' sulla strada di casa e poi siamo tornati indietro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4727357293688721910?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4727357293688721910/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-januar-1919.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4727357293688721910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4727357293688721910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-januar-1919.html' title='1. Januar 1919'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-729645470619715880</id><published>2012-01-01T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:57:23.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admin'/><title type='text'>Titanium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WoegcTP44/Tv36N2z2uZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7P5Ng9BbdYo/s1600/1919_01_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk1c07-eU4A/Tv30oIw2_VI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4rdtgFkbus8/s1600/1919_01_01_poppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk1c07-eU4A/Tv30oIw2_VI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4rdtgFkbus8/s200/1919_01_01_poppy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ich wünsche allen Lesern dieses Blogs ein Frohes Neues Jahr 2012! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als Einstimmung, ein Cover des D. Guetta Liedes "Titanium" von &lt;a href="http://www.ortopilot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ortoPilot&lt;/a&gt;, einem jungen Künstler mit viel Talent und großartiger Musik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;A Happy New Year 2012 to all readers/ followers of this blog! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set the mood, a cover of D. Guetta´s song "Titanium" by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ortopilot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ortoPilot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;, a young artist with great talent and great music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Un felice 2012 a tutti i lettori/frequentatori del blog!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per mettersi nel giusto stato d'animo, ecco una cover della canzone di D. Guetta "Titanium", eseguita da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ortopilot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ortoPilot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;, un giovane artista di grande talento e grande musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Titanium - David Guetta ft Sia - cover by ortoPilot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3MXkQJjBew/Tv3zTlMXkfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/7PV4Zieq4vs/s1600/1919_01_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4_ao8_q7O44" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WoegcTP44/Tv36N2z2uZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7P5Ng9BbdYo/s1600/1919_01_01.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WoegcTP44/Tv36N2z2uZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7P5Ng9BbdYo/s400/1919_01_01.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You shout it loud, but I can't hear a word you say - I'm talking loud, not saying much &lt;br /&gt;I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WoegcTP44/Tv36N2z2uZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7P5Ng9BbdYo/s1600/1919_01_01.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shoot me down, but I get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose - fire away, fire away - ricochet, you take your aim fire away, fire away - &lt;br /&gt;you shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium&lt;br /&gt;you shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cut me down, but it's you who'll have further to fall &lt;br /&gt;ghost town and haunted love - Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones &lt;br /&gt;I'm talking loud, not saying much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose fire away, fire away ricochet, you take your aim - fire away, fire away &lt;br /&gt;you shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium &lt;br /&gt;you shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Stone hard, machine gun fired at the ones who run - stone hard, as bulletproof glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You shoot me down, but I won't fall - I am titanium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-729645470619715880?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/729645470619715880/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/titanium.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/729645470619715880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/729645470619715880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/titanium.html' title='Titanium'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk1c07-eU4A/Tv30oIw2_VI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4rdtgFkbus8/s72-c/1919_01_01_poppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-2975720873789904789</id><published>2011-12-31T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:58:00.237+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>31. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Das alte Jahr geht zu Ende. Ströme von Blut hat es geschluckt, und unsagbares Leid hat es der Menschheit gebracht. Ich habe Nachtdienst auf dem Postamt. Um 12 Uhr wünsche ich verschiedenen Bekannten ein Prosit Neujahr per Telephon. Dann mache ich die Bude dicht und gehe in die Stadt. Hier ist ein Rummel, ein Gelärm und Geschrei im Gange wie in Friedenszeiten. Ich treffe einige Freunde und Bekannte, und gemeinsam trinken wie ein Glas auf das kommende Jahr 1919, das uns hoffentlich recht bald normale Zustände bescheren möge. Lange halte ich es nicht in der Stadt aus; ich gehe wieder auf die Post und lege mich dort schlafen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The old year draws to a an end. It has swallowed streams of blood and brought incredibly terrible sorrow to mankind. I am on night service in the post office. At midnight, I wish a happy new year to several acquaintances via telephone. Then I close down the shop and walk into the town. There is a bustle, a noise and screaming going on like in peacetimes. I meet some friends and acquaintances, and together we raise a glass to the upcoming year 1919, which now hopefully will soon bring us normal conditions. I do not stand it for long in the town; I go back to the post office and go to sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; L'anno vecchio arriva alla fine. Ha inghiottito fiumi di sangue e portato incredibili sofferenze al genere umano. Sono di servizio notturno all'ufficio postale. A mezzanotte auguro buon anno a molti conoscenti per telefono. Poi chiudo bottega e vado in città. C'è un trambusto, rumori e grida come in tempo di pace. Incontro alcuni amici e conoscenti, ed insieme solleviamo i calici per il 1919 prossimo, che, speriamo, ci porterà in condizioni normali. Non mi trattengo molto in città; torno all'ufficio postale e vado a dormire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-2975720873789904789?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2975720873789904789/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/31-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2975720873789904789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2975720873789904789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/31-dezember-1918.html' title='31. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5499441116482833821</id><published>2011-12-26T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:58:57.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>26. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Die Damen auf dem Postamt bereiten uns eine großartige Weihnachtsüberraschung. Während wir in das Telegraphenzimmer abgeschoben werden, rücken die Mädels ein paar Tische zurecht, stellen einen geschmückten Tannenbaum mit brennenden Kerzen auf einen Tisch und bauen für jeden für uns dreien die Geschenke auf.&lt;br /&gt;Endlich werden wir hineingeholt. Wir gruppieren uns allesamt um den Tannenbaum und singen Weihnachtslieder. Dann bewundern wir die uns zugedachten Gaben und bedanken und herzlichst bei allen Postmädels. Jeder von uns hat Kuchen, Nüsse, Äpfel, Zigarren, Zigaretten, ein Andenken an Münden und sonstige Kleinigkeiten bekommen. Die Freude ist groß! Nun geht es an die Herrichtung der Kaffeetafel. Kuchen steht in reichlichern Mengen zur Verfügung. Leider kann ich nicht allzu viel von den schönen Sachen essen, da ich von meinen Quartiersleuten schon reichlich mit diesen leckeren Dingen verwöhnt wurde. Liebenswürdiger und anerkennender hätten sich die Damen gar nicht erweisen können.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The post office girls gave a great christmas surprise to us. While we are placed into the telegraph room, they shove around some tables, put a decorated chritmas tree with candles onto one table and arrange some presents for each one of us three. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, we are let in. We all gather around the tree and sing christmas carols. Afterwards, we admire the gifts intended for us and heartily thank all the post girls. Each one of us received cake, nuts, apples, cigars, cigarettes, a souvenir of Münden and other small things. Joy is great amongst us! Now we put up the coffee table. Cake is available in large quantities. Unfortunately I can not eat a lot of all the fine things, since I have already been coddled a lot by my hosts with all those delicacies. The post girls could not have been more gracious and appreciative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Le ragazze dell'ufficio postale ci hanno fatto una grand esorpresa natalizia. Mentre stavamo nella sala telegrafo, avevano sistemato alcuni tavoli, messo un albero di Natale decorato con cndeline su un tavolo e preparato alcuni regali per ciascuno di noi tre.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente entriamo. Ci raccogliamo tutti intorno all'albero e cantiamo le canzoni di Natale. Poi ammiriamo i regali preparati per noi e ringraziamo di cuore le ragazze. Ognuno di noi riceve dolci, noccioline, mele, sigari, sigarette, un souvenir di Müunden ed altre piccole cose. C'è grande gioia in noi! Sistemiamo la tavola, il dolce è disponibile in gran quantità. Purtroppo non posso mangiarne troppe di quelle buone cose, perché i miei ospiti mi hanno già coccolato con i loro dolci. Le ragazze dell'ufficio postale non avrebbero potuto essere più gentile e premurose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5499441116482833821?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5499441116482833821/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/26-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5499441116482833821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5499441116482833821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/26-dezember-1918.html' title='26. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3596182045737129056</id><published>2011-12-25T12:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:00:12.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Zurück in der Heimatstadt Flensburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um 12 Uhr marschierten die Reste des Regiments in Flensburg ein. Es war nur noch eine kleine Schar. Viele hatten auf dem Marsche die nachgesuchte Entlassung erhalten. Der Empfang in Flensburg war warm und herzlich. Eine gewaltige Menschenmenge drängte sich in den Straßen, viele Augen standen in Tränen, der ihnen teuer war, ist nicht dabei. Fahnen grüßten. Auf dem Südermarkt hieß Oberbürgermeister Todsen im Namen der Stadt das Regiment willkommen und überrichte Major von Drigalski einen Lorbeerkranz. Dann kam der letzte Marsch. Auf dem Kasernenhofe ein Wort des Abschieds&amp;nbsp; von seiten des Kommandeurs, der toten Kameraden ward gedacht. Nun wurden die Gewehre an die Wand gestellt, die übrigen Waffen abgegeben. Die Kameraden, die jahrelang in Not und Tod zusammengestanden hatten, gingen auseinander in alle Winde.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Das stolze Regiment „Königin“ war nicht mehr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;From the regimental chronicles: at 12:00 p.m. the remains of the regiment reached Flensburg. It only was a little band. Many had received the discharge they had asked for during the march. The reception at Flensburg was warm and heartily. An enormeous amount of people crowded the streets and many eyes were in tears, since the loved one was not among us. Flags greeted. On the Südermarket, First Mayor Todsen welcomed the regiment in the name of the city and handed a laurel wreath to Major von Drigalski. Then the last march came. On the barrack court the Commander addressed a word of farewell, the fallen comrades were commemorated. Now the rifles were put aside and all other weapons were handed off. The comrades, who had stood together in misery and death for years, dispersed into all directions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;The proud regiment "Königin" ceased to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dal diario di reggimento: alle 12.00 ciò che rimane del reggimento raggiunge Flensburg. Era solo un piccolo drappello. Molti avevano già ricevuto il congedo che avevano chiesto durante la marcia, L'accoglienza a Flensburg fu calda e calorosa. Una enorme folla era in strada e molti piangevano, poiché i loro cari non erano tra noi. Le bandiere ci salutavano. Presso il Südermarkt, il sindaco Todsen diede il benvenuto al reggimento a nome della città e cinse con una corona di alloro il Maggiore von Drigalski. Poi la marcia, per l'ultima volta, proseguì. Nel cortile della caserma il Comandante indirizzò parole di saluto, furono commemorati i compagni caduti. I fucili vennero abbassati e tutte le armi accantonate. I camerati, che avevano sopportato insieme la miseria e la morte, si dispersero in tutte le direzioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3596182045737129056?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3596182045737129056/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/zuruck-in-der-heimatstadt-flensburg.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3596182045737129056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3596182045737129056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/zuruck-in-der-heimatstadt-flensburg.html' title='Zurück in der Heimatstadt Flensburg'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1458043679374966122</id><published>2011-12-25T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:00:41.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>25. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Der erste Weihnachtstag verläuft ganz zufriedenstellend, und das schöne Weihnachtsessen hat mir köstlich geschmeckt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first day of Christmas is very satisfying, and the nice Christmas lunch really tasted delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Il giorno di Natale è per noi di grande soddisfazione, ed il pranzo è veramente buono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1458043679374966122?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1458043679374966122/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/25-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1458043679374966122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1458043679374966122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/25-dezember-1918.html' title='25. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4038322494387496939</id><published>2011-12-24T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:01:17.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>24. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ich feiere den Heiligabend bei meinen Quartiersleuten, die nicht umhin können, mir verschiedene kleine Aufmerksamkeiten zu erweisen. So schenkt Frau Ludwig mir einen Schlips, 10 Zigaretten und noch einige Kleinigkeiten. Ich habe hier ein ganz vorzügliches Leben und kann kaum gegen all den Kuchen und die Süßigkeiten an, die mir laufend zugesteckt werden. Mit dem Neffen zusammen spiele ich Weihnachtsleider, und der Abend verläuft überhaupt sehr harmonisch. Ich gehe auch zu der Familie Brinck im ersten Stock hinunter, um ihnen allen ein frohes Weihnachtsfest zu wünschen. Mit innerer Befriedigung Stelle ich den gewaltigen Unterschied im Vergleich zu den Kriegsweihnachten in den beiden Vorjahren fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-dezember-1916-und-25-dezember-1916.html"&gt;24.12.1916&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/12/24-dezember-1917-bis-31dezember-1917.html"&gt;24.12.1917&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do celebrate Christmas Eve together with my hosts, who gently offer me several little presents. Mrs. Ludwig presents me a tie, 10 cigarettes and other little things. I really have a superb life here and almost can not stand all the little cookies and other sweets that they constantly slip me. Together with the nephew, we play christmas carols, and the evening is very harmonic. I also visit the Brinck familiy in the 1st floor, to wish a merry christmas to them. With a deep inner satisfaction I, notice the vast contrast to war christmas in the past two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-dezember-1916-und-25-dezember-1916.html"&gt;24.12.1916&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/12/24-dezember-1917-bis-31dezember-1917.html"&gt;24.12.1917&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Festeggio la vigilia di natale con i miei ospiti, che gentilmente mi fanno molti piccoli regali. La signora Ludwig mi regala una cravatta, 10 sigarette ed altre piccole cose. Faccio veramente la bella vita qui e quasi non riesco a mangiare tutto il cibo e i dolci che mi preparano. Con il loro nipote cantiamo le canzoni di natale e la sera è molto "armoniosa". Vado anche in visita alla famiglia Brink al primo piano, per augurare loro buon Natale. Con grande e profonda emozione, noto il grande conrasto con il Natale di guerra degli ultimi due anni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-dezember-1916-und-25-dezember-1916.html"&gt;24.12.1916&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/12/24-dezember-1917-bis-31dezember-1917.html"&gt;24.12.1917&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4038322494387496939?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4038322494387496939/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/24-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4038322494387496939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4038322494387496939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/24-dezember-1918.html' title='24. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-7248672744899310265</id><published>2011-12-22T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:30:53.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Getrennter Rückweg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Die Regimentschronik gibt Aufschluß über die weiteren Rückmarschbewegungen des Regiments. Offenbar blieb Dieter mit Teilen der Division zurück in hann. Münden während die 3 Bataillone mit der Bahn in ihre jeweiligen Garnisonen transportiert wurden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Das Regiment marschierte durch Kassel und ward in der Umgegend von hann. Münden untergebracht. Von hier aus wurde das III. Bat. am 22. Dezember, 1 Uhr nachts, verladen. Am 24 Dezember, morgens 11 Uhr traf es in Sonderburg ein. Der Stab und das II. Bat. – die Reste des I. Bat. waren auf dieses verteilt – fuhren am Morgen des 23. ab. Sie sollten Weihnachten nicht zu Hause verleben, sondern trafen erst am 25. Dezember, 9.30 morgens, auf der Flensburger Weiche ein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The regimental chronicles provide more deatils on the whithdrawal movements of the regiment. Obviously Dieter remained togehter with parts of the division in Hann. Münden. while three other battalions where transported back into their garrisons via train:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The regiment marched through Kassel ws billeted in the surrounding area of Hannoversch Münden. From here, the 3rd Battailon was loaded on Dec 22nd, 01:00 am. It reached Sonderburg on Dec. 24th, 11:00 am. The staff and the 2nd Battailon - the remains of the 1st had been distributed to it - left the morning of Dec 23rd. They were not to be at on on Christmas Eve, but only on December 25th, 09:30 a.m. on the Flensburg railway junction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-7248672744899310265?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7248672744899310265/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/getrennter-ruckweg.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7248672744899310265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7248672744899310265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/getrennter-ruckweg.html' title='Getrennter Rückweg'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6193028112557718952</id><published>2011-12-20T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:33:42.230+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Der Vorbeimarsch an Schloß Wilhelmshöhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Die Regimentschronik gibt weitere Details des Vorbeimarsches, die "zweifelhafte[n] Elemente in Marineuniform" werden nicht erwähnt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In den folgenden 14 Tagen marschierte das Regiment im Gebiet der Eder und Fulda, am 20. Dezember wurde Kassel erreicht. Hier durfte die Division noch einen erhebenden Augenblick empfingen. Bei Schloß Wilhelmshöhe hatte sie die Ehre, an ihrem Feldherrn vorbeimarschieren zu dürfen. Wie ein Recke der Vorzeit seine Umgebung überragend, stand Generalfeldmarschall von Hindenburg am Wege. Klar und weithin vernehmlich Klang sein „Guten Morgen, Kameraden!