Category: War
WW1: Hidden Traces
Berlin was collapsing, the Reich was finished, and Georg Diers still had one terrifying steel monster left to fight with. This is the brutal, strange, and curiously compelling story of Germany’s last operational Tiger tank and the man who rode it into the end of the world.
Villains, Warfighters, and Why This Story Still Grabs You by the Throat

The Nazis are nature’s perfect villains. These original jack-booted thugs murdered entire people groups simply because they found them to be inconvenient. It is literally impossible to get away with saying anything positive about World War 2-vintage National Socialists in modern woke America. This is quite understandable. The Nazis were objectively horrible in every conceivable way.
After the war, there were actually strikingly few Nazis. Most everyone, from little old lady civilians to recently demobilized combat veterans, said they were all just following orders and that they had no idea that the atrocities were taking place. Some of that might be true. Most of it probably was not. What is incontrovertible, however, is that the Germans during World War 2 produced some exceptionally effective soldiers.
The War Savants Who Rewired Modern Combat

In addition to being really snappy dressers, these guys literally wrote the book on modern combat tactics. Guderian’s blitzkrieg inspired the Air-Land Battle doctrine I was taught when I was in uniform. It drives whatever they are calling it these days as well.
The Germans showed us that audacity and flexibility were the keys to success in modern war, and that the ability to reorganize badly attritted combat units on the fly seriously enhanced their effectiveness.
German tactical decision-making was pushed down to the lowest possible level. Initiative was both encouraged and rewarded. We see that demonstrated in spades in the US Army today. That all really blossomed with the Heer and the Waffen SS during the Second World War.
With the world crumbling around them in 1945 and the Allies advancing on all fronts, ravaged German combat units coalesced for a desperate yet futile last stand. A core of what remained of the German war machine fell back to Berlin to defend der Führer in his final days, desperately hoping for some kind of dark miracle. Arguably the most compelling example of this most compelling time was Georg Diers and Germany’s very last operational Tiger tank.
The Tiger I, The Machine That Terrified Allied Troops

The Tiger tank was a masterstroke of marketing genius. While it was an undeniably impressive war machine, it was hardly invulnerable. However, Allied troops the world over were rightfully terrified of the thing.
The Tiger came in two broad flavors. The Tiger I had its origins in the 1937-vintage Durchbruchwagen or “breakthrough vehicle.” The proposal for this machine stipulated that it weigh between 30 and 33 tons and be sufficiently swarthy as to crush all comers. The actual weight ended up being roughly twice that. This concept vehicle eventually evolved into the Panzerkampfwagen VI, which was the definitive first Tiger tank.
1,347 copies were eventually produced. Despite weighing sixty tons, the Tiger I was relatively fast with a top speed of 28 mph on a smooth surface. The Tiger’s armor protection was legendary, and its KwK 36 L/56 88mm main gun would kill any armored vehicle on Planet Earth at any reasonable range. The real beast, however, was the subsequent Königstiger or King Tiger.
Tiger II: Bigger, Meaner, and Far Less Forgiving

We call it the Tiger II. The Germans actually designated the vehicle the Panzerkampfwagen Tiger Ausf. B. This literally translates to Tiger B. Aside from sharing a common Maybach HL 230 P30 V-12 petrol engine, the Tiger I and Tiger II were otherwise completely dissimilar.
Introduced in 1944, the Tiger II weighed 69 tons and sported a longer, meaner 88mm main gun than did the Tiger I. When it worked, the Tiger II did about 25 mph on the road. However, the Tiger II was plagued with mechanical gremlins from the very outset.
492 copies saw service by war’s end. The Tiger II figured prominently in Operation Watch on the Rhine, the late 1944 German offensive through the Ardennes that we christened the Battle of the Bulge. The tale of the last operational Tiger II to see action drips with both drama and pathos.
Georg Diers, The Forgotten Soldier Behind Germany’s Last Tiger

SS-Unterscharfüher Georg Diers was a noncommissioned officer in the Waffen SS in 1945. With the war winding down, he found himself in command of Königstiger 314 with SS Panzerabteilung 503. Diers and his mates were tasked with the hopeless mission of defending Berlin against the inevitable Russian onslaught.
Georg Diers was born in 1921 in Niedersachsen, Germany. He originally worked on a farm but also trained as an apprentice butcher. In 1939, Diers volunteered for the Waffen-SS. He first saw combat with the Wiking Division on the Eastern Front from 1941 to 1942. He was badly wounded while fighting in Grozny.
From Farm Kid to Tank Man: How Diers Landed in a Königstiger

