THE FACE OF HISTORY AND TOUCHING EVENT

 The Möltenort U-Boat Memorial (U-Boot-Ehrenmal Möltenort), 1939 and today.  Located in Heikendorf near Kiel, Germany, the impressive 65-foot tall monument commemorates the sailors who died serving in U-Boat units during the First and Second World Wars, along with all victims of submarine warfare. It was originally built in 1930, but after suffering structural damage, it was rebuilt in 1938.  In an arched gallery area behind the monument, the names of fallen German U-Boat men of the German Imperial Navy and the Kriegsmarine, along with those who died serving in the postwar German Navy, are displayed on 115 bronze plaques. The U-Boot war badge is attached to the pillar; until 1945 its position had been occupied by a swastika.

 In parts of the line there was some panic; in one case, an Non-Commissioned Officer of the 31st Battalion brandished a revolver to keep men from breaking in the early morning as they saw many others retiring on both flanks. Elsewhere the withdrawal was more deliberate. Sapper Fred Strode of the 8th Field Company was one of a party of four men instructed to hold their line on the morning of 20 July to enable his company to get back to their trenches. He held on until his supply of hand grenades ran out and his mates were killed, and then he too fled. Wounded men had begun to crawl back during the night while others still lay in no man’s land, calling for help. By dawn on the morning of 20 July the Australian trenches were packed with wounded and dying men. For the next three days and nights, Australians risked their own lives to go out under enemy fire to retrieve the hundreds of wounded men in no man’s land. But the Germans opened fire at every movement. For several days after the...

  From the Battle of Little Big Horn “I had sung the war song, I had smelt power smoke, my heart was bad--I was like one who has no mind. I rushed in and took their flag; my pony fell dead as I took it. I cut the thong that bound me; I jumped up and brained the sword flag man with my war club, and ran back to our line with the flag.  I was mad, I got a fresh pony and rushed back shooting, cutting and slashing. This pony was shot and I got another. This time I saw Little Hair (Tom Custer)--I remembered my vow, I was crazy; I feared nothing. I knew nothing would hurt me for I had my white weasel tail on.  I didn't know how many I killed trying to get at him. He knew me. I laughed at him and yelled at him. I saw his mouth move but there was so much noise I couldn't hear his voice. He was afraid. When I got near enough I shot him with my revolver. My gun was gone.  I didn't know where. I got back on my pony and rode off. I was satisfied and sick of fighting." Itoηagaju (...