“ über die Kolonnen. Wer an diesem Tage des Feldherrn verehrtes Haupt erblickte, wird den Anblick verhaltenen Schmerzes in diesen ehernen Zügen nicht wieder vergessen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Das Regiment marschierte durch Kassel und ward in der Umgegend von hann. Münden untergebracht. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Anmerkung:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;1918 wurde das Schloss Wilhelmshöhe für drei Monate Sitz der Obersten Heeresleitung; von hier aus organisierte Generalfeldmarschall &lt;a href="http://www.stadt-kassel.de/stadtinfo/jubilaeum/ehrenbuerger/weitere/17574/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paul von Hindenburg&lt;/a&gt; mit seinem Stab die Demobilisierung der deutschen Truppen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The regimental chronicles provide further details of the parade, the "dubious elements in marine uniform" are not being mentioned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;During the following 14 days the regiment marched through the Eder and Fulda area, on December 20th, Kassel was reached. Here the division was to receive an enlightening moment. At Castle Wilhelmshöhe it had the honor to parade their Supreme Commander. Like a champion from time immemorial towering above his surroundings, General Hindenburg stood next to the route. Clearly and audible to the distance his "Good morning, comrades!" sounded above the columns. Who ever saw the face of the venerated commander that day, will never forget the sight of suppressed pain in these iron features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The regiment marched through Kassel ws billeted in the surrounding area of Hannoversch Münden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In 1918, Castle Wilhelmshöhe was the headquarter of Supreme Army Command; from here, Field Marshal General Paul von Hindenburg organized the demobilization of the german army together with his staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6193028112557718952?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6193028112557718952/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-vorbeimarsch-schlo-wilhelmshohe.html#comment-form' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6193028112557718952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6193028112557718952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-vorbeimarsch-schlo-wilhelmshohe.html' title='Der Vorbeimarsch an Schloß Wilhelmshöhe'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uAW0PxGzc/Tu-V7m1yqJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5gdz-loGFHM/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-8352982038142008481</id><published>2011-12-20T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:36:14.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Der alter Weserstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX2FdhD_glM/TvCND1UuErI/AAAAAAAAA-U/F10tzrF6FW0/s1600/1918_12_20_weserstein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX2FdhD_glM/TvCND1UuErI/AAAAAAAAA-U/F10tzrF6FW0/s320/1918_12_20_weserstein.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Der Weserstein, Quelle: Wikipedia.org&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Der (alte) Weserstein ist ein am 2. September 1899 eingeweihter Gedenkstein, der auf den Beginn der Weser hinweist. Das symbolträchtige Datum des Sedanstags passt zur patriotischen vierten Zeile der Inschrift:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wo Werra sich und Fulda küssen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sie ihre Namen büssen müssen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Und hier entsteht durch diesen Kuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deutsch bis zum Meer der Weser Fluss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Hann. Münden, d. 31. Juli 1899&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="400" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://maps.google.de/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=hann+m%C3%BCnden&amp;amp;aq=&amp;amp;sll=51.418747,9.658356&amp;amp;sspn=0.026281,0.084543&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;gl=de&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Hann.+M%C3%BCnden,+Niedersachsen&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;ll=51.417435,9.650116&amp;amp;spn=0.010706,0.025706&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;output=embed" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.de/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=hann+m%C3%BCnden&amp;amp;aq=&amp;amp;sll=51.418747,9.658356&amp;amp;sspn=0.026281,0.084543&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;gl=de&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Hann.+M%C3%BCnden,+Niedersachsen&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;ll=51.417435,9.650116&amp;amp;spn=0.010706,0.025706&amp;amp;z=15" style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;Größere Kartenansicht&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The (old) Weser stone is a memorial stone that was put up on September 2nd, 1899, pointing out the beginning of the river Weser. The highly symbolic date of the Sedan day [note: Battle of Sedan, Sep. 2nd, 1870] matches the patriotic fourth line of the inscription:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Where Werra and Fulda do kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;and they forfeit their names,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;here a riveris created by this kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;german up to the ocean the river Weser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;[note: literally translated poem] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-8352982038142008481?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8352982038142008481/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-alter-weserstein.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8352982038142008481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8352982038142008481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-alter-weserstein.html' title='Der alter Weserstein'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX2FdhD_glM/TvCND1UuErI/AAAAAAAAA-U/F10tzrF6FW0/s72-c/1918_12_20_weserstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1141221678197271306</id><published>2011-12-20T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:36:44.114+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>20. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhaa7YQCak0/TwWm7ceJ4dI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cTWqyQJO3Tw/s1600/1918_12_20_hindenburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucwtQza5u54/TupMbrNWJ4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/1hCpgN8CkAg/s1600/1918_12_18_kassel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucwtQza5u54/TupMbrNWJ4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/1hCpgN8CkAg/s320/1918_12_18_kassel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_LkIaORZg/TupMiWgujcI/AAAAAAAAA90/8w5ITW8FMqA/s1600/1918_12_20_hann_munenden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens rücken wir der Abteilung nach über Elgershausen nach Kassel. Vor dem Schloß Wilhelmshöhe findet ein Vorbeimarsch unserer Division vor Hindenburg statt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/zweifelhafte-elemente-in-marineuniform.html"&gt;Zweifelhafte Elemente in Marineuniform&lt;/a&gt; versuchen, störend einzugreifen, doch vergebens. Kassel ist eine sehr schöne Stadt. Malerisch liegt das Schloß Wilhelmshöhe, zu dem terrassenartig breite Stufen hinaufführen. Es ist sehr hoch im Habichtswald gelegen, und der Herkules ist schon von sehr weitem zu sehen. Nach Beendigung des militärischen Schauspiels marschieren wir weiter über Sandershausen, Landwehrhagen, Lutterberg nach Hann. Münden. Hier werden wir alle in Einzelquartieren untergebracht, mit denen im allgemeinen jeder zufrieden ist. Ich komme zu der Familie Wilhelm Ludwig, Vogelsang 1093.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vH7QlR9EBlM/TupM3XvAK-I/AAAAAAAAA98/s8CplkPy1kc/s1600/1918_12_20_wilhelmshoehe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vH7QlR9EBlM/TupM3XvAK-I/AAAAAAAAA98/s8CplkPy1kc/s320/1918_12_20_wilhelmshoehe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_LkIaORZg/TupMiWgujcI/AAAAAAAAA90/8w5ITW8FMqA/s1600/1918_12_20_hann_munenden.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Bei meinen Quartiersleuten, einem alleinstehenden älteren Ehepaar (der Mann arbeitet als Schustergeselle in der Stadt) habe ich es sehr gut. Mit dem Neffen schlafe ich in einer Stube. Ich habe ein schönes Bett für mich, nehme sämtliche Mahlzeiten bei meinen Gastgebern ein und brauche mir kein essen von unserer Feldküche zu holen. Sogar ein Klavier steht mir zur freien Benutzung zur Verfügung. Oft Spiele ich mit dem Neffen zusammen, er Klavier und ich Geige. Herr und Frau Ludwig tun alles Mögliche für mich. Hann. Münden ist sehr schön am Zusammenfluß von Fulda und Werra gelegen.&lt;br /&gt;Am Zusammenfluß steht der &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-alter-weserstein.html"&gt;Weserstein mit der bekannten denkwürdigen Inschrift&lt;/a&gt;. Die Stadt hat ihr mittelalterliches Gepräge gut bewahrt. Sie ist nicht gerade groß; aber man fühlt sich heimisch in ihren Mauern. Einen prächtigen Anblick bieten die vielen Fachwerkhäuser aus dem Mittelalter.&lt;br /&gt;Die Umgebung der Stadt mit den vielen bewaldeten Höhen ist sehr reizend. Zusammen mit zwei Kameraden werde ich bestimmt, auf dem Postamt Dienst zu machen und dort den Postmädels, den Telephonistinnen und Telegraphistinnen bei ihrer anstrengenden Arbeit zu helfen. Die Mädels sind über diese Mithilfe natürlich sehr erfreut und nehmen die Dienste von Rudi, Bubi und Didi gerne an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_LkIaORZg/TupMiWgujcI/AAAAAAAAA90/8w5ITW8FMqA/s1600/1918_12_20_hann_munenden.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_LkIaORZg/TupMiWgujcI/AAAAAAAAA90/8w5ITW8FMqA/s320/1918_12_20_hann_munenden.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wir werden in alle Einzelheiten eingeweiht, sitzen mit an den Klappenschränken, geben Telegramme durch, nehmen Ferngespräche auf, tragenTelegramm- und Fernsprechgebühren ein, usw. Ich nehme sogar Morsetelegramme auf. Eigentlich sollen wir nur Nachtdienst verrichten, wir sind aber auch meistens am Tage da. Ein Kamerad von mir wohnt im 1. Stock desselben Hauses im Vogelsang, bei der Familie Brinck, ebenfalls sehr netten Leuten. Mit Herrn Brinck, einem Bahnbeamten, gehen wir zuweilen nachmittags oder abends aus. Er zeigt uns die Sehenswürdigkeiten der Stadt; mit ihm gehen wir auch auf die Tillyschanze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhaa7YQCak0/TwWm7ceJ4dI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cTWqyQJO3Tw/s1600/1918_12_20_hindenburg.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhaa7YQCak0/TwWm7ceJ4dI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cTWqyQJO3Tw/s320/1918_12_20_hindenburg.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning we follow the detachment via Elgershausen to Kassel. At the Castle Wilhelmshöhe our division parades in front of Hindenburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2012/01/zweifelhafte-elemente-in-marineuniform.html"&gt;Dubious elements in naval uniforms&lt;/a&gt; try to disturb the parade, but to no avail. Kassel is a very beautiful town. Wide steps lead up the terraces to the picturesquely situated castle. It is located high up in the Habicht forest, and the Herkules monument can be seen in the far distance. After the military spectacle has ended, we march on to Hannoversch Münden via Sandershausen, Landwehrhagen and Lutterberg. Here, we get billeted into single quarters, which in general accomodate everyone well. I get assigned to family Wilhelm Ludwig, Vogelsang 1093.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good life at my hosts, an older married couple (the husband works as a shoemaker in the town). I share a bedroom with the nephew. I have a nice bed for me alone, have all meals together with my hosts and not need to pick up food at our field canteen. Even a piano is available to my free use. Often I play together with the nephew, he plays the piano and I play the violin. Mr. and Mrs. Ludwig care for me very well. Hannoversch Münden is beautifully situated at the river junction of Fulda and Werra.&lt;br /&gt;At the junction, there is &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/der-alter-weserstein.html"&gt;the Weserstein [note: Stone of Weser] with the well-known inscription.&lt;/a&gt; The town has kept its medieval image well. It is not big; but feels at home within its walls. All the medieval frame houses show a magnificent sight.&lt;br /&gt;The surroundings of the town with its hills and forests are very lovely. Togehter with two comrades I get ordered to do service in the post office and to support the telephone and telegraph girls with their hard work. The girls are happy about the help and gladly do accept the support of Rudi, Bubi and Didi. We get introduced into all the details, sit at the phone cupboards, tranfser telegrams, pick up long distance calls, register fees for telegrams and phone calls, etc. I even receive morse telegrams.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we only were to do the nightly post service, but often we are also here at daytime. One of my comrades is accomodated in the first floor of the same house in Vogelsang, at the Brink, famliy, who are also very nice persons. Sometimes, we join Mr. Brink, a former railway employee, in the afternoons or evenings. He shows the town's sights to us; we also accompany him to the Tillyschanze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1141221678197271306?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1141221678197271306/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1141221678197271306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1141221678197271306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-dezember-1918.html' title='20. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucwtQza5u54/TupMbrNWJ4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/1hCpgN8CkAg/s72-c/1918_12_18_kassel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5542480820455069544</id><published>2011-12-19T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:57:00.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>... "ein richtiggehendes Judendorf"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Am &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-dezember-1918-19-dezember-1918.html"&gt;19.12.1918&lt;/a&gt; erwähnt Dieter zum zweiten mal, auf jüdisches Leben getroffen zu sein. Ist seine Beschreibung in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-november-1917.html"&gt;Wilna &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;(1.11.1917) ablehnend und negativ, so ist er jetzt in Hoof vermeindlich positiv, indem er die &lt;i&gt;"auffallend hübschen Mädchen, [...] die alle große Lust zum Tanzen haben"&lt;/i&gt; erwähnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eine hübschen Rebekka"&lt;/i&gt; nutzt die Damenwahl und hat das Privileg, Dieters erste Tanzpartnerin im Leben gewesen zu sein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eine Recherche im Internet ergab Erschreckendes in Hinblick auf das weitere Schicksal der jüdischen Bevölkerung in Hoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unter &lt;a href="http://www.alemannia-judaica.de/hoof_synagoge.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.alemannia-judaica.de/hoof_synagoge.htm&lt;/a&gt; findet sich eine ausführliche Beschreibung des Judentums in Hoof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demnach lebten 1933 noch etwa 120 jüdische Personen am Ort. In den folgenden Jahren ist ein Teil der jüdischen Gemeindeglieder auf Grund der zunehmenden Entrechtung und der Repressalien weggezogen, beziehungsweise ausgewandert (u.a. in die USA, Argentinien und in die Niederlande). Die Israelitische Volksschule wurde Anfang 1934 aufgelöst; gleichzeitig trat Lehrer Menko Schirling in den Ruhestand (gestorben 1936 und als einer der letzten im jüdischen Friedhof beigesetzt). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von den in Hoof geborenen und/oder längere Zeit am Ort wohnhaften jüdischen Personen sind in der NS-Zeit umgekommen (Angaben nach den Listen von &lt;a href="http://www.yadvashem.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Yad Vashem&lt;/a&gt;, Jerusalem und den Angaben des &lt;a href="http://www.bundesarchiv.de/gedenkbuch/directory.html" target="_blank"&gt;"Gedenkbuches - Opfer der Verfolgung der Juden unter der nationalsozialistischen Gewaltherrschaft in Deutschland 1933-1945"&lt;/a&gt;): &lt;br /&gt;Meta Minna Bachrach geb. Spier (1895), Mathilde Benedik geb. Heiser (1876), Bertha Benedik geb. Heiser(1885), Dina Blumenfeld geb. Heiser (1888), Franziska Bondi geb. Harsir (1899), Rebecka Cohen geb. Wallach (1880), Regina Eichenwald geb. Goldschmidt (1871), Felix J. Goldschmidt (1880), Johanna Goldschmidt geb. Rosenbach (1888), Siegbert Goldschmidt (1910), Siegmund Goldschmidt (1899), Julie Groß geb. Kaiser (1883), Berthold Gumpert (1902), Gustav Gumpert (1864), Irma Gumpert geb. Goldschmidt (1914), Josef Gumpert (1873), Meinhard Gumpert (1908), Moritz Gumpert (1902), Joseph Hattenbach (1877), Siegfried Hattenbach (1879), Louis Heiser (1882), Siegbert Heiser (1912), Theodor Heiser (1879), Dina Herz geb. Rosenbach (1880), Josef Kaiser (1869), Leo Kaiser (1909), Emma Kaschmann geb. Speier (1896), Johanna Levy geb. Gumpert (1878), Paula Lilienthal geb. Kaiser (1901), Selma Löb geb. Gumpert (1884), Emma Oberdorff geb. Mondschein (1861), Elfriede Petrakowski (1922), Jettchen Petrakowski geb. Rosenbach (1891), Feist Rosenbach (1856), Gusta Rosenbach (1890), Jettchen (Jetty) Rosenbach (1859), Lina Rosenbach geb. Rosenbach (1892), Max Rosenbach (1885), Toni Rosenbach (1889), Erna Rosenbaum geb. Wertheim (1907), Berta Rothschild geb. Hattenbach (1886), Agathe Schirling (1911), Brunhilde Speier (1922), Liselotte Speier (1924), Max Speier (1897), Olga Speier geb. Wertheim (1900), Selma Speier geb. Gumbert (1893), Simon Speier (1888), Hermine Stahl geb. Gumbert (1872), Jettchen Stern geb. Goldschmidt (1877), Gerda Wallach geb. Gumpert (1900), David Wertheim (1930), Johanna (Hanna) Wertheim geb. Kaiser (1905), Joseph Heinz Wertheim (1931), Ludwig Wertheim (1937), Ruth Wertheim (1935), Sally Wertheim (1933), Lina Westheimer geb. Rosenbach (1882).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Aus Breitenbach sind umgekommen: Ida Biermann geb. Levi (1912), Betty Felsenthal geb. Kugelmann (1875), Frieda Felsenthal geb. Kugelmann (1879), Isaak Heiser (1868), Isidor (Isaak) Heiser (1884), Ilse Jacob (1923), Sara Kaiser geb. Heiser (1880), Selma Katz geb. Levi (1888), Jenny Levi geb. Wertheim (1897), Settchen Löwenstern geb. Japhet (1850), Hans Louis Reuter (1883), Friedel Roth (1913), Meta Martha Stern geb. Heiser (1880), Herbert Wertheim (1912), Hermann Wertheim (1872), Hilda Wolff geb. Heiser (1876).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hinweis: die Liste zu Breitenbach kann Fehler enthalten, da es ständig zu Verwechslungen mit Breitenbach am Herzberg kommt. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;"... a real Jew's village"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-dezember-1918-19-dezember-1918.html"&gt;December 19th, 1918,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; Dieter mentions for the second time to have met jews. While his descriptions in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-november-1917.html" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Wilna&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;(Nov 1st, 1917), is rather negative and rejecting, in Hoof now his opinion is positive, mentioning the "many beautiful girls who all are eager to dance".&lt;br /&gt;"A lovely Rebekka" takes the chance of the ladies' choice and has the priviledge to be the first dancing partner in Dieter's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An internet research reveals terrifying facts concerning the fate of the jewish citicens of Hoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alemannia-judaica.de/hoof_synagoge.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.alemannia-judaica.de/hoof_synagoge.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;, a detailed description of jewish life in Hoof can be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to it, 1933 120 jewish persons lived in the village. Throughout the following years, due to the increasing reprisals a portion of the jewish community members left or emigrated (e.g. to the USA, Agentine or Netherlands). The jewish elementary school was closed beginning of 1934; the same time teacher Menko Schirling retired (he died in 1936 and was one of the last persons to be buried on the jewish cementary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all jewish persons that were born in Hoof or have lived there for a significant length of time, the following died throughout the time of the National Socialist Tyranny (the list was received from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yadvashem.