April 10th 1940 (2)
Trondheim was the site of heavy fighting. Men of 3.Gebirgsjäger Div pushed hard against the 12th Norwegian infantry regiment. By nightfall the brave defenders were left only having a secure hold on the local airfield. In Trondheim harbour German infantry busied themselves securing the moorings for the troop ships they hoped were arriving tomorrow..
Major Larsen hurried around his men, checking everyone was prepared. He didn’t know why it was so important to hold here. The city was all but lost and there were no military planes using the airstrip. But his orders said hold, so hold is what he would do.
Korvettenkapitän Hans-Georg Zimmer of Z5 watched as the HMS Birmingham almost split in two as his torpedoes struck her starboard side. His jubilation was very much short lived though. Steaming in from the west was HMS Suffolk (CA)
Not knowing what other RN vessels were heading towards him, Hellmuth Heye ordered the remainder of the surface fleet to fall back to better protect the unarmed ships carrying 1.Panzer to shore. Coming into range of a Norwegian shore fort, the Admiral Hipper fired in support of the landings.
Captain Harris was not amused. A hole had been torn in the side of his ship. Torpedoes fired from a previously unseen German Submarine had left his ship damaged but still operational. A voice from behind almost startled him “I’m so sorry Captain, that last hit. I wasn’t expecting it, I...I dropped the urn”
The Captain sighed “Better get back to the galley and get another brew on Perkins. Can’t give Jerry what for without one” One of his officers, his head shaking could be heard mumbling “Ruining a good cup of tea. it’s just not cricket I tell you.”
With RAF Hurricanes flying overhead Major Larsen was encouraged. Maybe if he held here then soon there would be more!
A small skirmish with some German Pioneers soon escalated to a full blown engagement with both sides taking heavy losses.
Pferdmann was thrown to the floor. He could hear the ship creak and groan under the strain. “Herr General! It’s time to get you ashore with your men Her General.”
That was Hellmuth Heye talking. British Torpedo bombers meant only one thing, A British Carrier. It was time to fall back.
HMS Suffolk took a parting shot at the nearby Z5 as she withdrew from contact.
April 11th 1940 (3)
The last of the Norwegian defenders at Trondheim had fled. The city along with its harbour and airfield now lay in German hands.
The first formations of 1.Panzer division made landfall and quickly organised themselves for combat. Generalleutnant Pferdmann would be joining them tomorrow and it was imperative the area was secured.
Also arriving with the first ships were men able to get the local airfield operational. They were too far north for planes to support them but with this airfield they’d have a base to fly from and for the first time provide Pferdmann and his men with airsupport.
Even whilst the remainder of the surface fleet withdrew, Z5, under the command of Hans-Georg Zimmer sailed hard to keep contact with the retreating HMS Suffolk. Pressing hard his ship took some big hits but he never once doubted this course of action. If he could keep track of the enemy Cruiser then U-33 could easily sink her. IF.
“That’s it boys, give Jerry a damned good thrashing!” There were cheers from the command deck of the HMS Suffolk. Flight after flight of Swordfish torpedo bombers delivered their deadly cargo into the port side of Z5. Never designed to withstand such an assault she was soon listing heavily and sinking beneath the waves.
