Cross the Road (Battle)

[reverend]

Location: Somewhere in Italy
Time: 1042
Weather: Overcast, chance of rain.

James peered over the ruins of a low brick fence; the building in front of him looked fairly solid and would make for a good observation post for the main highway, bombs or artillery hadn’t hit most of the buildings in this area so they where still in pretty good condition. Stacking up behind him was his squad, Grosser, Horsly, Harris, Teller, Black and Meers. They where good men, and well trained, but this was their first mission into enemy territory and James hoped they would be able to handle it. It was also his first patrol as well; he would have to prove himself. He looked at each man individually; Jack Grosser was short and built like a bulldog, his thick chest looked like it wanted to burst out of his uniform. Ben Horsly was quite tall and skinny, the others called him “stretch” and even his M1 Garand looked short next to him. Craig Harris was of medium build and had a large moustache that made him look more like a car salesman then a soldier. Franky Teller looked to be the youngest, James thought he had lied about his age in order to join but could find no proof of his age. Tom Black was the smallest and skinniest of the lot, but he had an unbelievable amount of speed and was quite accurate with his M1, and Alan Meers was bringing up the rear, the tough little red head liked to brag that he was unmatched with a blade.

With a grunt James stood up and ran forward to the back door of the building, his men followed him, Grosser and Harris stacked up across him while the others came in behind him. James mouthed a countdown from three before signalling Grosser, who jumped back from the wall and put a kick into the door so strong that it snapped off its rusty hinges and fell to the floor. Before the door had even hit the ground Harris was though the frame and into the building, followed quickly by Grosser, James and the others. They spread out and found themselves in a large room with four doors on the east and west walls and a large double door directly ahead of them. James gave quick motions with his hands to each door and his soldiers split into pairs and breached them, checking to make sure the building was empty of enemy troops. Their footsteps echoed much louder then James liked in the large empty rooms, the whole building had been sacked, and not a single scrap of furniture was left. With a deep sigh James looked at his watch, 1042 hours. It had taken far too long for them to get here.

Teller and Meers came trotting over to him from the far left room.
‘Sir, there’s a burning truck outside blowing thick smoke down the street.’
‘Was it hit by a shell?’
‘No sir, it just looks like someone set it on fire.’ James moved forward into the room and peered out the window, the truck was indeed in ideal condition, save for the flames licking over its cargo hold.
‘Ok, forget the truck. If there was anything vital in it its long gone.’ He walked back into the main room, signalling for his men to group up on him.
‘Ok boys, I want at least two sets of eyes on that highway at all times, the truck may have broken down and been abandoned by a convoy. Enemy patrols haven’t been game enough to come this far out yet but HQ thinks they may be using this road as a supply rout, if so, they may have small patrols or checkpoints along it so be alert. Black and Teller, you two take the left room, Harris and Grosser, you two take the right. Horsly and Meers I you two on either door, if the others see something you let me know right away.’
The men moved off quickly, each picking a window so they could see the highway the smoke made it difficult to see much down the west road, but they manned their positions without complaint.

Made this a link. Bad stretchy.

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[Matthaeus Hinrichs]

Map

[[ooc: Can you please put a link to the map instead of an image. Your stretching the page bad.]]

Honestly, the day had gone very slow as of what Matthaeus believed. He had no Cigarettes and nothing to eat making his stomach rumble very often. This was as annoying as anyone could believe. Every few seconds his stomach would make a rumble and then gurgle around a bit before quieting down only to start up again a few seconds later.

The only good fact for this was that Matthaeus was out of his office and away from the damn paper work that had mounded itself over the Spartan wood desk. Matthaeus walked into the hallway of the house that was now occupied by the axis control. From what HQ said, there were reports of an enemy patrol moving through the area. What they had on them was unknown but a scout earlier that day had sawn them. They called on Matthaeus to lead a squad in, exterminate them, and then move out. Easy task right?