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Yad Vashem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;, Jerusalem and from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bundesarchiv.de/gedenkbuch/directory.html" style="color: #660000;" target="_blank"&gt;Bundesarchiv/National Archive, Memorial Book - Victims of the Persecution of Jews under the National Socialist Tyranny in Germany 1933 - 1945)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Meta Minna Bachrach née Spier (1895), Mathilde Benedik née Heiser (1876), Bertha Benedik née Heiser(1885), Dina Blumenfeld née Heiser (1888), Franziska Bondi née Harsir (1899), Rebecka Cohen née Wallach (1880), Regina Eichenwald née Goldschmidt (1871), Felix J. Goldschmidt (1880), Johanna Goldschmidt née Rosenbach (1888), Siegbert Goldschmidt (1910), Siegmund Goldschmidt (1899), Julie Groß née Kaiser (1883), Berthold Gumpert (1902), Gustav Gumpert (1864), Irma Gumpert née Goldschmidt (1914), Josef Gumpert (1873), Meinhard Gumpert (1908), Moritz Gumpert (1902), Joseph Hattenbach (1877), Siegfried Hattenbach (1879), Louis Heiser (1882), Siegbert Heiser (1912), Theodor Heiser (1879), Dina Herz née Rosenbach (1880), Josef Kaiser (1869), Leo Kaiser (1909), Emma Kaschmann née Speier (1896), Johanna Levy née Gumpert (1878), Paula Lilienthal née Kaiser (1901), Selma Löb née Gumpert (1884), Emma Oberdorff née Mondschein (1861), Elfriede Petrakowski (1922), Jettchen Petrakowski née Rosenbach (1891), Feist Rosenbach (1856), Gusta Rosenbach (1890), Jettchen (Jetty) Rosenbach (1859), Lina Rosenbach née Rosenbach (1892), Max Rosenbach (1885), Toni Rosenbach (1889), Erna Rosenbaum née Wertheim (1907), Berta Rothschild née Hattenbach (1886), Agathe Schirling (1911), Brunhilde Speier (1922), Liselotte Speier (1924), Max Speier (1897), Olga Speier née Wertheim (1900), Selma Speier née Gumbert (1893), Simon Speier (1888), Hermine Stahl née Gumbert (1872), Jettchen Stern née Goldschmidt (1877), Gerda Wallach née Gumpert (1900), David Wertheim (1930), Johanna (Hanna) Wertheim née Kaiser (1905), Joseph Heinz Wertheim (1931), Ludwig Wertheim (1937), Ruth Wertheim (1935), Sally Wertheim (1933), Lina Westheimer née Rosenbach (1882).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Victims born in Breitenbach were: Ida Biermann née Levi (1912), Betty Felsenthal née Kugelmann (1875), Frieda Felsenthal née Kugelmann (1879), Isaak Heiser (1868), Isidor (Isaak) Heiser (1884), Ilse Jacob (1923), Sara Kaiser née Heiser (1880), Selma Katz née Levi (1888), Jenny Levi née Wertheim (1897), Settchen Löwenstern née Japhet (1850), Hans Louis Reuter (1883), Friedel Roth (1913), Meta Martha Stern née Heiser (1880), Herbert Wertheim (1912), Hermann Wertheim (1872), Hilda Wolff née Heiser (1876).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Note: The Breitenbach list might contain mistakes, since it sometimes get confused with Breitenbach am Herzberg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5542480820455069544?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5542480820455069544/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/ein-richtiggehendes-judendorf.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5542480820455069544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5542480820455069544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/ein-richtiggehendes-judendorf.html' title='... &quot;ein richtiggehendes Judendorf&quot;'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6831655176133593070</id><published>2011-12-18T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:58:05.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>18. Dezember 1918, 19. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;2 Ruhetage. Mit meinem Quartier bin ich sehr zufrieden. Ich habe hier volle und gute Verpflegung.&lt;br /&gt;Hoof ist ein &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/ein-richtiggehendes-judendorf.html"&gt;richtiggehendes Judendorf&lt;/a&gt;, wie es deren viele in Hessen gibt. Auffallend sind die vielen hübschen Mädchen, die alle große Lust zum Tanzen haben. An beiden Abenden veranstaltet unsere Einheit ein Tanzvergnügen im Wirtshaus. Hier betrete ich zum erstenmal in meinem Leben einen Tanzboden, noch dazu gegen meinen Willen. Eine hübsche Rebekka, die ich schon vorher kennengelernt hatte, weiß mich bei Damenwahl in dem bunten Gedränge zu erhaschen und auf den Tanzboden zu ziehen. So musste ich doch tanzen! Aber ein Bär hätte bestimmt besser getanzt. Sonst gefällt es uns im Dorf ausgezeichnet. Wir haben eine gute Station, auf der wir uns den Dienst umgehen lassen. Wenn kein Betrieb ist, unterhalten wir uns telefonisch mit den Postmädeln in den Nachbarorten.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two days of rest. I am very satisfied with my accomodation. I have complete and good provisions here. &lt;br /&gt;Hoof is a &lt;a href="http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/ein-richtiggehendes-judendorf.html"&gt;real Jews village&lt;/a&gt;, like so many others here in the Hessen area. Noticably are the many beautiful girls who all are earger to dance. Both evenings, our unit invites to a dancing evening at the local inn. Here, I set foot on the dancing floor for the first time in my life, and this even against my will. A lovely Rebekka, who I aleady got to know before, managed to catch me at the ladies' choice and drag me to the dancing floor. So I finally had to dance! But even a bear surely would have done better. Apart from that, we like the village a lot. We have set up our post, for which we do the service in turns. When there is no service, we talk to the post-girls [note: young girls working for the post service] in the surrounding villages via telephone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6831655176133593070?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6831655176133593070/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-dezember-1918-19-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6831655176133593070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6831655176133593070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-dezember-1918-19-dezember-1918.html' title='18. Dezember 1918, 19. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-839837835635282937</id><published>2011-12-17T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:48:38.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>17. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVrkGGOaUdo/Tuo_LdMtQjI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9Z0f93vOvz0/s1600/1918_12_17_hoof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVrkGGOaUdo/Tuo_LdMtQjI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9Z0f93vOvz0/s320/1918_12_17_hoof.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mit dem Vorkommando rücken wir ab über Elberberg, Merxhausen, Sand, Breitenbach nach Hoof. &lt;br /&gt;Ich komme zu einer Bäckersfrau ins Quartier und habe es hier sehr gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the advance guard we move off via Elberberg, Merxhausen, Sand, breitenbach to Hoof.&lt;br /&gt;I take quarters at a baker's wife and get cared for very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-839837835635282937?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/839837835635282937/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/17-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/839837835635282937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/839837835635282937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/17-dezember-1918.html' title='17. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVrkGGOaUdo/Tuo_LdMtQjI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9Z0f93vOvz0/s72-c/1918_12_17_hoof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-233020837679231210</id><published>2011-12-16T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:52:10.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>16. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ovcawpgm0/Tuo-j4cSx2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/dF4r8aGeFYE/s1600/1918_12_16_altendorf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ovcawpgm0/Tuo-j4cSx2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/dF4r8aGeFYE/s320/1918_12_16_altendorf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Als Nachkommando rücken wir der Abteilung nach über Netze, Naumburg, Elben nach Altendorf. Hier kommen wir zu einer Bauersfrau in ein gutes Quartier und erhalten eine sehr gute Bewirtung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We follow the detachment as the rear guard via NEtze, Naumburg, Elben to Altendorf. Here we get accomodated at a farmer's wife and receive a very good hospitality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-233020837679231210?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/233020837679231210/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/16-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/233020837679231210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/233020837679231210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/16-dezember-1918.html' title='16. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ovcawpgm0/Tuo-j4cSx2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/dF4r8aGeFYE/s72-c/1918_12_16_altendorf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6212533255813192556</id><published>2011-12-15T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:14:34.884+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>15. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Es ist Ruhetag. Wir genießen den schönen Blick vom Schloß auf das Edertal, den See und die Talsperre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is a rest day. We enjoy the beautiful views from the castle down over the valley, the lake and the large dam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6212533255813192556?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6212533255813192556/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/15-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6212533255813192556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6212533255813192556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/15-dezember-1918.html' title='15. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5929010085849123526</id><published>2011-12-14T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:16:27.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>14. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3vZD1HVHPI/TtfSWViLc2I/AAAAAAAAA8I/tngEw3287bA/s1600/1918_12_14_waldeck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3vZD1HVHPI/TtfSWViLc2I/AAAAAAAAA8I/tngEw3287bA/s320/1918_12_14_waldeck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wir rücken mit dem Vorkommando ab über Vöhl und Basdorf und marschieren an der ganzen Edertalsperre entlang. Die Landschaft ist einzigartig und wir genießen den wunderbaren Blick auf den Edersee. Er faßt 202,4 Millionen cbm [Kubikmeter] Wasser. Die Ruine einer Kirche schaut aus dem See heraus. Rings um die Talsperre erstrecken sich waldige Höhen. Vor uns liegt die Sperrenmauer, die über 37m hoch ist und eine gewaltige Dicke hat. Hinter der Mauer sind die Maschinenhäuser, die Waldeck und die gesamte Umgegend mit elektrischem Strom versorgen. 1913 wurde die Sperrmauer vollendet. Wir kommen durch den kleinen Ort Waldeck und gehen dann mit unserem Trupp auf &lt;a href="http://www.schloss-hotel-waldeck.de/" target="_blank"&gt;Schloß Waldeck&lt;/a&gt; hinauf. Hier richten wir in einem großen Sale unsere Station ein. Schloß Waldeck ist ein schöne alte Burg, die zu besichtigen sich wirklich lohnt. &lt;a href="http://www.hr-online.de/website/wetter/home/index.jsp?rubrik=30360&amp;amp;cam=1&amp;amp;display=full" target="_blank"&gt;Der Ausblick vom Schloß ist herrlich. Man sieht über den ganzen Edersee und erblickt malerische Höhen und schmucke Dörfchen.&lt;/a&gt; In das im Schloß ausliegende Fremdenbuch haben wir uns natürlich eintragen müssen.&lt;br /&gt;Unser Quartier haben wir im Ort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We depart together with the advance guard via Vöhl and Basdorf and march all along the Eder lake. The landscape is absolutely unique and we enjoy the wonderful views over the lake. It holds 202,4 million cubic metres of water. The ruins of a church rise above the water. Hills and forests are rolling all around the Eder lake. In front of us we see the wall of the dam, which is more than 37 metres high and has an enormous thickness. Behind the wall are the electric generators that provide electricity to Waldeck and the surrounding area. The dam has been completed in 1913. Our platoon passes through the little village of Waldeck and then climbs up to the castle Waldeck (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schloss-hotel-waldeck.de/" target="_blank"&gt;Schloß Waldeck&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;. Here, we set up our post in a large hall. Castle Waldeck is a beautiful old fortress, which is well worth paying a visit to. &lt;a href="http://www.hr-online.de/website/wetter/home/index.jsp?rubrik=30360&amp;amp;cam=1&amp;amp;display=full" target="_blank"&gt;The view from the castle is wonderful. One can see the whole lake Eder and sees picturesque hills and neat little villages&lt;/a&gt;. Of course we had to sign the castle's guest book.&lt;br /&gt;We are accomodated in the village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5929010085849123526?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5929010085849123526/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/14-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5929010085849123526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5929010085849123526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/14-dezember-1918.html' title='14. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3vZD1HVHPI/TtfSWViLc2I/AAAAAAAAA8I/tngEw3287bA/s72-c/1918_12_14_waldeck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1446269839336011210</id><published>2011-12-13T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:07:30.034+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>13. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-hr1rvdoaw/TtfSDHMv0SI/AAAAAAAAA74/O-5GbnWZuVo/s1600/1918_12_13_frankenberg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-hr1rvdoaw/TtfSDHMv0SI/AAAAAAAAA74/O-5GbnWZuVo/s320/1918_12_13_frankenberg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wir marschieren als Nachkommando über&amp;nbsp; Rennertehausen, Röddenau nach Frankenberg. &lt;br /&gt;Von hier aus fahre ich mit der Bahn über Schreufa, Viemünden, Ederbringhausen, Schmidtlotheim nach Herzhausen. Hier nimmt die Edertalsperre, die größte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[es fehlt der Rest des Satzes. Vermutlich geht der Satz weiter mit: Talsperre Deutschland ihren Anfang.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2H-S4SzDDo/TtfSKIcAIZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tB2WNj5889s/s1600/1918_12_13_edertalsperre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2H-S4SzDDo/TtfSKIcAIZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tB2WNj5889s/s320/1918_12_13_edertalsperre.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We march on as the rear guard via Rennertehausen and Röddenau to Frankenberg.&lt;br /&gt;From here, I take a train via Schreufa, Viemünden, Ederbringhausen, Schmidtlotheim to Herzhausen. Here, the large dam on the river Eder, the largest dam in [here, some text is missing; probably: "Germany, begins"]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1446269839336011210?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1446269839336011210/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/13-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1446269839336011210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1446269839336011210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/13-dezember-1918.html' title='13. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-hr1rvdoaw/TtfSDHMv0SI/AAAAAAAAA74/O-5GbnWZuVo/s72-c/1918_12_13_frankenberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-152046957889612252</id><published>2011-12-12T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:05:54.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>12. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ruhetag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A day of rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-152046957889612252?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/152046957889612252/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/152046957889612252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/152046957889612252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-dezember-1918.html' title='12. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3667217666357949378</id><published>2011-12-11T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:01:34.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>11. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIIsmNJqTTw/TtfQ8Wnd83I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Z6Pr9TkqgQg/s1600/1918_12_11_allendorf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIIsmNJqTTw/TtfQ8Wnd83I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Z6Pr9TkqgQg/s320/1918_12_11_allendorf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Frühmorgens&amp;nbsp; rücken wir als Vorkommando ab über Hatzfeld, Holzhausen, Laisa, Battenberg, Battenfeld nach Allendorf. Hier kommen wir an die Eder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early in the morning we depart as the advance guard via Hatzfeld, Holzhausen, Laisa, Battenberg, Battenfeld to Allendorf. Here, we reach the river Eder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3667217666357949378?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3667217666357949378/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/11-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3667217666357949378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3667217666357949378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/11-dezember-1918.html' title='11. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIIsmNJqTTw/TtfQ8Wnd83I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Z6Pr9TkqgQg/s72-c/1918_12_11_allendorf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-2577513832410557065</id><published>2011-12-10T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:27:37.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>10. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Als Nachkommando rücken wir der Abteilung nach über Arfeld nach Schwarzenau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We follow the detachment via Arfeld to Schwarzenau as a rear guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-2577513832410557065?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2577513832410557065/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/10-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2577513832410557065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2577513832410557065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/10-dezember-1918.html' title='10. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4368991802712447099</id><published>2011-12-09T17:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:31:12.262+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Über das Rothaargebirge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AraNCJQds8I/TuIsCEeubBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/hOnXUloulXo/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AraNCJQds8I/TuIsCEeubBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/hOnXUloulXo/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dieters Beschreibung läßt wenig von den Strapazen erahnen, die es bedeutet haben muss, mit einer Infanteriedivision über einen Gebirgszug zu marschieren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Im Tal der Sieg marschierte das Regiment im Verbande der Division weiter. Am 6. Dezember war es in Weidenau bei Siegen, dann überschritt es das Rothaar-Gebirge. Durch diesen Marsch wurden die Pferde der Gefechtsbagage aufs Äußerste erschöpft. Einige mussten erschossen werden, andere wurden billig verkauft oder einfach zurückgelassen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dieter's descriptions only show a little of the exertions it must have taken to march an infantry division across a mountain range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the valley of the river Sieg, the regiment marched on within the divisional formation. On december 6th, the regiment reached Weidenau near Siegen, then crossed the Rothaar mountains. This march exhausted the horses of the baggage to a maximum. Some had to be shot, others were cheaply sold or simply left behind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4368991802712447099?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4368991802712447099/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/uber-das-rothaargebirge.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4368991802712447099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4368991802712447099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/uber-das-rothaargebirge.html' title='Über das Rothaargebirge'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AraNCJQds8I/TuIsCEeubBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/hOnXUloulXo/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-813882586559463763</id><published>2011-12-09T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:29:46.981+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>09. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ruhetag für unsere Marschtruppe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A day of rest for our marching troops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-813882586559463763?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/813882586559463763/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/09-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/813882586559463763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/813882586559463763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/09-dezember-1918.html' title='09. