Evgenij Bessonov - Tank Rider: Into the Reich with the Red Army

Many of my comrades told me that I should write my memoirs but it is actually a difficult thing to do. After all, Im not a professional writer if the truth be known, Im very far from that. But I can tell the story of my family, my childhood and my youth, and relate to you my experiences during the years of the Great Patriotic War.

Human memory is an amazing thing and life erodes away many experiences and events. With all the burdens and cares of daily life I had no time to indulge myself in my memories. I was not a government official or a politician, but a simple individual just like millions of others in our country. My memoirs will concern themselves with events that I saw take place or with those events which had an impact on me and those around me during the War. I do not claim to have a full and objective reflection of events human memory isnt perfect but I will try my best. Similarly, I will try not to be too critical in my judgement of others. Things that are described in the memoirs are my personal point of view, my personal judgement and my perception of life. These memoirs are a look back at the life of a typical member of the Red Army, a career officer, who served 35 years of his life in the military from 1941 to 1976. I entered service when I was 18 and retired at the age of 53 as a Colonel.

Of course, my memoirs will focus almost exclusively on the war years. There are fewer and fewer veterans left and those who are still alive are old. I myself turned 80 in 2003. The Great Patriotic War took a tremendous toll on the peoples of the Soviet Union but, regardless of how hard it was, the common people stood up to the test, despite heavy losses, and despite it being very hard both at the front and behind the lines. My aim is to show the War through the eyes of a participant in those events not through the eyes of a Marshal or a writer, but of a platoon leader and company commander of tank riders, the motor rifle battalion of a mechanized brigade in the 4th Guards Tank Army. I fought for two years in the 4th Guards, from 1943 to 1945, and I covered around 3,800 kilometres with this unit. Such was my wartime voyage, and it was tough every step of the way. I participated in infantry assaults and rode into battle on tanks attacking the enemy positions. Intuition, experience of battle and knowledge of enemy tactics saved my life many times, but I think that I mostly survived by pure luck. Luck was vital at the front, and I cant over-emphasize its importance for any soldier.

1941

22 June Germany invades the Soviet Union

16 July The Germans reach Smolensk

9 August Drafted into Red Army, to Chebarkulski military camp

16 November Transferred to Kamyshlov military infantry academy

1942

July Assigned to 365th Reserve Rifle Brigade at Surok station

19 November The Soviet counteroffensive at Stalingrad begins

1943

31 January The Germans surrender at Stalingrad

Late May Transferred to personnel section, Moscow

5 July The battle of Kursk begins

July Assigned to Bryansk front

August Joined 4th Tank Army, assigned to 6th Guards Mechanized Corps, 49th Mechanized Brigade, 1st Motor Rifle Battalion, appointed 2nd platoon leader

September Fighting in the Orel offensive

OctoberDecember Into reserve at Karachev

6 November Kiev is recaptured

1944

January 4th Tank Army transferred to Kiev

February Transported by train to Polonnoe, marched to Shepetovka, by truck to Slavuta

4 March Spring offensive is launched in the Ukraine

MarchApril Fighting in the Kamenets-Podolsk campaign (brigade awarded title of 49th Mechanized Kamenets-Podolsk Brigade)

MayJune Into reserve at Kopychintsy

JulySeptember Fighting in the Lvov-Sandomir operation

OctoberNovember Into reserve at Sandomir

DecemberJanuary Fighting in the Vistula-Oder operation, through Poland to the German border

1945

February Fighting to the Neisse bridgehead

MarchApril Into reserve at Oberau

April The march on Berlin, wounded in action

30 April Hitler commits suicide

2 May Berlin surrenders to the Red Army

8 May Keitel signs German surrender at Zhukhovs Headquarters

9 May Prague falls to the Red Army

May Discharged from hospital, rejoined battalion at Prague; end of the Great Patriotic War

I was born in Moscow on 20 July, 1923, in no. 77 Friedrich Engels street, formerly known as Irininskaya. My father, Ivan Vasilievich Bessonov, moved to Moscow from a village in 1908 at the age of fifteen. Although he had almost no education, he managed to get a job in a small store and after a while become a prikazchik (salesman) and later senior salesman. In 1915 he married my mother, Olga Pavlovna, a native of Moscow. They had a daughter Elena (we called her Lelya) in 1916 and that same year my father was drafted into the army. He served in the army until the February revolution and retired in 1917. After the Great October Revolution my father worked in trade before retiring in 1960. My mother studied at a school for tailors in Moscow but didnt like to recall that period of her life. As she put it, it was pure drudgery. They had to get up at 5 or 6 oclock in the morning, start the oven, cook tea for the foremen, wash dishes after their meal and clean the rooms and the workshop. Such apprentices would only start their professional training several years later, as it was profitable for the master to have several minor servants almost free of charge. After she completed her professional training and became a tailor, my mother got a job in a more prestigious tailors shop at Kuznetski bridge and had a decent salary for that time 3740 roubles in 1913. After she married my father she had four children and became a housewife.

In early 1917 my parents were renting an apartment in the building where I was to be born. It was a typical Moscow yard, surrounded by a high fence. There were many small yards like this in the street, and they were named after the landlords: Krushinski, Reshetkin, Maslov, Petrusinski and so on.

There were three wooden buildings in our yard, two of them were available for a rather high rent, and the landlady with her family occupied the third one. A carriage shed with stables was adjacent to the landladys building. All the buildings were one storey high, heated by stoves, without running water or plumbing, so we had to get water in the street from a water pump. The landlady had a fruit garden in the yard with apple and cherry trees, raspberry and gooseberry bushes.