The British realising what was at stake, defended themselves like bulldogs. Suddenly and entirely unexpectedly they penetrated in a powerful counter-attack supported by tanks into the village of Galatas, whoese defences were not ready, and almost succeeded, following behind the tanks and reaching the edge of the village.
A dreadful night-time street battle ensued, which continued undiminished until dawn. At the crack of dawn, Galatas was in the hands of the Gebirgsjäger; the British, aware of the threatening envelopment by the Gruppe Kraku had given up key positions and retreated. The rising sun shone on a gruesome picture of the nocturnal battle. Many brave, death-defying soldiers, friend and foe were lying in the streets, on the heights, and in the gardens. The price of victory was hight but not too high.
Gen Julius Ringel’s account of the counter-attack at Galatas, Kreta.