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-155955143537927886</id><published>2011-12-08T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:31:48.652+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>08. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hASKRcDk3dA/TtfQvic9oTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9qkbjd6n6S4/s1600/1918_12_08_dotzlar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hASKRcDk3dA/TtfQvic9oTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9qkbjd6n6S4/s320/1918_12_08_dotzlar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Unser Trupp rückt morgens alleine ab über Rüppershausen, Feudingen, Bermershausen, Sassmannshausen, Holzhausen, Leimstrut, Weidenhausen, Raumland nach &lt;a href="http://www.dotzlar.de/bilder.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dotzlar&lt;/a&gt;. Immer wieder erfreuen wir uns an der schönen Gebirgslandschaft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our platoon leaves in the morning as an advance guard via Rüppershausen, Feudingen, Bermershausen, Sassmannshausen, Holzhausen, Leimstrut, Weidenhausen, Raumland to &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotzlar.de/bilder.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dotzlar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Again and again we rejoice the great mountaineous landscape surrounding us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-155955143537927886?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/155955143537927886/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/08-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/155955143537927886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/155955143537927886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/08-dezember-1918.html' title='08. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hASKRcDk3dA/TtfQvic9oTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9qkbjd6n6S4/s72-c/1918_12_08_dotzlar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4377977764971395234</id><published>2011-12-07T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:29:22.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>07. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nach dem Kaffeetrinken verabschieden wir uns von unseren Gastgebern und rücken unserer Abteilung nach über Eschenbach, Afholderbach, Lützel, Erndtebrück, Rüppershausen nach Oberndorf. Unser Weg führt uns dauernd durch landschaftlich wunderhübsche Gegenden des Rothaargebirges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the morning coffee we say goodbye to our hosts and march off with the detachment via Eschenbach, Afholderbach, Lützel, Erndtebrück and Rüppershausen to Oberndorf. Our route continuously leads us through the beautiful landscapes of the Rothaar mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4377977764971395234?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4377977764971395234/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/07-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4377977764971395234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4377977764971395234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/07-dezember-1918.html' title='07. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4555772564573974953</id><published>2011-12-06T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:37:34.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>06. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens als Vorkommando Abmarsch über Weidenau, Nieder-Netphen nach Ober-Netphen. Dort richten wir unsere Station ein. Mit der Unterkunft haben wir es wieder einmal gut getroffen. Wir werden bei drei alten Damen einquartiert, die es mit dem Tischgebet sehr ernst nehmen, uns aber ein anständiges Abendessen geben. Sie vertrauen uns so sehr, daß sie uns sogar alle ihre Briefe und Photographien zeigen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unViFcJrEjo/TtfQdf2biII/AAAAAAAAA7g/u_Hv7aYoUEQ/s1600/1918_12_06_netphen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-unViFcJrEjo/TtfQdf2biII/AAAAAAAAA7g/u_Hv7aYoUEQ/s320/1918_12_06_netphen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning departure as an advance guard via Weidenau and Nieder-Netphen to Ober-Netphen. There, we set up the communication station . Again we were lucky with our billets. We get accommodated to three old ladies, who take the grace very seriously, but offer us a good dinner. They trust us so much that they even show all their letters and photographs to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4555772564573974953?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4555772564573974953/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/06-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4555772564573974953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4555772564573974953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/06-dezember-1918.html' title='06. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5013045873129877468</id><published>2011-12-05T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:32:43.901+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>05 Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Es ist Ruhetag für uns. Wir machen ein wenig Dienst auf der Station uns sehen uns den Ort an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is a rest day for us. We do a little service at the station and take a tour through the village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5013045873129877468?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5013045873129877468/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/05-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5013045873129877468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5013045873129877468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/05-dezember-1918.html' title='05 Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-267640690020023206</id><published>2011-12-04T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:00:01.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>04. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaXIKW5ZzuI/TtfQLKr-GRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zFikeqDCIKA/s1600/1918_12_03_roemershagen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaXIKW5ZzuI/TtfQLKr-GRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zFikeqDCIKA/s320/1918_12_03_roemershagen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mit der Abeilung marschieren wir ab von Römershagen über Hünsborn, Linde, Niederholzklau, Langenholdingshausen, Birkenbach, Klafeld nach Geisweid. Wir sind jetzt im Siegerland. Die beiden letztgenannten Ortschaften sind Industrieorte und gewissermaßen schon Vorstädte von Siegen. Überall ist Eisenindustrie Ich komme mit zwei Kameraden zu einem jungen Lehrer ins Quartier, der auch noch nicht zu lange zu&amp;nbsp; Hause ist. Er und seine Frau sind äußerst freundlich zu uns. Uns werden sogar wieder gute Betten zur Verfügung gestellt. Übermorgen will der Lehrer mit seiner Frau nach Kassel, um seinen Schuldienst wieder anzutreten. Beider laden uns herzlich ein, falls wir auf unserem Weitermarsch nach Kassel kommen sollten, sie dort zu besuchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-267640690020023206?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/267640690020023206/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/04-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/267640690020023206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/267640690020023206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/04-dezember-1918.html' title='04. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaXIKW5ZzuI/TtfQLKr-GRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zFikeqDCIKA/s72-c/1918_12_03_roemershagen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3989543534968787221</id><published>2011-12-02T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:52:11.178+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>02. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTgZjw_dzIY/TtfOYXCwLzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PIPydStOIRw/s1600/1918_12_01_merten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTgZjw_dzIY/TtfOYXCwLzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PIPydStOIRw/s320/1918_12_01_merten.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGmByekY9qw/TtfPE51BnwI/AAAAAAAAA7I/EFpRUGoFb4s/s1600/1918_12_02_dattenfeld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens rücken wir der Abteilung nach über Bach, Happach, Harmonie, Eitorf, Halfterfähre, Alzenbach, Stromberg, Herchen, Hoppengarten, Wilberhoven nach Dattenfeld. Hier ziehen wir wieder ins Privatquartier, diesmal jedoch zu recht armen Leuten. Am Abend veranstaltet unsere Abteilung einen Ball im Dorfe. Sehr viele hübsche Mädchen sind auf dem Tanzboden. Ich getraue mich aber noch nicht mitzutanzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning, we follow the detachment via Bach, Happach, Harmonie, Eitorf, Halfterfähre, Alzenbach, Stromberg, Herchen, Hoppengarten, Wilberhoven to Dattenfeld. He again we find private quarters, but this time in a quite poor people's place. In the evening, the detachment organizes a dancing evening in the village. Many beautiful girls are on the dancing floor. But I do not yet dare to participate in dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3989543534968787221?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3989543534968787221/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/02-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3989543534968787221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3989543534968787221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/02-dezember-1918.html' title='02. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTgZjw_dzIY/TtfOYXCwLzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PIPydStOIRw/s72-c/1918_12_01_merten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6689085526018991537</id><published>2011-12-01T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:53:15.302+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>01. Dezember 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wir rücken mit der Abteilung ab aus Rauschendorf und marschieren über Oelinghoven, Höhnerhof, Bellinghausen, Oberpleis, Herresbach, Sanderscheid, Sand, Dahlenhausen, Uckerath, Büllesbach, Süchterscheid,&amp;nbsp; Oberscheid, Mittelscheid nach Merten. Hier haben wir das Glück, zu netten Leuten ins Privatquartier zu kommen. Unsere Station wird in einem alten Kloster in der Nähe untergebracht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We depart together with the detachment from Rauschendorf and march via Oelinghoven, Höhnerhof, Bellinghausen, Oberpleis, Herresbach, Sanderscheid, Sand, Dahlenhausen, Uckerath, Büllesbach, Süchterscheid, Oberscheid and Mittelscheid to Merten. Here, we are lucky and find quarters in a privat home with nice people. Our station is set up in an old monastry nearby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6689085526018991537?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6689085526018991537/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/01-dezember-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6689085526018991537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6689085526018991537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/12/01-dezember-1918.html' title='01. Dezember 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3809025326012797281</id><published>2011-11-30T17:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:08:06.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Das Regiment in Bonn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6MJq3dNMUA/TsqimPFliAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-chOnJ5K9I8/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6MJq3dNMUA/TsqimPFliAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-chOnJ5K9I8/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;In der Regimentschronik wird Bonn als sehr gastfreundlich beschrieben, offensichtlich haben Dieter und seine Kameraden etwas Pech gehabt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Am 29. November stiegen die Kolonnen des Regiments ins Rheintal hinab. Bonn wurde erreicht. Die Aufnahme hier war überaus herzlich und wohltuend. Am folgenden Morgen, 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Uhr Marsch über den Rhein. Vor der Brücke hielt der Divisionskommandeur Freihr. von &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIFa2rWbwQ/TsqmNGq5ooI/AAAAAAAAA64/EncSv5BF9mo/s1600/1918_11_30.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIFa2rWbwQ/TsqmNGq5ooI/AAAAAAAAA64/EncSv5BF9mo/s320/1918_11_30.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zeitgenössische Postkarte um 1915&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Wassenbach. Die ganze Division marschierte in musterhafter Ordnung an ihm vorüber. Die Bonner Zeitungen berichteten von dem guten Eindruck, den die 18. auf die Bürger gemacht hätte. Dann rauschte der deutsche Strom unter den Füßen der 86er. Von rechts grüßte das eherne Standbild Ernst Moritz Arndts herüber, auf dessen Sockel zu lesen stand: „Der Rhein, Deutschlands Strom, nicht Deutschlands Grenze!“ Aber die „Wacht am Rhein“, einst so stolz und siegeszuversichtlich gesungen, wollte nicht über die Lippen, Scham und Schmerz verschlossen den Mund. Wußte man doch, daß man in wenigen Tagen dieses teure Land der Gnade eines übermütigen Siegers überlassen musste.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The regimental chronicles describe Bonn as very hospitable, obviously Dieter and his comrades just had a little bad luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;On November 29th, the columns of the regiment descended down into the Rhine valley. Bonn was reached. The reception here was overly cordial and pleasant. The following morning 10:00 a.m., march across the Rhine. In front of the bridge, the divisional commander Freiherr von Wassenbach stopped. The whole division passed him by in an exemplary formation. Bonn's newspapers reported the good impression the 18th had made on the local population. Then the german stream swooshed beneath the 86er's feet. From the right, the iron statue of Ernst Moritz Arndt greeted us, with an inscription on his base: "The Rhine, Germanys river, not Germanys frontier!". But the rhyme "Wacht am Rhein", that once had been sung so eagerly and confidently, did not want to come across our lips, they were closed from all the pain and shame. We knew that this precious country in a few days had to be left to the mercy of an arrogant victor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; Il diario di Reggimento descrive Bonn come una città molto ospitale, comunque Dieter e i suoi camerati hanno avuto anche una piccola disavventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;il 29 novembre le colonne del Reggimentono scendono nella valle del Reno. Raggiungiamo Bonn. L'accoglienza fu molto cordiale e piacevole. Il mattino dopo, alle 10..00, in marcia attraversando il Reno. Di fronte al ponte, il Comandante la Divisione Freiherr von Wassenbach si fermò. L'intera Divisione marciò davanti a lui in formazione esemplare. I giornali di Bonn riportarono l'ottima impressione che la 18^ Div. aveva fatto alla popolazione locale. Laa corrente del fiume tedesco frusciava sotto i piedi dell'86°. Sulla destra, La statua in ferro di Ernst Moritz Arndt ci salutava, con un'iscrizione alla base:" Il Reno, fiume tedesco, non frontiera tedesca!" . Ma la rima "Wacht am Rhein", che una volta avevamo cantato con ardore e con baldanza, non riusciva ad arrivare alle nostre labbra, esse erano chiuse per il dolore e la vergogna. Sapevamo che che il nostro prezioso paese in pochi giorni sarebbe stato alla mercé di un arrogante vincitore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3809025326012797281?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3809025326012797281/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-regiment-in-bonn.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3809025326012797281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3809025326012797281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-regiment-in-bonn.html' title='Das Regiment in Bonn'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6MJq3dNMUA/TsqimPFliAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-chOnJ5K9I8/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4712019435620093727</id><published>2011-11-30T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:05:18.802+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>30. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8crjjmFOQTo/TslzmmUrj4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/sSg31_FKcWE/s1600/1918_11_30_rauschendorf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8crjjmFOQTo/TslzmmUrj4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/sSg31_FKcWE/s320/1918_11_30_rauschendorf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Als Nachkommando rücken wir der Abteilung nach. Wir schließen uns unserer Division an, die sich vor der Rheinbrücke aufgestellt hat. Darauf hält der Divisionskommandeur den Vorbeimarsch der gesamten Division an der Brücke ab. Von der Bonner Bevölkerung werden wir auf unserem Zuge durch die Strassen der Stadt freundlichst begrüßt und mit Blumen, Zigarren, Zigaretten und Bonbons beschenkt. Der Vorbeimarsch führt uns über Beul, Pütschen nach Stieldorf. Dieser Ort war uns als Tagesziel bestimmt worden; doch die Division zieht weiter, und wir kommen nach Rauschdorf. Hier gehen wir in einer kalten Schulstube ins Quartier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a rear guard, we follow the detachment. We then rejoin our Divison that has taken formation in front of the Rhine bridge. Now the divisional commander receives the parade of the whole divison across the bridge. The population of Bonn greets us very heartly on our march through the city streets and presents us with flowers, cigars, cigarettes and candy. The parade leads us via Beul, Pütschen to Stieldorf. This city was set as our goal for today; but the division moves on and we come to Rauschdorf. Here, we take quarters in a cold school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Noi seguiamo il reggimento come retroguardia. Ci riuniamo alla Divisione che sta in formazione davanti al ponte sul Reno. Ora il Comandante di Divisione passa in rassegna l'intera Divisione che attraversa il ponte. La popolazione di Bonn ci saluta con calore durante la nostra marcia nelle strade cittadine e ci offre fiori, sigari, sigarette e dolci. La parata prosegue via Beul, Pütschen verso Stieldorf. Questa città doveva essere la nostra meta per oggi; invece la divisione continua la marcia ed arriviamo a Rauschdorf. Qui ci sistemiamo in un freddo edificio scolastico.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4712019435620093727?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4712019435620093727/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4712019435620093727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4712019435620093727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-november-1918.html' title='30. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8crjjmFOQTo/TslzmmUrj4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/sSg31_FKcWE/s72-c/1918_11_30_rauschendorf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5177827096772434699</id><published>2011-11-29T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:04:29.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>29. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wir siedeln nach Bonn über. Bonn ist vor allem eine Villenstadt wie es scheint, eine Stadt für wohlhabende Leute. Mit zwei Kameraden wird mir ein Quartier in der &lt;b&gt;Weberstrasse 90&lt;/b&gt; bei einer Offiziersfrau zugewiesen. Der Mann und der Sohn sind beide Offiziere. Man weist uns in eine Dachstube, in die man 3 Strohsäcke gelegt hat. Die Möbel sind zum Teil entfernt; aus den noch vorhandenen hat man die Schubladen herausgezogen. Höchstwahrscheinlich hatte die Frau Angst, daß wir die Schubladen stehlen könnten. Den Tisch hat man hochgestellt, damit wir ihn nicht beschmutzen können. An Waschgelegenheit hat man überhaupt nicht gedacht; eine solche müssen wir uns selbst ausfindig machen.&lt;br /&gt;Am Abend schickt man uns das Dienstmädchen mit einer Tasse Kaffee und einer dünnen Marmeladenstulle für jeden. Nach Meinung dieser Offiziersfrau haben deutsche Soldaten, die auch für sie jahrelang die Heimat verteidigt haben, keine bessere Behandlung verdient.