1300 Hours 4th October 1942, Führerhauptquartier Wehrwolf, Ukraine
It had not been a pleasant day and a half, Zeitzler thought tiredly as he stood by the table and watched as the Fuhrer glared down at the map. So far the news from Egypt was still very bad.
Kesselring’s surrender meant that the nearest divisional-sized unit was the 136 Infantry Division Giovani Fascisti, a motorised formation that had been at the oasis at Siwa during the battle of 2nd Alamein. Zeitzler still wasn’t sure why a valuable motorised division had been at Siwa, but at least it had been able to escape the disaster that had overcome Kesselring’s main forces. Right now the division was being redeployed North-West as fast as possible towards Tobruk, where Nehring was trying to pull things together, despite the fact that he had barely recovered from the wound he had suffered at Alam Halfa. Apparently there was supposed to be an Italian in charge somewhere, but Zeitzler had no idea who or for that matter where.
Then there were the fleeing supply units, both German and Italian that were heading West as fast as possible. These weren’t really equipped to be fighting units however, and besides the British armoured car units were harrying them as they went, making the retreat even worse. To Hitler’s anger the supply and repair bases behind the old lines had been either captured by the British or destroyed by the retreating Axis units, so a number of panzers that could have been restored to working order had been lost.
Put simply the cupboard was bare in terms of Axis manpower in North Africa. The remaining Italian formations in North Africa were either empty shells of their former glory or were far too small. Combining everything might result in an understrength division of highly uneven quality.
As for 6th Panzer, well the advance elements were being unloaded in Tripoli at the moment, but the majority of the division was still in Italy. Hitler had changed his mind twice now about holding off on the transfer – first it was off and then it was on. Or possibly the other way around.
The question was, what did Hitler want to do with North Africa? Mussolini certainly desperately needed to save Italian control of Libya, if only for political reasons. Losing Italian East Africa had been bad enough. Losing thousands of Italian soldiers at El Alamein, followed by losing Libya would be a catastrophe for the Duce. He had sent numerous appeals for more German help.
Which put the ball firmly back into Hitler’s court. At least he’d stopped shouting about Kesselring’s cowardice at not fighting to the last man and not committing suicide. “I want a full report from Nehring,” the Fuhrer snapped as he stood over the map. “I want to know what we can ship to Libya at once and defend it. If need be we’ll fly the men in. I want Tripoli held.”
Lovely, Zeitzler thought sardonically. Then he paled slightly. He just hoped that Mussolini, in his desperation, didn’t pull any Italian units from the Eastern Front. A) they wouldn’t be able to get to Libya in time and b) the Eastern Front needed every man he could get his hands on right now. The fighting in Stalingrad was like a hideous beast with a bottomless appetite – it was devouring units whole. At the moment 6th Army’s flanks was being protected by a hodge-podge of Axis units, including an Italian army. It had made Halder nervous and he could certainly see why.
For a moment he thought about pointing out that Germany didn’t need North Africa and that any forces sent there would be as good as lost. But he didn’t. He wasn’t mad.