After an extensive convalescence, Diers was again ready for action in the summer of 1943. He was then assigned to III SS Panzer Korps under the command of Obergruppenführer Felix Steiner. In this capacity, Diers served in Yugoslavia fighting against Tito’s partisans. While in Yugoslavia, he was transferred to the Panzerwaffe. Georg Diers was now a tank man.
Diers completed training on the Königstiger in January of 1945. He immediately deployed to the Eastern Front as part of a massive force of forty-two Mk VII Tiger II tanks. Once there, they aggressively attacked, rupturing the Soviet lines.
Despite these local successes, German units found themselves in various stages of annihilation by April of 1945. Diers’ Tiger 314 and Königstiger 100 were therefore task organized as part of a Kampfgruppe alongside the 33rd SS Division Charlemagne. The 33rd SS was comprised of French expats fighting for the Nazi cause.
The war was clearly lost, and, thanks to some epically poor judgment, these unfortunate Frogs were royally screwed. They had clearly picked the wrong team. With little left to lose, the Charlemagne Division fought like lions. Curiously, these misguided Frenchmen found themselves at war’s end tasked with the defense of Berlin. Diers served under an SS battalion commander named SS Sturmbannführer Fritz Herzig.
Berlin 1945: A Hopeless Last Stand Inside a Steel Beast

Please cut me some slack on the details. Several sources disagreed on the particulars. It was a chaotic time.
The Königstiger was indeed a formidable weapon, but the Russians blanketed the area with a seemingly endless deluge of artillery shells. They also made widespread use of flamethrowers. These weapons took a toll on even the vaunted Tigers. However, despite these impediments, Diers and his wingman cut the attacking Russians to pieces.
Diers and his sister tank, Tiger 100, were directed to attack from Potsdamer Station to Anhalter Station, several blocks away in the heart of Berlin. These two massive German juggernauts engaged in a running fight with numerous Russian T34 and JS2 tanks. Tiger 100 was eventually shot to pieces and abandoned.
After a frenetic gun battle, Diers’ track and another tank regrouped at the Reich Chancellery. At 11 o’clock on 30 April, these two armored vehicles refueled and rearmed at Goebbels’ nearby villa in preparation for occupying battle positions near the Reichstag.
Over the course of about 45 minutes, Diers and his wingman engaged large numbers of Soviet tanks across the River Spree. Along the way, Diers’ Tiger took twelve hits to the turret, none of which penetrated. During the battle for Berlin, SS-Unterscharfüher Diers and his crew purportedly accounted for an extraordinary thirty-nine Soviet tanks destroyed.
Enraged Soviets were swarming into the city like ants. Diers engaged the massed infantry attacks with his machine guns and high-explosive rounds out of his long-barreled 88mm gun. His Tiger was subjected to suffocating artillery fire throughout this merciless fight. The incessant mind-numbing clanging inside the hull must have been unimaginable.

Diers’ two battered tanks were eventually directed to again regroup adjacent to the Reich Chancellery. By this point, Adolf Hitler was already dead. Protracted activity outside their tank was intolerably dangerous due to the overwhelming superiority of Soviet artillery.
Amidst the chaos, Diers was ordered to report directly to Joseph Goebbels himself. There, he supposedly found Martin Bormann along with Generals Burgdorf, Weidling, Krukenberg, and Mohnke. Goebbels briefed Diers on the latest battlefield developments and directed a breakthrough to the north. Hitler’s psychopathic propaganda minister killed himself soon thereafter.
From the vicinity of Weidendammer Bridge, Diers struck out northwards towards Oranienburg. With the war now lost, the ultimate objective was to surrender to British-Canadian forces in Schleswig-Holstein. Entering Soviet captivity was considered tantamount to suicide, particularly for an SS tank commander. No more than five tanks remained operational for this final desperate mission.

At midnight on 2 May, Diers and his small armored contingent attempted to break through Soviet lines. As soon as the Russians realized what they were doing, they cut loose with everything they had. It was only the legendary strength of their machine that allowed Diers and his men to prevail.
Eventually, Diers met Major-General Bärenfänger. Bärenfänger directed them along a new route designed to better facilitate their escape. However, after only about 100 meters, Tiger 314 ran over a German anti-tank mine. Diers reported to Bärenfänger that it would take about two hours to repair the damage. The Königstiger was indeed a rugged machine, but it could not shrug off a Teller mine to the tracks.

