ELEFANT
ELEFANT


The Elefant (originaly called Ferdinand after it's designer, Ferdinand Porsche) had like the Panther, a bad intrduction at Kursk were the Elefant was first used as a major offensive weapon. Unlike the Panther however, which became loved by its crews and respected by its enemies, the Elefant never achieved success.
Only 90 of these giants were built.

This monster of armour carried 200mm of armour in the front which offered incrediable protection. It's 80mm thick sides and back was formidable as well. With all the weight that came with such armour protection, the Elefant was vary slow with poor mobility. Once it's infantry support had been beaten off, the Elefant suffered badly at the hands of Russian soldiers with flame-trowers, Molotov cocktails or explosive charges.
The first Elefants lacked a machine gun that only added to it's vulnerability.

With lessons learned at Kursk, future models carried a machine gun in the front hull. Despite this, the Elefent was never destined to be an assault weapon. However, used correctly, the Elefant had something to offer.
As a long range tank killer, it was the best in its day, totally impervious frontally to enemy fire and capable of knocking out a T-34 at three miles in open country. Despite this impressive ability, it was no more than a slow moving pill box.
Due to heavy losses and spare parts problems, the Elefant eventually vanished from the battlefield.



Specifications of the
ELEFANT

WEIGHT

66.9 Tons

CREW

6

ARMAMENT

88mm Pak 43/2

ARMOUR

200 mm front, 80mm sides/back

ENGINE

Two each, Maybach HL120TRM V-12, 530 hp

SPEED

12.5 mph

RANGE

95 miles

LENGTH

26' 10"

WIDTH

11' 3"

HEIGHT

9' 10"



… A War Note …

German divisional Chaplin, Martin Tarnow, in his notes “last hours,” has described the suffering and death of so many men.
“Voda, voda (water): Some wounded men lay in some kind of barn, among them a few Russians. In the face of death there where no longer any enemies. Again and again came the penetrating cry of a Russian: ‘Voda, voda.’ I gave him my water bottle; he drained it in one grateful swig. When I raised his blanket, I saw the blood soaked bandage. A stomach wound; no hope. We couldn’t understand each other, but suddenly he grasped my silver cross. Perhaps, he too, had a cross at home, hanging on the wall of his parent’s house? I thought of Christ on the cross, who had once cried out, ‘Today thou shalt be with me in paradise.’ It was not long before his hand released my cross; he died very quickly. In dying, I believed he was consoled…”



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