&lt;br /&gt;Da sind wir bei einfachen Bürgersleuten doch besser bislang aufgehoben gewesen! – einer von den Kameraden kann es sich nicht verkneifen, das Verhalten dieser deutschen Frau in einer Bonner Zeitung öffentlich anzuprangern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Das Haus in der Weberstrasse heute/ The house today/ &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;La casa oggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="400" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://maps.google.de/maps?q=Weberstra%C3%9Fe+90,+Bonn&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;sll=50.726400,7.103130&amp;amp;cbp=13,316.48,,0,-21.74&amp;amp;cbll=50.726285,7.103322&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Weberstra%C3%9Fe+90,+Bonn+53113+Bonn,+Nordrhein-Westfalen&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;panoid=xL59OEI0ST_W0l3aQS5W_g&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;ll=50.720047,7.103348&amp;amp;spn=0.021736,0.051498&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=svembed" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.de/maps?q=Weberstra%C3%9Fe+90,+Bonn&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;sll=50.726400,7.103130&amp;amp;cbp=13,316.48,,0,-21.74&amp;amp;cbll=50.726285,7.103322&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Weberstra%C3%9Fe+90,+Bonn+53113+Bonn,+Nordrhein-Westfalen&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;panoid=xL59OEI0ST_W0l3aQS5W_g&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;ll=50.720047,7.103348&amp;amp;spn=0.021736,0.051498&amp;amp;z=14" style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;Größere Kartenansicht&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We relocate to Bonn. Above all Bonn seems to be a vity of villas and mansions, a city for wealthy people. Together with two comrades, I get assigned quarters in &lt;b&gt;Weberstrasse 90&lt;/b&gt; at an officer's wife. Both husband and son are officers. We are placed in a garret which has been prepared with three straw mattresses. The furniture has partly been removed; from the existing pieces the drawers have been removed. Probably the woman was afraid we could steal the drawers. The table has been put aside so we are prevented from muddying it. A washing opportunity has not been thought of at all, so we have to care for it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, the house maid is sent up to us with a cup of coffee and a slim piece of bread with jam. In the opinion of this officer's wife, the german soldiers that for years defended the homeland also for her, do not deserve a better treatment.&lt;br /&gt;The simple population treated us in a much better way! - One of the comrades can not deny himself but to decry this in a local newspaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Ci trasferiamo a Bonn. Prima di tutto Bonn sembra una città di ville e case signorili., una città per gente ricca. Io e due camerati siamo assegnati a prendere sistemazione in &lt;b&gt;Weberstrasse, nr. 90&lt;/b&gt;, presso la moglie di un ufficiale.. Sia il marito che il figlio sono ufficiali. Ci sistemano in una soffitta approntata con tre materassi di paglia. I mobili sono stati parzialmente rimossi; sono stati tolti i cassetti. Forse la donna temeva che potessimo rubare. La tavola è stata spostata di lato per evitare di sporcarla di fango. Non hanno previsto per noi un modo per lavarci, perciò ci dobbiamo arrangiare.&lt;br /&gt;La sera ci mandano una cameriera con una tazza di caffè e una sottile fetta di pane con prosciutto. Secondo la moglie di questo ufficiale, soldati tedeschi che per anni hanno difeso la patria, anche per lei, non meritano un trattamento migliore.&lt;br /&gt;La gente semplice ci trattò molto meglio! Uno dei camerati non esitò a denuciare i fatto su un giornale locale.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5177827096772434699?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5177827096772434699/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/29-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5177827096772434699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5177827096772434699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/29-november-1918.html' title='29. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3936111453199640964</id><published>2011-11-28T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:02:43.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>28. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wir bleiben den ganzen Tag in unserem Quartier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rest all day in our billets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Tutto il giorno restiamo nel nostro alloggio.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3936111453199640964?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3936111453199640964/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/28-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3936111453199640964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3936111453199640964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/28-november-1918.html' title='28. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3814396945317882402</id><published>2011-11-27T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:01:43.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>27. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Es soll eigentlich Ruhetag für uns sein. Vor allem müssen die Pferde notwendig geschont werden. – Wir rücken der Abteilung nach über Palmersheim, Odendorf, Ober-Drees nach Mohrenhoven. Hier essen wir und ziehen dann wegen eines schlechten Quartiers mit unserem Trupp weiter über Buschhoven, Impekoven, Duisdorf nach Poppelsdorf, einer Vorstadt von Bonn. Zusammen mit 2 Kameraden beziehe ich Quartier bei einem Bäcker. Zu unserem großen Erstaunen stellt man uns sogar Betten für die Nacht zur Verfügung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually, this was said to be a day of rest for us. Especially the horses need a rest. - We follow the detachment via Palmersheim, Odendorf and Ober-Drees to Mohrenhoven. Because of the bad quarters, we quickly take our meal and then move on via Buschhoven, Impekoven and Duisdorf to Poppelsdorf, which is a suburb of Bonn. Together with two comrades we take our billets in a bakery. To our great astonishment, we are even provided with a bed for the night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Questo, in realtà, doveva essere un giorno di riposo per noi. I cavalli, specialmente, avevano bisogno di riposo. &lt;br /&gt;Seguiamo il reparto via Palmersheim, Odendorf, Ober-Drees verso Mohrenhoven. Per via della pessima sistemazione, prendiamo un rapido rancio e ci muoviamo subito via Buschhoven, Impekoven e Duisdorf fino a Poppelsdorf, un sobborgo di Bonn. Con due camerati ci sistemiamo in un panificio. Con nostra grande sorpresa, abbiamo perfino un letto per la notte. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3814396945317882402?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3814396945317882402/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/27-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3814396945317882402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3814396945317882402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/27-november-1918.html' title='27. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1730180636538928257</id><published>2011-11-26T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:00:41.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>26. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7bu5lOcoNA0/TslzUzuqcXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/MGn1SXHVQp0/s1600/1918_11_26_bonn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7bu5lOcoNA0/TslzUzuqcXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/MGn1SXHVQp0/s320/1918_11_26_bonn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Abrücken mit der ganzen Abteilung über Zingsheim, Harzheim, Nöthen, Münstereifel. Dieses kleine Städtchen ist ein wunderschöner, romantisch gelegener Ort aus dem Mittelalter, der noch von einer alten Festungsmauer mit Türmen umgeben ist. Eine alte Burg verstärkt den wunderschönen Eindruck. Die ganze Stadt ist beflaggt. Junge Mädchen verteilen Blumen an die durchziehenden Truppen. Wir rücken weiter über Iversheim, Arloff, Kirspenich, Kirchheim nach Flamersheim. Hier ziehen wir ins Quartier. Unsere Station haben wir im Schloß.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Departure for the whole detachment for Münstereifel via Zingsheim, Harzheim and Nöthen. This small village is a wonderful, romantically situated village from the middle ages, still being surrounded by an old city wall with guarding towers. An old castle instensifies the wonderful impression. The whole city is flagged. Young girls distribute flowers amongst the passing troops. We move on to Iversheim, Arloff, Kirspenich and Kirchheim to Flamersheim. Here, we take quarters. The station is set up in the castle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Partenza dell'intero reparto per&amp;nbsp; Münstereifel via Zingsheim, Harzheim e Nöthen. Questo piccolo paese è un meraviglioso villaggio medievale, posto in una romantica posizione, ancor oggi circondato da antiche mura con torri di guardia. Un vecchio castello rende ancora più intensa la bella impressione. L'intera cittadina è imbandierata. Giovani ragazze distribuiscono fiori alle truppe in marcia. Andiamo verso Iversheim, Arloff, Kirspenich e Kirchheim fino a Flamersheim. qui ci sistemiamo. installiamo la centrale telefonica nel castello.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1730180636538928257?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1730180636538928257/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/26-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1730180636538928257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1730180636538928257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/26-november-1918.html' title='26. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7bu5lOcoNA0/TslzUzuqcXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/MGn1SXHVQp0/s72-c/1918_11_26_bonn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-2128045411721344401</id><published>2011-11-25T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:59:08.630+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>25. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HopLmurDkvY/TslzIhB02EI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Sb-xfoHjBO8/s1600/1918_11_25_muenstereiffel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HopLmurDkvY/TslzIhB02EI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Sb-xfoHjBO8/s320/1918_11_25_muenstereiffel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ruhetag für unsere Marschgruppe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a rest day for our road marchers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; E' un giorno di riposo per le truppe in marcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-2128045411721344401?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2128045411721344401/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/25-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2128045411721344401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2128045411721344401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/25-november-1918.html' title='25. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HopLmurDkvY/TslzIhB02EI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Sb-xfoHjBO8/s72-c/1918_11_25_muenstereiffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-8912462790541549447</id><published>2011-11-24T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:58:27.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>24. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Als Nachtrupp rücken wir der Abteilung nach über Grube Wohlfahrt, Wittscheid, Reifferscheid, Sistig nach Neddersheim. Hier wird eingemütliches, warmes Zimmer als Quartier angewiesen. Abends bekommen wir sogar Essen von unseren Quartiersleuten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We follow the detachment as a rear guard to Neddersheim via Grube Wohlfahrt, Wittscheid, Reifferscheid and Sistig. Here, we get allocated as a billet a warm and cosy living room. In the evening, we even receive a meal from our landlord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Seguiamo il reparto come retroguardia verso Neddersheim, via Grube Wohlfahrt, Wittsheid, Reiffersheid e Sistig. Qui troviamo un riparo in una calda e confortevole stanza. La sera, riceviamo perfino un pasto dai padrini di casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-8912462790541549447?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8912462790541549447/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/24-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8912462790541549447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8912462790541549447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/24-november-1918.html' title='24. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-7674538206766655781</id><published>2011-11-23T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:56:05.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>23. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sLgGDZ-cf8/TslxtwuVd4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/K5DPvNWkZuU/s1600/1918_11_23_neddersheim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sLgGDZ-cf8/TslxtwuVd4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/K5DPvNWkZuU/s320/1918_11_23_neddersheim.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens rücken wir mit der ganzen Abteilung ab nach Remscheid.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning, the whole detachment moves off for Remscheid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Al mattino l'intero reparto muove per Remsheid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-7674538206766655781?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7674538206766655781/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/23-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7674538206766655781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7674538206766655781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/23-november-1918.html' title='23. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sLgGDZ-cf8/TslxtwuVd4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/K5DPvNWkZuU/s72-c/1918_11_23_neddersheim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3388290416092321122</id><published>2011-11-22T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:55:16.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>22. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHt3fRukLZo/TslxjQhRFDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/10_Oy_lBCng/s1600/1918_11_22_honsfeld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHt3fRukLZo/TslxjQhRFDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/10_Oy_lBCng/s320/1918_11_22_honsfeld.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Der Marsch durch die Eifel geht weiter vonstatten. Wir rücken der Abteilung nach über Born, Deidingen, Amel, Mirfeld, Heppenbach nach Honsfeld. In der Schule des Ortes übernachten wir, weil wegen der Überfüllung sonst nirgends Quartier zu haben ist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We continue marching through the Eifel area. We follow the detachment via Born, Deidingen, Amel, Mirfeld and Heppenbach to Honsfeld. We spend the night in the village's school building, for we can not find any other billet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Continuiamo la marcia attraverso l'Eifel. Seguiamo il reparto via Born, Deidingen, Amel, Mirfel e Heppenbach verso Honsfeld. Passiamo la notte nella scuola del paese, dato che non riusciamo a trovare un altro posto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3388290416092321122?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3388290416092321122/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/22-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3388290416092321122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3388290416092321122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/22-november-1918.html' title='22. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHt3fRukLZo/TslxjQhRFDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/10_Oy_lBCng/s72-c/1918_11_22_honsfeld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6573212222837011757</id><published>2011-11-21T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:53:39.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Über die Eifel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6MJq3dNMUA/TsqimPFliAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-chOnJ5K9I8/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6MJq3dNMUA/TsqimPFliAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-chOnJ5K9I8/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In der Regimentschronik findet sich recht wenig über die Rückkehr des Regiments nach Deutschland, was doch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; in Anbetracht der ungewohnt emotionalen Schilderung Dieters etwas verwundert.&lt;br /&gt;Interessant ist die Beschreibung der Wetterverhältnisse 1918. Anscheinend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ähnelten die klimatischen Verhältnisse d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;enen dieses Jahres (2011), so dass man wirklich von Glück sprechen kann, wenn man die Verhältnisse in der Schneeifel im November bedenkt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Südlich Namur wurde am 15. November die Maas überschritten. Dann ging es genau ostwärts, immer drei bis vier Tage Marsch, dann einen Tag Ruhe, durch die öden Ausläufer des hohen Venn auf die deutsche Grenze zu. Sie wurde am 21. bei Recht, 10 km südlich Malmédy, überschritten. Nun stieg das Regiment auf die kahle Hochfläche der Eifel. Wenige Dörfer und schlechte Quartiere. Der Spätherbst war zum Glück milde und trocken. &lt;a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schnee-Eifel" target="_blank"&gt;Die Einwohner erzählten, daß um diese Zeit oft schon meterhoher Schnee läge.&lt;/a&gt; Wäre es auch jetzt so gewesen, dann wären bei der Entkräftung der Pferde die Wagen elend stecken geblieben. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The regimental chronicles do not tell us a lot about the return of the regiment back to germany, which is a little astonishing taking into account Dieter's quite emotional descriptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Rather interesting is the description of the climatic conditions of 1918. They obviously are quite comparable to this year's conditions (2011), which puts Dieter into a lucky position compared to normal November weather conditions in the Schneeeifel Area [rem.: Schneeeifel = Snow Eifel].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The Maas was crossed South of Namur on November 15th. We Then moved eastwards, marching for three to four days, then one day rest, then on through the outshoots of the High Venn towards the german frontier. It has been crossed on the 21st near Recht, 10km south of Malmédy. Now the regiment climbed the bleak high plateau of the Eifel. Only a few villages and bad billets. Fortunately, the late autumn was mild and dry. &lt;a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schnee-Eifel" target="_blank"&gt;The local population told us, that this time of the year often brings several metres of snow.&lt;/a&gt; Had it been like that, the waggons would have bogged down with exhausted horses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;II diari di reggimento non ci dicono molto del ritorno in Germania del reggimento, cosa che fa un po' meraviglia, se si tiene conto delle emozionanti descrizioni di Dieter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;E' abastanza interessante la descrizione delle condizioni climatiche del 1918. Esse sono del tutto comparabili alle condizioni di quest'anno (2011), il che mette Dieter in una posizione fortunata, se la si compara alle normali condizioni meteorologiche di novembre nell'area di Schneeifel [Schneeifel=nevoso Eifel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I Maas fu attraversato A sud di namur il 15 novembre. Quindi ci muovemmo verso est, marciando per tre-quattro giorni, poi un giorno di riposo, quindi ancora avanti nella riserva dello Hohes Venn verso il confine tedesco. Questo fu attraversato il 21 vicino a Recht, 10 km a sud di Malmédy. Qui il reggimento salì sul brullo altipiano dell'Eifel. Solo pochi paesi e scarsi ripari. Fortunatamente il tardo autunno fu mite e secco. &lt;a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schnee-Eifel" target="_blank"&gt;La popolazione locale ci disse che in questo periodo dell'anno c'erano spesso metri di neve.&lt;/a&gt; Se così fosse stato i convogli si sarebbero impantanati con i cavalli stremati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6573212222837011757?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6573212222837011757/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/uber-die-eifel.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6573212222837011757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6573212222837011757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/uber-die-eifel.html' title='Über die Eifel'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6MJq3dNMUA/TsqimPFliAI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-chOnJ5K9I8/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5967085210612092112</id><published>2011-11-21T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:51:34.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>21. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgIt3IIRiG8/TslxVQcEBdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QnsqCi55EGE/s1600/1918_11_21_stavelot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="107" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgIt3IIRiG8/TslxVQcEBdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QnsqCi55EGE/s320/1918_11_21_stavelot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Weitermarsch über Twis-Ponts nach Stavelot. Dann überschreiten wir die deutsche Grenze und kommen nach Malmédy. Was für ein erhebendes Gefühl für uns alle, wieder auf deutschen Boden zu sein! Deutsche Männer, deutsche Frauen, deutsche Laute! Die ganze Stadt prangt im Flaggenschmuck. Spruchbänder hat man über die Straßen gespannt, auf denen wir lesen: „Unseren Helden ein herzliches Willkommen!“ und „Dem unverzagten Heere Dank und Gruss!