Looking around the room he nodded and then waved two of his fingers at his squad. "Sie drei, dort. Gehen Sie, in Richtung zur Wand dorthin aber halten Sie weg von den Fenstern. Zeigen Sie sich nicht in jenen Fenstern wegen der Scharfschützen. Für alle wissen wir, daß dieser Platz mit Amerikanern kriechen könnte."

Matthaeus watched as the three privates went off, getting down towards the floor when they reached the window only to get back up and cover their assignment. Then he turned to the rest of the privates. "Alles Recht bedecken Sie zwei die Tür. Öffnen Sie es nicht es sei denn Ihr erklärt, um so zu tun. Sie, erhalten die rechte Seite des Fensters. Schleichen dort, können wir nicht ermittelt werden. Ich erhalte die linke Seite des Fensters. Tun Sie nicht nichts, es sei denn ich Ihnen zwei erkläre. Wir müssen warten, daß das, das hier italienisch ist erhält."

Matthaeus made sure that the privates did what his orders were before he let out a sigh and moved up to the left of the window. He knew the Allies were out there somewhere, and they had been hoping form building to building. Soon they would show up to this one, and the allies would be no more.


Translations:

Sie drei, dort. Gehen Sie, in Richtung zur Wand dorthin aber halten Sie weg von den Fenstern. Zeigen Sie sich nicht in jenen Fenstern wegen der Scharfschützen. Für alle wissen wir, daß dieser Platz mit Amerikanern kriechen könnte

You three, over there. Go towards the wall over there but keep away from the windows. Don’t show yourself in those windows because of snipers. For all we know this place could be crawling with Americans.

Alles Recht bedecken Sie zwei die Tür. Öffnen Sie es nicht es sei denn Ihr erklärt, um so zu tun. Sie, erhalten die rechte Seite des Fensters. Schleichen dort, können wir nicht ermittelt werden. Ich erhalte die linke Seite des Fensters. Tun Sie nicht nichts, es sei denn ich Ihnen zwei erkläre. Wir müssen warten, daß das, das hier italienisch ist erhält

All right you two cover the door. Don’t open it unless your told to do so. You, get the right side of the window. Crawl over there, we can not be detected. I’ll get the left side of the window. Don’t do anything unless I tell you two. We need to wait for that Italian to get here

[Murdo Boss]

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They’d come upon a beautiful Italian chateau when Sgt. Boss rose his closed fist and dropped to a knee behind the cover of a short wooden fence. Behind him, his six-man squad crouched like he, in a staggered file formation, their nervous eyes scanning the area around them just like the Sergeant had taught them. Three weeks. They’d only been in France for three weeks and now were on their first scouting mission.

Mungo had been given the assignment not only because of his experience, but also as a quasi punishment for an incident that had occurred while on leave not a week prior. The incident in question was…questionable at best and involved a little black deaf girl and an angry farmer with one hell of a shiner. Without any witnesses though, no charges were pressed by the farmer, however instead of being assigned battle hardened troops from other units to his platoon like Mungo had requested, he was given six replacements.

Back at the chateau, the sergeant ordered two privates up with hand signals, so Wilson and Cook hoisted themselves up over the fence and sprinted in a half crouch to the rear entrance of the building. When they were mounted up on the open doorway, the five other Commonwealth chaps did the same. However, instead of mounting up on the door as well, they breached through the open door hard, fast, and wordlessly, to find it already occupied. By Americans…

“Gree’ins lauds, ‘ow’s yer wahr gawn?” Greeted Mungo whilst simultaneously ordering his men around the building. Two privates in the flanking rooms, two in the foyer, and all were to take up defensive positions overlooking the road. As per Sgt. Boss’ half-assed personal lessons, they kept low and away from the doors and windows to avoid being spotted by patrols and snipers alike.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

The City was beautiful, truly a magnificent sight to behold, colourful tapestries hung from every window, the streets where filled with the laughter of people who where quite simply enjoying themselves and the air was thick with the smell of food. Every persons face was bright with joy and happiness, children ran about as they played under a crystal clear blue sky. Truly magnificent, and utterly saddening at the thought that these streets that had known such beauty where now reduced to crumbling, abandoned buildings. That single thought wiped the images of the children playing from Christopher’s eyes. The bright tapestries hung in tatters, grey and shredded from the bombings or looters, the aroma of food had been replaced by the stale stench of explosives and broken rock.