Realizing they did not have two hours to spend working on a wounded tank amidst such suffocating Russian artillery, Major-General Bärenfänger pragmatically directed Diers and his crew to blow up their Tiger and attempt a breakout on foot. They subsequently snatched up their personal weapons, destroyed the vehicle, and attempted to reach the British and Canadian lines.
Despite their best efforts, Diers was eventually captured by the Soviets. He was interrogated in the summer of 1945 outside Berlin before being shipped first to Moscow and then on to Minsk.
Diers spent most of the next five years in Soviet labor camps. At Christmas of 1949, the veteran SS tank man was finally repatriated to what was then West Germany. Once there, the commander of Germany’s last operational Tiger tank found work as a butcher.
After the Firestorm: What Became of Georg Diers

Georg Diers eventually built up his own company making and selling hot dogs. In 1983, he sold his business and retired. Afterwards, Diers settled down alongside his wife in his home village of Niedersachsen.
In retirement, Diers enjoyed hunting moose in northern Sweden alongside a Swedish Waffen SS veteran and friend named Ingmar Somberg. The two men hunted together well into the 1970s. He also made time to stalk big game in Africa as well. It was a curious end to the man who commanded Germany’s last operational Tiger tank.
Tiger I and Tiger II Specifications at a Glance
| Machine | Tiger I | Tiger II |
|---|---|---|
| Official Designation | Panzerkampfwagen VI | Panzerkampfwagen Tiger Ausf. B |
| Origins / Introduction | Origins in the 1937-vintage Durchbruchwagen | Introduced in 1944 |
| Weight | sixty tons | 69 tons |
| Main Gun | KwK 36 L/56 88mm main gun | longer 88mm main gun |
| Top Speed | 28 mph on a smooth surface | about 25 mph on the road |
| Engine | Maybach HL 230 P30 V-12 petrol engine | Maybach HL 230 P30 V-12 petrol engine |
| Production / Service Total | 1,347 copies | 492 copies |
| Notable Characteristic | legendary armor protection | mechanical gremlins from the outset |
Pros and Cons of the Tiger II, According to History
- Pros: Crushing battlefield presence, tremendous armor protection, devastating 88mm gun, terrifying psychological effect, capable of surviving shocking punishment when everything worked.
- Cons: Mechanical unreliability, brutal fuel demands, enormous weight, vulnerable tracks, difficult logistics, and a habit of becoming a very expensive pillbox when something broke.

According to multiple reports this week, things got bad on the USS Lincoln. Food was short, supplies were short, the Marines and Sailors aboard the vessel had not been off-ship in months. Things got so bad, it was reported that by the time rescue crews arrived, the Marines had consumed most of the seamen aboard the USS Lincoln.
Okay maybe that last part isn’t true, but things were bad! As of today, the USS Lincoln has just begun its journey back home after a 9 month deployment in support of the ongoing Iran war.
Of course, predictably, this situation immediately became a partisan issue (as with everything these days). The discourse surrounding the situation revolved mostly around whether or not you thought these servicemen and women should just “suck it up” and deal with the burden of being deployed.
I think this is a stupid point of view in 2026–especially as the United States Military remains the most heavily funded (by a factor of many) military on the planet. The idea that we could spend a $1 Trillion on our defense budget and somehow not be able to get a few resupplies to this ship is absurd and an abject failure of leadership at all levels.
If we’re going to be the empire that can project force all over the planet, then let’s be that. However, that means we also don’t get the luxury of excuses when we fall short of taking care of our service members.
George lived about a block from where I grew up. A Vietnam veteran and avid hunter, he came back from the war and opened a gunsmith shop attached to his home. Every morning, he simply walked from his kitchen out onto his driveway and into his shop. He spent his days working on customer’s firearms and then wrapped up in time for supper. His precious wife taught me sixth grade.

I came of age in the 1970s. Back then, the internet was but a gleam in a young Al Gore’s eye. I will be forever thankful for that fact. With a relative dearth of stupid, mindless things to do, I spent my time after school wandering the neighborhood on my bicycle. One of my regular stops was George’s gun shop.
Now picture this in your mind. George is a grownup with a family. Some 11-year-old kid pedals up to his shop a day or two a week and just waltzes in to kill time. I didn’t have two dimes to rub together. I couldn’t have afforded to buy a box of ammo from this guy. Yet he was always patient and considerate, walking me through whatever project he was working on and fielding my often-asinine gun-related questions. A great deal of what launched me on a successful career in the firearms industry began with me sitting on an ammo box listening to George just talk about guns, Vietnam and life.