“ von Malmédy aus marschieren wir weit über Engeldorf nach Recht. Hier richten wir bei guten Leuten im behaglichen Stübchen unsere Vermittlung ein. Jetzt können wir uns doch wenigstens wieder mit deutschen Menschen unterhalten. Unsere Quartiersleute sind sehr nett und freigebig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We march on via Twis-Ponts to Stavelot. There, we cross the german border and come to Malmédy. What an exhilarating feeling for all of us to be back on german soil! German men and women, german voices! The whole city shines with german flags. Banners are stretched across the streets and spread the words "A heartly welcome to our heroes!" and "Our thanks and greetings to the undismayed army!". We march on from Malmédy via Engeldorf to Recht. Here, we set up our switchboard in a cosy little living room. At least, we now can talk again to german speaking people. Qur landlords are very gentle and generous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Siamo in marcia via Twis-Ponts verso Stavelot. Qui attraversiamo il confine tedesco e andiamo verso Malmédy. Che eccitante senzazione per tutti noi essere di nuovo sul suolo tedesco! Uomini e donne tedesche, voci tedesche. Tutta la città brilla di bandiere tedesche. Ci sono striscioni dispiegati sulle strade con parole come "un caloroso benvenuto ai nostri eroi!" oppure "&amp;nbsp; il nostro grazie ed il nostro saluto all'esercito che non si scoraggia" Marciamo poi da malmédy a Recht, fino a Engeldorf. Qui installiamo la centrale telefonica in una piccola ed accogliente stanza. Alla fine, possiamo di nuovo parlare con gente che parla tedesco. I nostri padroni di casa sono molto gentili ed ospitali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5967085210612092112?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5967085210612092112/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/21-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5967085210612092112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5967085210612092112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/21-november-1918.html' title='21. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgIt3IIRiG8/TslxVQcEBdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QnsqCi55EGE/s72-c/1918_11_21_stavelot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-6830837825339163985</id><published>2011-11-20T12:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:50:49.853+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>20. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpVC0KUjSug/TslxEjYTksI/AAAAAAAAA54/RQDyzRD6ZZQ/s1600/1918_11_20_basse-bodeux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="94" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpVC0KUjSug/TslxEjYTksI/AAAAAAAAA54/RQDyzRD6ZZQ/s320/1918_11_20_basse-bodeux.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens rücken wir mit unserem Trupp der Abteilung nach über Bomal, Izier, Werbomont nach Basse-Bodeux. Die Landschaft ist wunderhübsch und sehr abwechslungsreich. Wir sind mitten im Gebirge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning our platoons follows the detachment via Bornal, Izier, Werbomont to Base-Bodeux. The landscape is lovely and beautiful and varying a lot. We are in the middle of the mountains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Al mattino il plotone segue il nostro reparto via Bornal, Izier, Werbomont verso Base Bodeux. Il paesaggio è gradevole e molto vario. Siamo in mezzo alle colline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-6830837825339163985?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6830837825339163985/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6830837825339163985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/6830837825339163985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-november-1918.html' title='20. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpVC0KUjSug/TslxEjYTksI/AAAAAAAAA54/RQDyzRD6ZZQ/s72-c/1918_11_20_basse-bodeux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-13193406151054333</id><published>2011-11-19T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:50:00.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>19. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Für unsere Marschtruppe ist Ruhetag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a rest day for our road marchers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; E' un giorno di riposo per le nostre truppe in marcia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-13193406151054333?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/13193406151054333/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/19-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/13193406151054333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/13193406151054333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/19-november-1918.html' title='19. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-990605391143068598</id><published>2011-11-18T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:49:23.000+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>18. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6SJwTuYgPo/Tr0_CjvDS5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/RmYJQgRKPVE/s1600/1918_11_18_tohogne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6SJwTuYgPo/Tr0_CjvDS5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/RmYJQgRKPVE/s640/1918_11_18_tohogne.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens fahren wir im Personenwagen über Ocquier nach Tohogne. Hier richten wir die Station ein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning we take the passenger train via Ocquier to Tohogne. Here, we set up the station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Al mattino prendiamo la tradotta via Ocquier verso Tohogne. Qui sistemiamo la nostra stazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-990605391143068598?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/990605391143068598/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/18-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/990605391143068598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/990605391143068598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/18-november-1918.html' title='18. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6SJwTuYgPo/Tr0_CjvDS5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/RmYJQgRKPVE/s72-c/1918_11_18_tohogne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-944880226593075276</id><published>2011-11-17T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:48:32.463+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>17. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mittags rücken wir ab und marschieren über Homsee, Havelange, Verlée, Fontenoy, Odet nach Borsu. Hier bleiben wir die Nacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At noon, we march off via Homsee, Havelange, Verlée, Fontenoy, Odet to Borsu. Here, we stay for the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;A mezzogiorno in marcia via Homsee, Havelange, Verlée, Fontenoy, Odet fino a Borsu. Ci fermiamo per la notte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-944880226593075276?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/944880226593075276/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/17-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/944880226593075276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/944880226593075276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/17-november-1918.html' title='17. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3803896646258263123</id><published>2011-11-16T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:47:28.652+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>16. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens Weitermarsch über Courrière, Corioule, Sorinne-la Longue, Gesves, Flostoy nach Montenay. Abends werde ich zum Stationszug zum Trupp Schäfer versetzt. Alle Straßen sind Tag für Tag mit den endlosen Kolonnen angefüllt. Tritt irgendwo eine Stockung ein, muß alles halten und manchmal recht lange auf den Weitermarsch warten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning, the march continues via Courrière, Corioule, Sorinne-la Longue, Gesves, Flostoy to Montenay. In the evening, I am assigned to squad Schäfer. All roads are crowded with endless columns day after day. If an obstruction appears somewhere, everyone needs to halt and sometimes need to wait for quite some time before marching on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Di nuovo in marcia, al mattino, via Courrière, Corioule, Sorinne-la Longue, Gesves, Flostoy fino a Montenay. La sera vengo assegnato alla squadra Schäfer. Tutte le strade sono piene di colonne senza fine, giorno dopo giorno. Se improvvisamente appare un ostacolo, tutta la colonna si deve fermare e talvolta ci vuole un bel po' per riprendere la marcia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3803896646258263123?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3803896646258263123/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/16-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3803896646258263123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3803896646258263123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/16-november-1918.html' title='16. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4293727003992007230</id><published>2011-11-15T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:46:57.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>15. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHZS2-_n48o/Tr0-mT6zYDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qRU945Ajfh4/s1600/1918_11_15_walgrappe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHZS2-_n48o/Tr0-mT6zYDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qRU945Ajfh4/s320/1918_11_15_walgrappe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens rückt die ganze Abteilung über Fosse, St. Gérard, Villers- au Bois nach Walgrappe. Hier kommen wir an die Mass, in dessen Wasser ich mich noch einmal wasche. Auf einer Pontonbrücke überschreiten wir den Fluß.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Marsch geht weiter über Lustin, Maillen, Courrière nach Sart-Bernard. Hier übernachten wir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning, the whole detachment moves on via Fosse, St.Gérard, Villers-au Bois to Walgrappe. Here, we reach the river Maas, in whose waters I wash myself one more time. On a pontoon bridge, we cross the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We march on via Lustin, Maillen, Courrière to Sart-Bernard. Here, we stay for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Al mattino, l'intero reparto muove via Fosse, St. Gérard, Villiers-au-Bois fino a Walgrappe. Qui arriviamo al fiume Maas, dove ancora una volta riesco a lavarmi. Attraversiamo il fiume su un ponte di barche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi in marcia verso Sart-Bernard via Lustin, Maillen, Courrière. Qui sostiamo per la notte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4293727003992007230?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4293727003992007230/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4293727003992007230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4293727003992007230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-november-1918.html' title='15. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHZS2-_n48o/Tr0-mT6zYDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qRU945Ajfh4/s72-c/1918_11_15_walgrappe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5153303230021455615</id><published>2011-11-14T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:46:03.817+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>14. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Unser Zug rückt morgens von Floreffe ab über Sast-St. Laurent nach Vitrival. Dort liegt der übrige Teil der Fernsprech-Abteilung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning, our platoon moves off from Floreffe to Vitrial via Saast-St.Laurent. There, the rest of our communications detachment is located. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; La mattina il nostro plotone muove da Floreffe a Vitrial via Saast St. Laurent. Qui si trova già il resto del nostro reparto comunicazioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5153303230021455615?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5153303230021455615/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5153303230021455615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5153303230021455615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-november-1918.html' title='14. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-7212642632554055293</id><published>2011-11-12T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:45:34.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Der lange Rückmarsch für die 86er beginnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XUAegb4NlQ/Tr09KjTTCeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ukWvD1IWmrk/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XUAegb4NlQ/Tr09KjTTCeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ukWvD1IWmrk/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am 12. November trat das Regiment im Verbande seiner Division den Rückmarsch in die Heimat an. Die belgische Bevölkerung verhielt sich korrekt. Die Ordnung, in der die Fronttruppen zurückgingen, war immer noch achtunggebietend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;November 12th, the regiment started the march back into the homeland as part of its division. The belgian population behaved properly. The orderliness in which the the front troops retreated, still was impressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Il 12 novembre il reggimento iniziò la marcia di ritorno in patria come parte della Divisione. La popolazione belga si comportò correttamente. Il disordine nel quale le truppe si ritiravano dal fronte era comunque impressionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-7212642632554055293?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7212642632554055293/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/der-lange-ruckmarsch-fur-die-86er.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7212642632554055293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7212642632554055293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/der-lange-ruckmarsch-fur-die-86er.html' title='Der lange Rückmarsch für die 86er beginnt'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XUAegb4NlQ/Tr09KjTTCeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ukWvD1IWmrk/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-384700635156007237</id><published>2011-11-11T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:35:08.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>11. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgens marschieren wir weiter nach Floreffe. Mittags um 12 Uhr kommt der Waffenstillstand heraus. Damit sind die kriegerischen Handlungen beendet. Und dabei hätte der Tommy uns gestern beinahe noch das Leben genommen! Pfui, wie gemein! Wir beziehen im Ort Quartier. Es geht nun also laufend mit unseren Märschen Richtung Deutschland weiter.&lt;br /&gt;Die belgische Bevölkerung tut ihr Mögliches, den Deutschen gegenüber ihre Gefühle zu zeigen. Alle Ortschaften sind mit belgischen und französischen Fahnen geschmückt. Junge Burschen und Kinder tragen die Landesfarben an ihrer Kleidung und singen die Marseillaise, um uns zu ärgern. Endlose Kolonnen wälzen sich auf den Landstraßen in Richtung auf die deutsche Heimat. Auf vielen Fahrzeugen sieht man die rote Fahne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Alle sind jedoch froh, daß der fürchterliche Krieg ein Ende hat. Aber daß er dieses schmähliche Ende für Deutschland gefunden hat, ist unsagbar traurig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning, we march on to Floreffe. At noon, the truce is published. With this, the militant actions come to an end. And only yesterday Tommy almost had taken away our lifes! Bah, how mean! We take quarters in the village. So now we continue to march on with direction pointing to Germany. &lt;br /&gt;The belgian people do their best to show their feelings towards the Germans. All villages are flagged with belgian and french colors. Young boys and children wear the country's colors on their clothing and sing the Marseillaise to anger us. Endless columns pour over the country roads heading for the german homeland. Many cars wear the red flags.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;But everyone is happy that the horrible war had come to an end. But that it has found this ignominious end for Germany, is infinitely sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Al mattino marciamo verso Floreffe. A mezzogiorno la tregua è di dominio pubblico. Con questo, terminano le azioni militari. Solo ieri gli inglesi avevano ancora spezzato le nostre vite! Bah, così è! Ci sistemiamo in paese. Poi continuiamo a marciare diretti in Germania. &lt;br /&gt;I belgi fanno del loro meglio per mostrare i loro sentimenti verso i tedeschi. Tutti i paesi sono imbandierati con i colori del Belgio e della Francia. Ragazzi e bambini indossano abiti con i colori del loro paese e cantano la Marsigliese per schernirsi di noi. Colonne di fumo senza fine avvolgono le strade di campagna verso il confine della madrepatria tedesca. Molte automobili portano la bandiera rossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutti sono felici che l'orribile guerra sia finita. Ma che questo costituisca l'ignominiosa fine per la Germania, è infinitamente triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-384700635156007237?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/384700635156007237/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/384700635156007237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/384700635156007237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-november-1918.html' title='11. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-7780964769150620107</id><published>2011-11-11T09:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:34:46.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>WAFFENSTILLSTAND !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyL2vCyi3L4/TrrpUBfbdGI/AAAAAAAAA5A/yuIYZrrwZ8g/s1600/1918_11_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDn_AH0Lezg/Trrm_3q853I/AAAAAAAAA40/ZtiPd-XIovk/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673100665576810354" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDn_AH0Lezg/Trrm_3q853I/AAAAAAAAA40/ZtiPd-XIovk/s320/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 50px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 38px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;Am 11. November 9 Uhr morgens, meldet der Fernsprecher die schweren Worte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;„Um 12 Uhr heute Mittag Waffenruhe auf ganzer Front“. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;Das Regiment 86 erlebte die Durchführung dieses Befehls nicht an der Front, sondern als Divisionsreserve bei Chaudeville an der belgischen Grenze. Manches  Ohr horchte um Mittag nach der Front, wo noch einmal die Kanonen donnerten. Dann trat Stille ein. Der Weltkrieg war zu Ende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;Der jahrelang heißersehnte Augenblick war da. Von solcher Größe und Schwere war seine Bedeutung, daß sie kaum zu fassen war. Heil aus diesem vierjährigen Grauen, diesem vierjährigen Totentanz herausgekommen zu sein! War dies Wunder oder Wirklichkeit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;[…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ein kurzes Glücksgefühl verauchte. Es konnte nur kurz sein. Gleichzeitig kamen andere Nachrichten: Die Waffenstillstandbedingungen, Revolution in Deutschland. Wer weiter dachte und sein Vaterland lieb hatte,  bei dem ertrank die Freude über die Erhaltung des lieben Ich bald in bitteren Zorn und Schmerz um Deutschland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;[…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylpTYN1HS64/Trv7t77PNtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xRvhWLHs2Jo/s1600/1918_11_11+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylpTYN1HS64/Trv7t77PNtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xRvhWLHs2Jo/s320/1918_11_11+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Britische Offiziere inspizieren die Truppe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;Zähneknirschend mussten die Demütigungen eines übermütigen Feindes ertragen werden. Aber schlimmer war: In der Heimat reckte sich keine Größe im Unglück empor. Feigheit und Ehrlosigkeit führten dort das große Wort. Würde dieser Geist auf die Front überspringen? Würden die Bande des Gehorsams und der Ordnung sich lösen und das Millionenheer als ein Haufen zuchtloser Plünderer über Belgien und die Heimat herfallen? Das war die bange Frage. Es kam nicht so. Zwar sah man in der Etappe einige Autokolonnen, rot bewimpelt und mit johlenden Deserteuren besetzt. Es bleib Gott sei Dank nur ein ganz kleiner Teil. Da Gros der Front versagte sich dem Schwindelgeist und verblieb in Pflichttreue und Gehorsam, wohl wissend, daß nur so das Schlimmste verhindert werden konnte. Der Frontgeist hatte gesiegt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyL2vCyi3L4/TrrpUBfbdGI/AAAAAAAAA5A/yuIYZrrwZ8g/s1600/1918_11_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673103210833474658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyL2vCyi3L4/TrrpUBfbdGI/AAAAAAAAA5A/yuIYZrrwZ8g/s320/1918_11_11.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 170px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"&gt;An dieser Stelle seien die Gesamtverluste des Regiments genannt. Sie betragen an Toten die ungeheure Zahl von 97 Offizieren und 3899 Mann. Das ist erheblich mehr als die Gefechtsstärke des Regiments bei Ausmarsch, welche damals 70 Offiziere, 3025 Mann betrug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;November 11th 9:00 a.m., the telephone announces the serious words:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Today 12:00 p.m. weapons truce for all the front".