It almost brought a tear to his eye to think of how much had changed, and he wondered if these streets would ever come alive again like they use too. Now the only life in the area was either bad tempered Germans or angry Americans. The Allies had managed to push this far into Italy, and much to the dismay of the Italian Military Commanders they where gaining foot holds in the mountains. They had been taking small towns and villages one by one for the better part of a month, and no one was happy about it. A German CO had even been sent in to assess the situation and decide where best to place troops. No doubt he would put Christopher and his in a spot with a direct line of sight from enemy artillery and then say it was learn the enemies position. Most of the Italians Christopher knew didn’t get along with the German rank and file, the Germans just seemed far too arrogant and they looked down on the Italian soldiers who fought alongside them.

But the Italians under Christopher’s command would prove them wrong, his men would show the Germans that just because Italy lacked the most modern equipment didn’t mean they couldn’t fight effectively. Christopher let out a small chuckle at that thought as he looked at the MG 42 resting on his shoulder, just because his men didn’t need the fancy German weaponry to fight, didn’t mean they wouldn’t use it if the opportunity arose. Christopher gained possession of his famous bullet hose while defending a convoy from an ambush. The original owner had been gunned down before he could even get a shot off, leaving a perfectly fine machine gun up for grabs by anyone daring enough to take it. Christopher was quite fond of his hard gotten weapon, and it was rarely out of his sight. He knew the Germans didn’t like the idea of an Italian having one of their precious guns, but they would have to pry the weapon from Christopher’s cold dead hands before he would give it up.

Christopher and his squad had been sneaking their way towards the main highway for the past few hours with orders to link up with and provide support too a German unit that was patrolling the area. When Christopher informed his men that they would be coming under the orders of a German they responded exactly how he had hoped they would. This was their chance to show the Germans first hand how well the Italians could fight.

Movement ahead of them stopped Christopher in his tracks and he dropped down to the ground, swinging his MG 42 off his shoulder as he did so and planted it in the ground. His offsider Domanic Bellise landed next him, his Carcano M91 still slung over his shoulder and he grabbed the belt of bullets, holding them up to they could be pulled into the breach easier. Christopher could have done it himself, he had practiced firing the weapon alone and had gotten quite good at it, but having two hands to aim the mighty MG 42 was always better then one. The other four men behind him followed suit and dropped to the ground, bringing their weapons up and aiming in the same direction as Christopher. A hiss came from behind a wall and Christopher answered with a light whistle, everyone lowered their weapons as Aldo Lettichinie came around the corner and crouched beside Christopher.

‘Ci stiamo avvicinando il link su punto. E 'in questo edificio proprio davanti a noi.’ He said, pointing to a structure about five houses up. ‘I tedeschi sono già lì’ He said before falling back into line with the others. Christopher got to his feet with the rest of his squad and moved forward quickly to the back door. He called though the opening in very bad German. ‘Freundschaftsspiel kommenden obwohl’ . Before he stepped through the door with his men on his heels. They quickly found that the German squad had already set themselves up against the windows. He muttered under his breath to his men ‘Prendere le altre finestre, mostrare loro che sappiamo quello che stiamo facendo.’ As his men moved off Christopher walked forward to the German CO. ‘ Erster Zug Pelican Unternehmen hier zu unterstützen.’




Translations:
Ci stiamo avvicinando il link su punto. E 'in questo edificio proprio davanti a noi. – We are nearing the link up point, its that building just ahead of us.


I tedeschi sono già lì – The Germans are already there.

Freundschaftsspiel kommenden obwohl – Friendlies coming though.

Prendere le altre finestre, mostrare loro che sappiamo quello che stiamo facendo. – Take the other windows, show them we know what we are doing.


Erster Zug Pelican Unternehmen hier zu unterstützen. – First platoon Pelican company here to support you.