Back then, the publication Shotgun News (Firearms News these days) came three times a month. Those things stacked up pretty quick as a result. George sent his old copies home with me. I pored over them compulsively and thought he was doing me a great favor. In retrospect, that just meant he didn’t have to throw them away, but I will be forever grateful.
War Stories
I don’t recall specifically what George’s job was or when he was in-country. I do remember some stories about 1st Cav fire bases, however. The one tale that really stands out involved a small supply convoy running cross country across open terrain. George was part of a security contingent assigned to shepherd this handful of deuce-and-a-half trucks safely through that dangerous country.

All went well until they cleared a modest hill and struck out across a wide open space. At that point they began receiving intense automatic weapons fire from an elevated ambush position. The convoy commander stopped the trucks and pulled everybody back behind the cover of the hill to assess the situation.
They soon found themselves at an impasse. Whenever they eased around the hill in view of the well-sited fighting position, the VC fired upon them. They had an M2 .50-cal. machine gun on a ring mount on a truck and a recoilless rifle mounted on a jeep for security.
However, in short order, they had expended all of their available ammunition for both of these heavy weapons. Nobody was in any big hurry to give their lives so that the guys on the far end could enjoy their mail and Mermite cans full of hot chow.

With the benefit of hindsight, I don’t see why the convoy commander could not just ring up a little air support. Unimaginably lethal air assets are what reliably separate American military operations from most everybody else on Planet Earth. As a former Army aviator myself, I was a small part of all that airborne carnage.
However, for whatever reason, helicopter gunships or, better yet, fast moving Tac Air from the Air Force or Navy were not on the menu that day. Perhaps the weather was bad or radio coverage was spotty. Regardless, this was to be a come-as-you-are fight. With daylight fading and everyone getting antsy, George volunteered to take a buddy or two and get this thing sorted.
Weaponry
These were hills, not mountains. With a little time to maneuver, George struck out on foot to circle around the modest terrain feature that was shielding his hill from the VC fighting position. He was carrying an M16A1 rifle charged with 20-round magazines. He explained that they never stuffed more than eighteen rounds in these boxes to ensure optimal reliability.

We take reliable proper-capacity rifle magazines for granted these days. However, these were the days before PMAGs and anti-tilt followers. Those flimsy aluminum magazines were originally envisioned as being disposable. You had to take care back then to keep your mags happy and your weapon clean to get reliable operation out of those early M16 rifles.
Tactical Details
George crept around behind the enemy position and ascended the reverse slope of the hill in question via stealth. Carefully peeking over the top, he spotted two VC behind a pair of AK-47 rifles focused intently away from him and in the direction of the covered convoy. They had no idea he was there.

These two guys had clearly put some effort into preparing their fighting position. They were within easy range of the road and had stacked modest boulders around to form a parapet behind which they could hide. That had effectively shielded them from the recoilless rifle and Ma Deuce. However, in so doing, they had also hollowed out a rocky depression in which to array themselves and their substantial supply of Combloc ammunition. This was to be their ultimate undoing.
Ambushing the Ambushers
When the time seemed right, George leapt to his feet and emptied his magazine into the enemy fighting position from the top on rock and roll. That’s normally a really inefficient way to prosecute this hard business. It tends to waste ammunition and results in abysmal accuracy. However, not this time. Given his superior vantage and the rocky backstop, that full auto M16 was the perfect tool.

George said his rounds chewed into the two Viet Cong irregulars and then ricocheted around the surrounding rocks making everything hugely worse. The two VC died on the spot. George policed up the weapons along with whatever else might be of interest to the intel guys on the other end and made his way back to the waiting convoy. They completed the mission by sundown.
Ruminations
Nothing about war is glorious or cool. We expect military service to be fun and exciting, and it is that, to a degree. I willingly drank that Kool-Aid myself. Sitting on that ammo can listening to George dispassionately relate what he had to do to get the food and mail through on that now-forgotten afternoon in South Vietnam drove home the grisly reality of the enterprise. George wasn’t particularly proud of what he did that day. It was just something that had to be done.
War, even a little bit of it, changes a man. A lot of war invariably changes a man a lot. No matter the time, the place or the kit, the human part is always the same — young people fighting for those on their left and their right.