Kesselring in Africa 1942
Field Marshal Luftwaffe Albert Kesselring nicknamed "Smiling Albert" and "Uncle Albert" visits parts of the Luftwaffe in North Africa.
From December 1941, Kesselring was the commander-in-chief of the German troops of the South-West (Mediterranean - Italy), and was also appointed by Hitler and Benito Mussolini as commander of the Italian Air Force in the African campaign. He was also the commander-in-chief of the defense of Italy during the Allied offensive.
During the command of Kesselring in Italy, no major military decision was made without his personal consent.
Despite the war crimes, Kesselring was never punished for them - his Western friends helped.
In 1947, the English military tribunal in Venice sentenced Kesselring to death on charges of killing 335 Italians - civilians. However, West German and Anglo-American friends of Kesselring opposed this sentence. They succeeded in getting the death penalty replaced by life imprisonment, and in 1952 they released him from custody "for health reasons". However, his health condition completely allowed Kesselring to live to 74 years, actively harming the Soviet Union with all his might.
For some reason, while watching this video, I clearly remembered from this passage from the Strugatsky story The Guy from the Underworld:
"And to disperse the darkness, I began to remember the brightest, the happiest thing in my life, and remembered that frosty clear day, columns of smoke that rose into the green sky, and the crackle of a flame devouring the ruins, gray from soot snow in the square , stiff corpses, mutilated rocket launcher in a huge funnel ... And the duke is walking along our line, we have not had time to cool down, our eyes are still poured by sweat, the barrel of the machine gun burns our fingers, and he walks, leaning heavily on the adjutant's hand, and the snow creaks under his soft red boots, and to each one of us he immensely looks into his eyes and speaks of gratitude and approval in a low voice. And then he stopped. Right in front of me. And the Cheetah, whom I hadn’t seen — I saw no one but the duke — called my name, and the duke put his hand on my shoulder and for some time I looked into my eyes, and his face was yellow with fatigue, excised by deep wrinkles, and not at all smooth, like in the portraits, his eyelids were red and inflamed, and a heavy, badly shaved jaw was moving steadily. And still holding his right hand on my shoulder, he raised his left and snapped his fingers, and the adjutant hastily put a black cube in his fingers,but I still could not believe my happiness, I could not believe it, but the duke said in a low hoarse voice: “Open your mouth, Kitten ...” - and I squeezed my eyes and opened my mouth with all my might, I felt rough and dry in my tongue and began to chew. My hair stood on end under my helmet, tears rolled from my eyes.