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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private A
Private B
Private C
Private D
Private E
Private F

Morale
Units in the Western half of the building are happy, but those in the Eastern section are getting strong whiffs of acrid smoke, and with limited visibility they are slightly unsure what they are doing there.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Higher than Allied morale. Italian soldiers are being fuelled by patriotism, giving them a slight advantage, and the fact they are not being hindered by smoke is always useful.

Actions:
- Firstly, Sergeant Boss can you write your NPC's in your division roster so they have names and none go missing.

- Apart from that, well, it was a neutral.

- The sun is in a position where it's not really a hinder to anybody at the moment.

- There are a few mildy interesting birds landing on top of the Allied house.

[reverend]

James looked up as the back door was breached, his rifle and the rifles of the two men in the room with him rose instantly to the figures bursting though. He didn’t know why he or his men didn’t open fire, the surprise should have been enough to make everyone drop low and hail rounds out the door. Maybe it was the colour of the uniforms the men where wearing that had stopped James from pulling the trigger. They weren’t wearing the grey of the Germans, but the green of allied troops.
James lowered his weapon slightly to get a better look at them, once he had decided that they where not enemies he got to his feet and walked towards the men, one of them spoke to him, though James could barely understand him he recognised the Scottish accent.
‘I’m second lieutenant James Goodwill, 1st platoon Charlie company of the 3rd infantry brigade. Not to look a gift horse of extra men in the mouth, but who are you and what are you doing here?’

James had not been told of any reinforcements and he didn’t like surprises in the field. Perhaps they had been sent after James for some reason, maybe to carry a message? That thought quickly died out as the Scotsmen’s men moved into positions in the house. They must be here to back him up. But why would a simple observation post need this many men? It would make them far easier to spot, more men meant a better chance of someone messing up. James’ thoughts where cut short as Meer’s came up to him and said in a very low voice,
‘Sir, we may have spotted movement in the opposite house.’ James blinked once as he registered this information and rushed off to the east room, crouching down and almost slithering into the room, he came up to Teller who was manning the roadside window. Teller didn’t even wait for James to ask before he started talking, his eyes never leaving the window, they where locked on the opposite house.
‘I think I saw movement in the house across the road, its hard to tell though the smoke but I’m sure I saw something.’

James thought for a moment before turning to Meer’s who had followed him into the room.
‘Go tell everyone to check the windows in the house opposite us then return to your post.’ James said as he walked back out into the main room and took up a position by one of the main windows next to the Scotsmen’s man. Peering out the window he scanned the building across from them but could see nothing moving out there except for the smoke from the burning truck

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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private A
Private B
Private C
Private D
Private E
Private F

Morale
Nervous. The supply of reinforcements and the possible movement across the road, as well as the lack of possible cover for an attack has the Allied soldiers slightly unwilling to be there.


Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Higher than Allied morale. They are still unaware of enemy soldiers, and are happy to sit where they are.

Actions:
- After the first sign of movement, very little if anything was seen.

- The allies can not conclusively say that there are enemy soldiers across the road, but they aren't ruling it out.

- Axis soldiers are remaining to stay still, they don't know they've been spotted, but are all running under the assumption that there is somebody ready to kill them. It's how they stay alive.

- The birds are still there, chirpping to one another very happily.

[Matthaeus Hinrichs]

The building was a bit quiet after all. Seven men inside of it, all looking out windows and being quiet. Some were rocking back and forth on there feet and trying to just pass the time. They all knew that the Back up would be there soon and that the Germans would only be there for a few more hours and they could turn back home and leave it to Their Italian back up.

Matthaeus let out a sigh before hearing the door on the side get opened up. Immediately he and the six privates pivoted towards the door rifles up until they heard the words signaling that they were friendly. Finally relief is here. We’ll be home soon. Matthaeus dropped down his rifle and nodded to what the Italian Said. ”Name and rank.” Matthaeus said to him in a short outburst.

After hearing his answer Matthaeus nodded and moved to look out of the eastern window. Unsure of what was out there the one thing he noticed was some birds. Very nice birds in fact bright with color and they were chirping away. This was very delightful until Matthaeus’s eyes decided to drift down and noticed the movement of people in the house across the street.