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Regiment 86 saw the execution of this order not at the front, but as a divisional reserve near Chaudeville close to the belgian border. Many ears listened around noon over to the front, where only for once the guns would thunder again. Then, silence. The world war had come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The moment we had longed for since years, finally had come. Its meaning was so great and serious, that one could hardly realize it. To have escaped unscathed from this four-year dance of the dead! Was this miraculous fiction or reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The short feeling of happiness went away. It could only have been short. At the same time, there were other new: The conditions of the truce, revolution in Germany. Those who thought further and loved their home country, soon drowned their happiness about having rescued the loved self in bitter anger and pain for Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;We were forced to bear the indignities of a snootily enemy. But what was worse by far: At home no greatness erected from the catastrophe. Cowardice and dishonourableness took the lead. Would this spirit jump over to the men of the front? Would the bands of obedience and order dissolve and the army of millions savage into Belgium and the homeland like a horde of lawless looters? That was a feary question. It turned out not to be so. Indeed, one could see some car columns in the rear area, red flagged and manned with shouting deserters. But this was thank god only a small minority. The majority of the front soldiers rejected the false ideas and remained with plight, faithfulness and obedience, knowing well that only this way the worst could be avoided. The spirit of the front had prevailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;At this point, the total amount of lthe regiment's losses should be stated. They mounted up to the enormous number of 97 officers and 3899 other ranks. That is more than the regimental size of 70 officers and 3025 ranks when initially marching out into combat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;11 novembre, ore 09.00, il telefono annuncia queste gravi parole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Oggi alle 12.00 tregua delle armi su tutto il fronte".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;L'86° Reggimento vide l'esecuzione di quest'ordine non al fronte, ma come riserva di divisione vicino a Chaudeville, presso il confine belga. Molte orecchie udirono la notizia verso mezzogiorno al fronte, dove solo per qualche istante le armi avrebbero tuonato ancora. Poi, silenzio. La guerra mondiale era finita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Il momento che avevamo aspettato per anni, finalmente era arrivato. Questo significava una cosa così grande e seria, che si faceva fatica a rendersene conto. Essere sfuggiti illesi da questa danza di quattro anni con la morte!&amp;nbsp; Era una miracolosa finzione o la realtà?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Il breve breve senso di felicità se ne volò via. Non poteva che essere breve. Allo stesso tempo, c'erano altre notizie: le condizioni della tregua, la rivoluzione in Germania. Coloro che avevano pensato troppo&amp;nbsp; e troppo avevano amato il loro paese, ben presto soffocarono la loro felicità nella amara rabbia e pena per la Germania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Eravamo stati costretti a sopportare l'oltraggio di un nemico arrogante. Ma il peggio, di gran lunga, fu: a casa, nessuna magnanimità dopo la catastrofe. La vigliaccheria ed il disonore presero il sopravvento. Sarebbe questo spirito salito anche sulle spalle degli uomini provenienti dal fronte? Si sarebbero dissolti i legami dell'obbedienza e dell'ordine e l'esercito di milioni di selvaggi sarebbe entrato in Belgio e in Patria come un'orda di di vandali senza legge? Era una domanda spaventosa. Non doveva finire così. ed invero, si vedevano colonne di auto nelle retrovie, con bandiere rosse, guidate da disertori urlanti. Ma questi erano, grazie a Dio, una sparuta minoranza. La maggior parte dei soldati al fronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;rifiutarono le false idee e tennero duro nelle difficoltà, con fedeltà ed obbedienza, ben sapendo che questa era l'unica via per evitare il peggio. Lo spirito del fronte era prevalso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;A questo punto, si doveva stabilire l'ammontare totale delle perdite del reggimento. Esse arrivarono all'enorme numero di 97 ufficiali e 3899 dei vari gradi. Era più del numero degli effettivi del reggimento, 70 ufficiali e 3025 graduati e soldati che inizialmente si misero in marcia per combattere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-7780964769150620107?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7780964769150620107/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/waffenstillstand.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7780964769150620107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/7780964769150620107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/waffenstillstand.html' title='WAFFENSTILLSTAND !'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDn_AH0Lezg/Trrm_3q853I/AAAAAAAAA40/ZtiPd-XIovk/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4193476672533584290</id><published>2011-11-10T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:27:40.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hintergrundinformation'/><title type='text'>Das Regiment kurz vor dem Waffenstillstand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkvsWWQ7MQk/Trrmb_9dAVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ahVQToTVkx0/s1600/fr86_sep_kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673100049326604626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkvsWWQ7MQk/Trrmb_9dAVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ahVQToTVkx0/s320/fr86_sep_kl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 50px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 38px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dieter ist heute nur mit knapper Not dem Tod durch Fliegerbomben entgangen. In der Chronik des Regiments werden ebenfalls Fliegerangriffe erwähnt. Evtl. handelt es sich hierbei um das selbe Geschwader, das seine Angriffe geflogen ist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;In den folgenden Tagen ward der Rückzug auf die belgische Grenze fortgesetzt. Am 10. November überschritt das Regiment diese Grenze bei Beaumont. An diesem und dem voraufgehenden Tage erlitt es durch Fliegerbomben schwere Verluste. Am 10. allein während eines Gottesdienstes, den der Pfarrer Bielfeld abhielt, verlor es 9 Tote und 21 zum größten Teil Schwerverwundete. Es waren die letzten Verluste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Today Dieter had a very narrow escape from death by bombs. The regimental chronicals also state bombing attacks by airplanes. Maybe this was the same squadron that also attacked him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The following days, the retreat towards the belgian border was continued. On November 10th, the regiment crossed the border near Beaumont. On this day and days before, the regiment suffered heavy losses due to air bombs. On 10th alone, during a field worship held by Reverend Bielfeld, the regiment lost 9 dead and 21 mostly seriously wounded. These were the last losses of the regiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Oggi Dieter è sfuggito per un pelo alla morte a causa delle bombe. Anche il diario di reggimento conferma bombardamenti da parte di aeroplani nemici. Forse questa è la stessa squadriglia che lo attaccò:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Nei giorni seguenti, continuò la ritirata verso il confine belga. Il 10 novembre il reggimento attraversò il confine presso Beaumont. In questo stesso giorno, ed il giorno seguente, il reggimento ebbe forti perdite a causa delle bombe. Nel solo giorno 10, durante una celebrazione tenuta dal Rev. Bielfeld, il reggimento ebbe 9 caduti e 21 feriti gravi. Queste furono le ultime perdite del reggimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4193476672533584290?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4193476672533584290/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-regiment-kurz-vor-dem.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4193476672533584290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4193476672533584290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-regiment-kurz-vor-dem.html' title='Das Regiment kurz vor dem Waffenstillstand'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkvsWWQ7MQk/Trrmb_9dAVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ahVQToTVkx0/s72-c/fr86_sep_kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4363598348839229560</id><published>2011-11-10T12:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:25:38.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>10. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTE33iap2hk/To8uJkLXMyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Z1NJGJpJAD8/s1600/1918_11_10_stlaurent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660793998493037346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTE33iap2hk/To8uJkLXMyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Z1NJGJpJAD8/s320/1918_11_10_stlaurent.jpg" style="float: left; height: 186px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Um die Mittagszeit gehe ich mit einem Kameraden auf Leitungsstörung auf einem Bahndamm entlang. Es handelt sich um eine Störung im permanenten Gestänge. Ich klettere des öfteren mit dem Steigeisen die Masten hinauf, schließe mich an die Leitung an und stelle die Verbindung mit unserer rückwärtigen Station her.&lt;br /&gt;Wir gehen weiter. Nach einer Stunde taucht plötzlich ein englisches Flugzeuggeschwader von 20 Flugzeugen auf, die Kurs auf unseren Standort nehmen. Wir legen uns, nichts Gutes ahnend, flach neben die Gleise. Ich sage zu meinem Kameraden: „Du, wenn jedes Flugzeug 6 Bomben bei sich hat, so macht das immerhin schon 120.“ Kaum sind die Flugzeuge über uns hinweggeflogen, kommt ein neues Geschwader von ebenso viel Flugzeugen heran. Wir packen uns wieder schleunigst neben die Schienen, und auch diese Vögel fliegen über uns hinweg. Wieder gehen wir weiter, da sehe ich, daß beide Geschwader nunmehr vereinigt zurückkehren. Schnell gehen wir wieder zu Boden. Kaum sind die feindlichen Flieger über uns, hören wir schon das bekannte Sausen in der Luft, und die ersten Bomben fallen zur Erde. Krachend schlagen sie ein.&lt;br /&gt;Aber es geht weiter, und ungefähr 20 Bomben detonieren in nächster Nähe. Es ist ein Gekrach, als wollte die Welt untergehen. Singend und zischend schwirren die Splitter über uns hinweg. Erfreulicherweise liegen die Bahnkörper tief, und zu beiden Seiten steigt die Böschung an.&lt;br /&gt;Links und rechts von uns fallen die Bomben auf die angrenzenden Felder; keine einzige trifft den Schienenstrang, wie es doch wohl beabsichtigt war. Hätte nur eine das beabsichtigte Ziel getroffen, hätte sie uns sicherlich das Lebenslicht ausgelöscht. Eine besondere Deckung gab es hier für uns leider nicht, da neben den Gleisen kein Graben war, in dem wir hätten Schutz suchen können. Wir haben eben mal wieder tüchtig Schwein gehabt. Hatten wir bislang die Störung in dem Gestänge nicht finden und beseitigen können, so ist nunmehr der Schaden in den Leitungen riesig groß geworden. Überall hängen die zerrissenen Drähte herab. Über eine Stunde müssen wir flicken, bis die Sache einigermaßen wieder im Lot ist.&lt;br /&gt;Am Nachmittag rücken wir mit einem Lastauto aus Ossogne ab und fahren über Ham-sur Heure, Nalinnes, Gespinnes, Acoz, Bouffioux, Chatelet, Presles, Fosse nach Sart-St. Laurent. Hier bleibe ich alleine zurück, um der nachrückenden Abteilung das Marschziel anzugeben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together with a comrade, I walk the lines for defects on a railway embankment around noon. We deal with a defect in the permanent installation. Several times I use my climb irons to climb up the pylons, connect to the communications line and set up a connection to our rear station. We move on. One hour later, suddenly a british airplane squadron of about 20 airplanes appears, heading for our position. Suspecting no good, we lay flat on the ground next to the railway tracks. I tell to my comrade "See, if every plane carries 6 bombs, that already sums up to 120.". Only seconds after those planes have passed us, a new squadron with just the same number of planes approaches us. Again, we hurry to get to the ground next to the tracks, and those birds also pass us by. Again we move on, but then I see both squadrons coming back, now united. Quickly, we go prone again. As soon as the enemy airplanes are right above us, we hear the well-known screaming in the air, and the first bombs drop to earth. They crash into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;But it goes on, and roughly 20 bombs detonate very close. It is a thundering as if the world would come to an end. Whirring and hissing the splinters are zipping above us. Luckily, the tracks are in a sunken dip, and to both sides the embankment rises up.&lt;br /&gt;Both to the left and to the right, the bombs drop into adjacent fields; not a single one hits the railway tracks as obviously had been intended. Had only a single bomb hit the intended target, it would sureley have blown out our life lights. Unfortunately, there was no special cover there for us, since next to the tracks there was no gutter to hide in for cover. We just again had an enormous amount of luck. Hadn't we been able to find and repair the defect in the installations so far, now the damage to the lines had become huge. Everywhere, the torn wires were hanging down. More than an hour we had to fix it until it was more or less working again.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we get trucked off from Ossogne to drive via Ham-sur Heure, Nalinnes, Gespinnes, Acoz, Bouffioux, Chatelet, Presles and Fosse to Sart-St.Laurent. Here, I remain alone to tell the marching destination to the follwing troops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif" style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 13px; width: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt; Con un camerata, verso mezzogiorno, percorro le linee alla ricerca di interruzioni sulla banchina ferroviaria. Ci diamo da fare per una riparazione su una installazione permanente. Parecchie volte uso i miei ramponi d'acciaio per salire sui piloni, collegare le linee di comunicazione e stabilire un collegamento con la stazione nelle retrovie. Ci spostiamo in avanti. Un'ora dopo, improvvisamente, uno stormo di circa 20 aeroplani inglesi appare puntando verso le nostre posizioni. Non aspettandoci niente di buono, ci appiattiamo a terra vicino ai binari.&amp;nbsp; Dico al mio camerata: "Guarda, se ogni aereo portasse 6 bombe, in tutto fanno 120". Solo pochi secondi dopo il passaggio di questi aeroplani, ecco che si avvicina a noi un nuovo stormo, con lo stesso numero di velivoli. Di nuovo ci precipitiamo a terra vicino ai binari, ed anche quegli uccelli passano. Di nuovo ci muoviamo in avanti, ma ecco che vedo entrambi gli stormi tornare indietro, stavolta uniti insieme. Velocemente ci accucciamo di nuovo. Non appena gli aerei sono proprio sopra di noi, ecco che sentiamo il familiare sibilo nell'aria, e la prima bomba cade a terra. &lt;br /&gt;Ma si continua, e una ventina di bombe cadono molto vicino. E' un tuono, come se fosse la fine del mondo. Rombando e fischiando le schegge sibilano sopra di noi. &lt;br /&gt;Fortunatamente la traiettoria dei colpi va verso una depressione del terreno, e l'argine della ferrovia si eleva da ambedue i lati..&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp; sinistra come a destra, le bombe cadono sui campi adiacenti; neanche un colpo finisce sui binari, come ovviamente quelli vorrebbero. Se solo una bomba avesse colpito l'obiettivo previsto, sicuramente avrebbe soffiato via le nostre vite. Sfortunatamente non c'era alcun riparo previsto per noi, dato che vicino ai binari non c'era neanche un fossato in cui trovare riparo. Abbiamo solo avuto di nuovo una enorme fortuna. Se non fossimo riusciti a riparare le interruzioni sulla linea così distanti, adesso il danno sarebbe stato enorme. Ovunque le linee contorte giacevano a terra. Per più di un'ora dovemmo stare lì a ripararle, finché più o meno ripresero a funzionare.&lt;br /&gt;Nel pomeriggio ci portarono su camion da Ossogne via Ham-sur-Heure, Nalinnes, Gespinnes, Acoz, Bouffioux, Chatelet, Presles, Fosse fino a Sart- St. Laurent. Qui resto solo a raccontare la destinazione di marcia alle truppe seguenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4363598348839229560?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4363598348839229560/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4363598348839229560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4363598348839229560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-november-1918.html' title='10. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTE33iap2hk/To8uJkLXMyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Z1NJGJpJAD8/s72-c/1918_11_10_stlaurent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1377308685590150140</id><published>2011-11-07T12:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:58:56.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>7. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWAI-RWWagE/To8tuyRnVhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/SX-KkZ7pjNE/s1600/1918_11_07_ossogne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWAI-RWWagE/To8tuyRnVhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/SX-KkZ7pjNE/s320/1918_11_07_ossogne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660793538420889106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morgens ziehen wir weiter über Solze-le Château nach Hestrud, überschreiten hier die belgische Grenze und kommen über Grandrien, Beaumont, Thuillies nach Ossogne. Hier bleiben wir die Nacht über.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die nächsten Tage bleiben wir in Ossogne, bauen die Station aus und bauen Leitungen im Ort. Frankreich liegt nun endgültig hinter uns. Kriegerische Ereignisse können uns nicht mehr dahin zurückführen; es sei denn, daß wir als Gefangene französischen Boden betreten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning we march on to Hestrud via Solze-le-Château to cross the belgian border and come via Grandrien, Beaumont, Thuillies to Ossogne. Here, we stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next days, we stay in Ossogne, improve the communications station and build lines within the village. France now defenitely is past for us. War events can not lead us back there; we could only get back there as prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; La mattina marciamo verso Hestrud via Solze-le-Château per attraversare il confine belga ed arrivare ad Ossogne via Grandien, Beaumont, Thullies. Ci fermiamo qui per la notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno seguente restiamo a Ossogne per sistemare la stazione comunicazioni e posare linee nel paese. La Francia è ormai per noi, definitivamente, il passato. La guerra non ci riporterà più qui; potremmo tornare qui solo come prigionieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1377308685590150140?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1377308685590150140/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1377308685590150140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1377308685590150140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-november-1918.html' title='7. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWAI-RWWagE/To8tuyRnVhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/SX-KkZ7pjNE/s72-c/1918_11_07_ossogne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1485247055266762062</id><published>2011-11-06T12:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:57:17.099+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>6. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Der Tag vergeht mit dem Bauen mehrerer Leitungen. Wir verbringen die Nacht wieder auf dem Boden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day passes building several lines. Again, we spend the night on the garret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Il giorno trascorre costruendo parecchie linee. Passiamo di nuovo la notte in soffitta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1485247055266762062?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1485247055266762062/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/6-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1485247055266762062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1485247055266762062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/6-november-1918.html' title='6. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-1024052954366568436</id><published>2011-11-05T12:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:57:55.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>5. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mit einem Auto vom Divkonach fahren wir über Floyon, Etroeungt, Avesnes nach les Fontaine. Hier richten wir eine Station ein und besetzen sie. Wir übernachten auf einem Boden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a car we travel from Divkonach via Floyon, Etroeungt and Avesnes to les Fontaine. Here, we set up a station and man it. We spend the night on a garret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Con un'automobile, ci muoviamo da Divkonach via Floyon, Etroeungt e Avesnes verso les Fontaine. Qui allestiamo ed equipaggiamo una stazione. Passiamo la notte in una soffitta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-1024052954366568436?