Knight's Cross With Oak Leaves
The Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves was based on the enactment Reichsgesetzblatt I S. 849 of 3 June 1940. A total of 7 awards were made in 1940; 50 in 1941; 111 in 1942; 192 in 1943; 328 in 1944, and 194 in 1945, giving a total of 882 recipients—excluding the 8 foreign recipients of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves.
The number of 882 Oak Leaves recipients is based on the analysis and acceptance of the order commission of the Association of Knight's Cross Recipients (AKCR). Author and historian Veit Scherzer has challenged the validity of 27 of these listings. With the exception of Hermann Fegelein, all of the disputed recipients had received the award in 1945, when the deteriorating situation of the Third Reich during the final days of World War II left the nominations unfinished in various stages of the approval process.
- List of Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves recipients (1940–1941)
- List of Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves recipients (1942)
- List of Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves recipients (1943)
- List of Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves recipients (1944)
- List of Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves recipients (1945)
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