Turning his head to the Italian Matthaeus held up his hand to make a sign saying Be quiet. Scanning the window Matthaeus surely did notice people. After examining it a bit more the army they were with was clear. Americans. Matthaeus spoke up to the others ”Two Americans in the right window. Lightly armed. You, Italian, Get in this window and set up so you can cover the house. After you set up lay down some suppressive fire on that building.

[OOC: No change in the map]

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private A
Private B
Private C
Private D
Private E
Private F

Morale
Nervous. The supply of reinforcements and the possible movement across the road, as well as the lack of possible cover for an attack has the Allied soldiers slightly unwilling to be there.


Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Tense. Hinrich's standoffish attitude towards D'Dario has started to seed discontent in the Axis forces.

Actions:
- Hinrich, being less than racially sensitive, has quickly become unpopular with the Italian soldiers, who are all now thinking along the lines of "why are we working with this man?"

- The Axis have seen the Allies, and now the Allies have confirmed the Axis are in the building. Nobody has been given the order to fire yet, so nobody has fired.

[Murdo Boss]

As the barrels of three American rifles centered on Murdo and his boys, the thought that he had found the squad he’d been briefed about seemed about as right as it could be, so he lowered his own weapon before them and introduced himself. “Sergeant Murdo Boss, four’h platoon, able company aw dae sevent’ Armared Division. We was told ye boy’s moight need a ‘and,loads of Gaermen contact ken, all along dae line. Maistly little skarmishes, buh dae brass thought dis’d be a grea’ opportunihy fer my men to hit tha lines,” As he finished with his yapping, a young American private came over and addressed his CO, stating that enemies had been spotted out across the street in another house, not dissimilar to the one they were in now.

Whereas the 2LT rushed off to the east, Murdo rushed off the west and hit the ground as soon as he’d reached the doorway. In a rushed crawl, he managed to mount up on the farthest western window and peered along the side of it across the street, and at the three grey helmets he spotted on the other side. “Fookin Gaermens,” He muttered, unaware that the helmets were actually Italian, though even if he did it’s likely that he wouldn’t have cared any less. Fascists were fascists, and he hated every shape, size and nationality of em.

“Raise yer weapons!” Murdo hissed in a low whisper, so that inly the men in the room could hear him. “Buh dunnae aim em out dae windah yeh, jus’ eye dae target aye tells ya!” And with that he started listing off numbers, one for each of the other men in the room. When each of them were numbered, he started giving them targets, starting with the second on the right, so that he had his own target to shoot at when the fireworks began. However, there were four men in the room with him, making five targets overall, and yet he only saw four helmets on the other side of the street.

To even it out he simply told the fifth guy, Pvt. Cook, who was the eyes on the far east of the room, to lay down suppressive fire on anything that fired back, and left it at that. Already idea’s were tearing through the sergeant’s mind as to how to assault the building, and the nagging problem that they had no automatic weapons in his squad, nor any explosives would be the make or break part of the plan. Assaulting any kind of fortified building was hard enough, but with bolt action rifles and no pyro was almost certainly suicide unless the plan utilized not only the lay of the land, but what they did have, which was guns. Accurate guns.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Anxious

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Tense.

Actions:
-Boss, giving his men targets, has brought confidence to the British soldiers.

- However, they are now looking possibly a bit too much, and they are presenting themselves to be fired upon.

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[Christopher J. D'Dario]

The Italian soldiers had taken up their positions along the west wall of windows. The Morettie twins where closest to the German soldiers and could hear what the two officers where saying. They caught the tone in the German commanders voice as he asked for a name and rank from their leader and could see that the German soldiers near them often looked at them with what seemed like disgust. ‘Questi tedeschi pensano che i loro così dannatamente alto e possente.’ Deluna whispered, he too had seen the looks the Germans where giving them.