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1024052954366568436/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1024052954366568436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/1024052954366568436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-november-1918.html' title='5. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-237770621985365302</id><published>2011-11-04T12:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:58:28.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>4. November 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vVWZFWUxhI/TrQIEs_BzkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/nF8kaza-Vfw/s1600/1918_11_04_fontenelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vVWZFWUxhI/TrQIEs_BzkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/nF8kaza-Vfw/s320/1918_11_04_fontenelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671166707654315586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abends rücken wir von Marlemperche ab nach Fontenelle. Hier übernachten wir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the evening we march off from Marlempeche to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fontenelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Here, we stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; La sera marciamo da Marlempeche verso Fontanelle. Ci fermiamo qui per la notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-237770621985365302?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/237770621985365302/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/4-november-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/237770621985365302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/237770621985365302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/11/4-november-1918.html' title='4. November 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5vVWZFWUxhI/TrQIEs_BzkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/nF8kaza-Vfw/s72-c/1918_11_04_fontenelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-53969550582207585</id><published>2011-10-26T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:37:14.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>26. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ein Trupp rückt nach, um die Station Mars in Marlemperche zu besetzen.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Marlemperche verrichte ich auf einer guten Station recht angenehmen Stationsdienst. Die Quartiere sind gut, die Verpflegung vorzüglich. Einmal bauen wir auch eine Leitung nach vorne. Doch schon bald wird der deutsche Rückzug fortgesetzt werden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A squad moves up to take over communications station Mars in Marlemperche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Marlemperche I do quite a comfortable service in a good station. Quarters are good and provisions are excellent. Only once, we do build a communications line to the front. But soon the german retreat is to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Una squadra si muove per prendere possesso della stazione comunicazioni di Mars a Marlempeche.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marlempeche ho un servizio molto comodo in una buona stazione. La sistemazione è buona e il trattamento eccellente. Una sola volta dobbiamo stendere una linea di comunicazione al fronte. Ma ben presto la ritirata tedesca continuerà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-53969550582207585?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/53969550582207585/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/53969550582207585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/53969550582207585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-oktober-1918.html' title='26. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3536127339636680005</id><published>2011-10-25T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:37:43.066+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>25. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Man schickt mich als Vorkommando nach Marlemperche, um dort die Station in Augenschein zu nehmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am sent as an advance guard to Marlemperche to take a look onto the communications station there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Mi mandano in avanscoperta a Marlemperche per dare un'occhiata alla stazione comunicazioni del posto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3536127339636680005?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3536127339636680005/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/25-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3536127339636680005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3536127339636680005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/25-oktober-1918.html' title='25. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3853450333745447175</id><published>2011-10-24T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:38:13.773+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>24. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Über Floyon marschiere ich nach Fontenelle und melde mich dort bei der Truppe zurück. Ich übernachte bei meinen Kameraden auf einem Heuboden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Via Floyon I march on to Fontenelle, there I report back to the troops. I spend the night together with the comrades on a hayloft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; In marcia per Fontenelle via Floyon, dove mi riunisco alla truppa. Passo la notte con i camerati in un fienile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3853450333745447175?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3853450333745447175/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/24-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3853450333745447175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3853450333745447175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/24-oktober-1918.html' title='24. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-2090564882261457994</id><published>2011-10-23T12:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:38:41.778+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>23. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWzJ83qBSr0/To8s7aG3R_I/AAAAAAAAA24/aHPuxqZHyxA/s1600/1918_10_23_etroungt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWzJ83qBSr0/To8s7aG3R_I/AAAAAAAAA24/aHPuxqZHyxA/s320/1918_10_23_etroungt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660792655760017394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am Nachmittag marschiere ich über Zorées nach Etroungt. Hier bleibe ich während der Nacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the afternoon I march via Zorées to Etroungt. Here I stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Nel pomeriggio si marcia via Zorées vero Etroungt. Mi fermo qui per la notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-2090564882261457994?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2090564882261457994/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/23-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2090564882261457994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/2090564882261457994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/23-oktober-1918.html' title='23. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWzJ83qBSr0/To8s7aG3R_I/AAAAAAAAA24/aHPuxqZHyxA/s72-c/1918_10_23_etroungt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-8851948245380504861</id><published>2011-10-22T12:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:39:33.433+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>22. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F6O0texxJQ/To8swAypffI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8b8KikW576A/s1600/1918_10_22_sainsdunord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F6O0texxJQ/To8swAypffI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8b8KikW576A/s320/1918_10_22_sainsdunord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660792459985780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noch immer bin ich in der Löffelfabrik, diesem schauerlichen Gefängnis untergebracht. Am Nachmittag werden wir geschlossen im Transport zum Bahnhof geführt. Abends fahre ich mit dem Zug nach Sains du Nord. Hier übernachte ich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still in the spoon factory, this gruesome prison. In the afternoon we get transported as a group to the station. In the evening, a train takes me to Sains du Nord. Here, I stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Mi trovo ancora nella fabbrica di cucchiai, questa orribile prigione. Nel pomeriggio ci portano in gruppo alla stazione. La sera, mi portano in treno a Sains du Nord. E qui pernottiamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-8851948245380504861?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8851948245380504861/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/22-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8851948245380504861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/8851948245380504861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/22-oktober-1918.html' title='22. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F6O0texxJQ/To8swAypffI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8b8KikW576A/s72-c/1918_10_22_sainsdunord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-3637432539428747707</id><published>2011-10-21T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:40:11.480+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>21. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mit allen übrigen hier untergebrachten Soldaten siedele ich nach der Löffelfabrik über. Die ganzen Fabrikgebäude sind mit Stacheldraht umgeben, und Posten mit Gewehr passen auf, daß niemand heraus kommt. Wir sitzen also regelrecht im Gefängnis. Man denke nur, daß deutsche Soldaten von Deutschen bewacht werden! Soweit ist es also schon gekommen, daß man zu solchen Mitteln greifen muß, um reisende oder versprengte Soldaten zusammenzuhalten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun, leider muß man sagen, daß sich in der Etappe bald mehr Leute herumtreiben als an der Front. In der Nacht erfolgt ein fünfmaliger Fliegerangriff auf Hirson. Eine Bombe fällt 50 m von unserem Quartier auf einen Hof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Together with all other soldiers that are accommodated here, I move over to the Spoon factory. All factory buildings are surrounded with barbed wire, and guards with rifles prevent anyone to get out. So we practically are imprisoned. Imagine, german soldiers are guarded by Germans! This is how far we got, to employ such measures for keeping together travelling or scattered soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately one must admit that almost more people run around in the back area than on the front-line. During the night, Hirson is attacked five times by aeroplanes. One bomb comes down in a court 50 metres from our quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Insieme a tutti gli altri soldati sistemati lì, ci spostiamo alla fabbrica di cucchiai. Tutti gli edifici sono circondati da reticolati, e guardie armate di fucile sornegliano che nessuno esca. Così siamo praticamente imprigionati. Provate ad immaginare, soldati tedeschi sorvegliati da tedeschi! Questo per dire a che punto siamo arrivati, per prendere tali misure per tenere insieme soldati in movimento e sparpagliati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bene, sfortunatamente bisogna ammettere che c'è più gente nelle retrovie che al fronte. Durante la notte Hirson subisce cinque attacchi aerei. Una bomba cade in un cortile a 50 metri da noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-3637432539428747707?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3637432539428747707/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/21-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3637432539428747707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/3637432539428747707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/21-oktober-1918.html' title='21. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-4142548562088805184</id><published>2011-10-20T21:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:40:42.403+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>20. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nachdem ich in Anor meine Verpflegung erhalten habe, fahre ich weiter nach Hirson. Dort treffe ich erst am Nachmittag ein und werde in einer Spinnerei untergebracht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After receiving my provisions, I travel on to Hirson. There, I arrive in the afternoon and am being accommodated in a spinning mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Dopo aver ricevuto le mie provviste, parto per Hirson. Arrivo qui nel pomeriggio e mi sistemo in una filanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-4142548562088805184?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4142548562088805184/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4142548562088805184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/4142548562088805184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-oktober-1918.html' title='20. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-826401723632762802</id><published>2011-10-19T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:41:19.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>19. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nach vollständiger Heilung des Ohrs werde ich aus dem Lazarett zur Truppe entlassen. Abends fahre ich von Mommigny ab und bin am nächsten Morgen in Anor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After complete recovery of my ear, I am released from the hospital to return to the troops. In the evening I leave Mommigny and arrive the next morning at Anor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Dopo la completa guarigione dell'orecchio, vengo dimesso dall'ospedale per tornare al reparto. La sera stessa lascio Mommigny ed arrivo il mattino dopo ad Anor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-826401723632762802?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/826401723632762802/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/826401723632762802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/826401723632762802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-oktober-1918.html' title='19. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s72-c/b_dr.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-5285407231690562809</id><published>2011-10-08T12:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:16:24.153+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>8. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-N46biYwxA/TpA52MoABvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/C_Bl9r9Z938/s1600/1918_10_08_mominies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-N46biYwxA/TpA52MoABvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/C_Bl9r9Z938/s320/1918_10_08_mominies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661088334869432050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Frühmorgens Ankunft in Hirson. Hier melde ich mich auf der Krankensammelstelle. Mit einem Krankentransport werde ich morgens nach Mommigny geschickt (Momignies), einem kleinen Ort, der dicht hinter der Grenze in Belgien liegt. Hier treffe ich am Vormittag ein und begebe mich zum sächsischen Kriegslazarett 19C, wo ich mittags dem Arzt vorgeführt und in der Ohrenstation aufgenommen werde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUokoQqEo1U/TpA8aQXJnPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ATiJ20l6WH4/s1600/2011_10_08_lazarett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUokoQqEo1U/TpA8aQXJnPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ATiJ20l6WH4/s320/2011_10_08_lazarett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661091153371045106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Das Lazarettleben empfinde ich wieder als sehr schön. Jeden Tag wird das Ohr von einer Schwester ausgewaschen und eingeschmiert. Das ist alles. Nur die Verpflegung ist nicht sehr berühmt. Das Gebäude ist ein ehemaliges Lehrerseminar und sehr gut eingerichtet. Neben dem Lazarett befindet sich im Gebäude eine Bibliothek, eine Buchhandlung, eine Kantine sowie ein Saal für Kinovorstellungen. Somit ist also auch für Abwechslung gesorgt. Nach 4-5 Tagen ist nichts mehr am Ohr zu sehen, trotzdem halte ich es reichlich 10 Tage im Lazarett aus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early in the morning I arrive at Hirson. Here, I report at the hospital collection point. In the morning, I get sent with a wounded transport to Mommigny (Momignies), a small village right after the frontier in Belgium. I arrive there before noon and head to the saxonian war hostpital no. 19C. At noon I am presented to the doctor and accepted to the ear ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hopsital life, I like very much again. Every day my ear gets washed and anointed by a nurse. That is all. Only thing is rations are not very splendid. The building is a former teacher's seminar room and is furnished very well. Apart from the hosptial, there is also a library, a bookshop, a canteen and a hall for cinema in the building. Hence, there is plenty of distraction. After 4 to 5 days, nothing is to be seen at my ear, nevertheless I endure a strong 10 days in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s1600-h/b_fr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCVJRkDfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMJ3pS7pPT4/s200/b_fr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292879043694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s1600-h/b_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 13px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SznBNx2lpdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H9LLx17LqjA/s320/b_it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576068981859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Arrivo a Hirson di mattina, molto presto. Qui mi metto a rapporto presso il punto di raccolta dell'ospedale. In seguito mi mandano con un porta feriti a Mommigny (Momignies), un piccolo villaggio appena oltre la frontiera belga. Arrivo lì prima di mezzogiorno e mi dirigo all'ospedale di guerra Sassone nr. 19C. A mezzogiorno mi presento al medico e mi ricoverano al reparto ORL.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;La vita d'ospedale, mi piace molto. Ogni giorno mi fanno sciacqui all'orecchio e un'infermiera mi applica unguenti. E questo è tutto. Solo le razioni alimentari non sono splendide. L'edificio è una ex scuola per insegnanti, ed è arredato molto bene. Oltre all'ospedale, nell'edificio c'è una biblioteca, una libreria, una mensa ed una sala cinema. E, quindi, ci sono un sacco di distrazioni. Dopo 4 o 5 giorni non si trova niente nel mio orecchio ma, in ogni caso, riesco a restare in ospedale per 10 giorni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768259291370607121-5285407231690562809?l=dieter-finzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5285407231690562809/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-oktober-1918.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5285407231690562809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768259291370607121/posts/default/5285407231690562809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dieter-finzen.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-oktober-1918.html' title='8. Oktober 1918'/><author><name>Dieter Finzen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564917834898528473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SlNhPPylCKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRCiToTlphw/S220/dieter_finzen_portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-N46biYwxA/TpA52MoABvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/C_Bl9r9Z938/s72-c/1918_10_08_mominies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768259291370607121.post-139727564109347535</id><published>2011-10-07T12:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:06:25.802+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagebuch - Diary'/><title type='text'>7. Oktober 1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s1600-h/b_dr.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCd5MA8TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ukEhJKAkxt4/s200/b_dr.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293029344276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Morgens mache ich mich auf den Weg nach dem Kriegslazarett in der Stadt. Eine Ohrenstation gibt es hier nicht. Man leitet mich weiter nach Vervins.&lt;br /&gt;Hier treffe ich noch am Vormittag ein. Ich begebe mich zu der Ohrenstation im Orte. Hier kann man mich aber nicht aufnehmen, da die Station geschlossen wird. Man leitet mich nach Hirson zurück.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s1600-h/b_uk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fUQ5YgMURHg/SsOCYivFnVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-P-tjWEUHEY/s200/b_uk.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292937418022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning I walk over to the war hospital in the city. An ear department does not exist here. I am directed on to Vervins.&lt;br /&gt;Later this same morning I arrive there. I show up at the ear department here in the village. But here I get rejected, since the ear department is being closed down. I get directed back to Hirson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-si