Meanwhile Christopher was busy trying to suppress his annoyance at the German commanders attitude. He answered the question without letting his annoyance show in his voice. ‘Corporale Maggoire Christopher J. D’Dario’ He was tempted to ask the same question back to the German but caught himself before he spoke. He could hear whispered Italian from down the short hallway and knew that his men where thinking along the same lines as him, thoughts crossed his mind of just turning on his heel and walking out on the Germans. They were meant to be allies together but whenever Italian forces linked up with German they always seemed to compete. Today would be no different.

He came out of his slight brooding as the German officer began to speak again. They had spotted enemy soldiers in the house across the road. Christopher unslung his MG 42 from his shoulder, he was about to move forward to the window when the German gave him an order, but instead of calling him by his name he simply called him “You, Italian.” Christopher could feel a ball of anger begin to burn in the pit of his stomach, he wouldn’t have worried about being called by his rank, but to be addressed as “You Italian” set off a fire in Christopher that was quickly spreading. The anger pulsed adrenaline through his body and his mind seemed to double in pace as thoughts of filling the German before him with metal from his MG 42 flashed through his minds eye.

Instead of that he turned about and ran in a crouch down the hall towards his own men. He would obey the Germans order, but not in that window. If there where men in the room directly opposite from the German officer, then there would be men in the rest of the building, and from that window he would only be able to fire upon that single room with any real effect, plus there was a lot of smoke filling the street and Christopher liked to see what he was shooting at. He snapped the MG 42’s supports into position as he moved between one of the Morettie twins and a German. As soon as he stopped moving Bellise came over to him, the ammo belt was already in the machine gun and was ready to go. He looked at his men, and in their eyes he could see the same anger that he felt. They all looked tense, and Christopher was sure that if he ordered it they would turn their rifles on the Germans and gun them down. Instead they would show the Germans their skills; they would outdo the German soldiers and bury them in humiliation. The Germans would look at these Italian men differently by the end of today.

Bellise unslung his rifle and flipped it over in his hands, driving the butt of the rifle into the base of the window, shattering the glass and pushing it outside. It would no doubt draw attention to their position, but before the last shard of glass hit the ground outside Christopher had the MG 42 planted on the windowsill and could see human figures in the west windows. With a scream of an enraged madman he slammed the trigger back and let loose a hail of 7.92x57mm Mauser rounds with a muzzle velocity of 775 meters a second towards the enemy soldiers, strafe firing from west to east he intended to pepper as much of the house as he could and pin down or preferably kill the enemy soldiers. Without needing the order his men screamed out their own battle cries and pushed off the wall, bringing their weapons up and firing thought the glass at the enemy soldiers in the windows of the opposite house, they would be more accurate with their bolt action weapons. Hopefully, the honour of first blood would be theirs and they would be able to hold that over the arrogant Germans.


Translations:

Questi tedeschi pensano che i loro così dannatamente alto e possente. - These Germans think their so bloody high and mighty.


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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Slightly demoralised by the sight of their wounded. However, they are ready, willing and eager to fight on.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Ready to go, ready for combat.

Actions:
- D'Dario was spotted as he set up his MG and smashed the glass, one of Sergeant Boss's men breaking the news by saying "aw, fook."

- Very quickly, the firefight began. British and American rifles sparked up, D'Dario obviously the priority target.

- Initially, fire on D'Dario was suppressive, Allies just wishing to stop the Machine Gun opening up. The lack of aiming and a good amount of luck meant that neither D'Dario or Bellise were hit.

- The rest of the Axis rifles opened up as the MG42 began swinging from target to target.

- First blood was indeed drawn by D'Dario, one of the British Privates (Cook) in the far right was hit. The round hit the muscle mass on his left deltoid. Most of the muscle was stripped away as the round went straight through. The humeral artery is untouched, but enough veins have been severed to guarantee plenty of blood is leaking. The wound is not currently life threatening, but if not seen to it could become nasty. Cook now has very limited movement of his left arm (practically zero).

- The distraction caused by D'Dario allowed Hinrichs and his men the chances to fire. They were not as effective, but they managed to make the Eastern Allies cease firing on D'Dario.

- However, with the fire superiority of the Axis forces, they managed to avoid taking any casualties.

- The interesting birds have flown away, not without leaving the Allies a parting gift. A few soldiers noted the veritable wall of bird poop falling as they flew away.

- Sergeant Boss. Remember to put maps in your post if you are moving. I have moved you once, next time something bad may happen.

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James spotted the movement that had been reported to him, enemy troops where indeed occupying the house opposite them. He loaded a round into the chamber of his M1 Garand and looked back to his men in the room. He could hear the Scottish sergeant saying something but couldn’t make out what it was.
‘Tell everyone to prepare, mark targets and open fire on my mark.’ But just as he had finished speaking a window in the house was shattered, James’ locked his eyes onto the broken window just as the muzzle of a machinegun became visible. For a second his breath caught in his chest, this was the first time he had encountered enemy soldiers, and this was the first time he’d had a weapon pointed at him. His training kicked in and he shouted to his men, ‘Take cover!’ as he too ducked down behind the window. James thought he heard someone screaming just as the machinegun opened fire, its voice was terrible and James could hear the impacts of the bullets as they struck the walls of their building. The Glass above his head shattered and showered him in shards.

More gunfire joined the noise and James realized that some of his men where fighting back. James felt ashamed at his cowardice, he looked at his weapon, and reached up and felt the cross hanging from his neck. A resolve filled him and he stood up, swinging his rifle around towards the enemy building and shouted out a prayer.
‘Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee O lord.’ He pulled the trigger, sending a round towards the enemies hiding in the building.
‘And by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night.’ He fired again.
‘For the love of your only son!’ He saw movement in the east part of the building and turned his weapon towards it, firing another round.
‘Our savour!’ He pulled the trigger again, sending his forth shot towards his enemy.
‘Jesus Christ!’ He emptied the remainder of his bullets from his weapon, before ducking down and pulling a fresh clip form his ammo pouch. ‘Amen’

Once he had reloaded he turned and looked back at his men in the room, they where still in their positions, laying flat against the floor, ready to pass on any orders to the other men in the rooms either side of them. James thought for a second before shouting out ‘All units fire at will!’ Once the order had been relayed he pointed to both the men and motioned for them to follow him as he made his way into the east room, they all made their way there crawling along the floor. The Men in the room where returning fire to the opposite building, James went over to the side window, it had been shattered by the machinegun fire. James knocked out a few shards of glass from the bottom of the window and climbed out. He looked towards the enemy building, hoping the amount of smoke pouring from the burning truck would give them cover. Horsly and Meers where right behind him, together they crawled over to the front of the truck and took cover behind it.

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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:
American
Second Lieutenant Goodwill
Private Grosser
Private Horsley
Private Harris
Private Teller
Private Black
Private Meers

British
Sergeant Boss
Private Sweeney
Private Cook - Wounded, Moderate
Private White
Private Cheavliar
Private Wilson
Private Denham

Morale
Slightly demoralised by the sight of their wounded. However, they are ready, willing and eager to fight on.

Axis Soldiers:
German
Leutnant Hinrichs
Schutze Westberg
Schutze Roellecke
Schutze Herff
Schutze Fleck
Schutze Loibl
Schutze Groth

Italian
Corporale Maggoire D'Dario
Sld. Lettichine
Sld. Bellise
Sld. Disines
Sld. Deluna
Sld. M. Morettie
Sld. P. Morettie

Morale
Ready to go, ready for combat.

Actions:
- The exchange of fire contiuned, bolt-actions, semi-automatics and the MG42 exchanging rounds.

- However, everyone was being careful now, and nobody was willing to stay exposed long enough to aim properly. Instead, just to pop up and fire. Perhaps some active guidance by NCO's/Officers is needed...

- Goodwill and his men ran out, and managed to get behind the truck quickly.

- The truck is now getting uncomfortably hot to sit by, and Goodwill's men will want to move quickly.

- The tarpaulin originally covering the rear of the truck has now caught on fire. Horrible smelling smoke is now moving towards the Allied building, and Goodwill's men are feeling really uncomfortable, finding it hard to breath and see.


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