No safe place [Joachim, one other]

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Date: June 12th 1944
Time: 1500 hrs
Location: French city, Name currently unknown



Sepp's eyes opened after a few hours of being unconsious. He tried to stand up but his left ankle was pinned to the ground with a piece of a house roof that had been hit with a mortar. His head ached from being knocked out. He lifted the piece of roof off his ankle and stood up. He looked around the destoryed building for his rifle and crew. His rifle was lying in a corner against a wall. Sepp picked it up and looked for his crew. Debris from the building lyed upon one of his comrades. All that was seen was the man's arm. Sepp quickly ran to it and started pulling debris off his comrade. Once the debris was all pulled off Sepp lifted his comrade up and held two fingers to his throat. Their was no pulse coming from the now lifeless body of Sepp's comrade. Sepp dropped the body and felt the top of his head. Blood was running down the side of his head and his helmet was missing. Sepp took his fallen comrade's helmet and placed it upon his head. Sepp gripped his rifle and went to the door way. He put his back against the wall near the door and peered out the doorway. He heard what sounded like American made veichiles. "Them fucking krauts dragged me from my pa's farm back home." said one of the American soldiers. "Yeh well i was going to college untill i got drafted and came over here to kick some German ass!" Another Soldier exclaimed. Sepp could understand english and was very pissed at the Americans for what they were saying. Sepp quickly lyed down with his rifle by his head. An American walked into the wrecked building. He examined Sepp's and his comrade's body for soviouners. The American took Sepp's rifle and walked over to the fallen comrade's body. He knelt down and started searching him. Sepp slowly pulled his knife out and crept toward the American. Sepp reached his hand around the American's mouth and placed the knife to his throat. He than put pressure on the knife that was against the American's throat and quickly moved it across. It slit the Americans jugular. He couldn't yelp because of Sepp's hand covering his mouth. Sepp let the American down slowly and took his rifle back.



Sepp waited for the remaining Americans to pass before he crept out of the building and onto the street. He crawled by a wooden crate on the corner of the street. He examined around for any enemy personal. The area was clear from personal so Sepp stood up and walked street by street till he came across an building with roof access. He got up on the roof and looked for the best place to go. He saw a catherdral about 5 streets over. Sepp made it past the first street with ease. When he got to the second street a round hit right by his foot. He quickly dove for the nearest cover. "Sniper" Sepp thought to himself. Sepp took his helmet and set it out in the open. The sniper though it was Sepp and fired at it. Sepp took aim with his kar 98 and fired off a round. It struck the sniper in the nose area, blowing his head in pieces. The snipers helmet fell from a three story window onto the ground. Sepp ran toward the helmet to examine it. It was filled wiht brain matter, blood, and brain tissue. Sepp crept toward the catherdral street by street. Sepp didn't encounter any more resistance till he got to the front of the catherdral. There stood a squad of about 8 American soldiers. Sepp took cover and aimed his rifle toward the enemies firing upon what seemed to be three Germans in the catherdral. Sepp took aim with his rifle and fired off three shots. Three Americans dropped to the ground dead. Sepp was happy with his successful shooting at the time.



The Americans turned their attention toward Sepp. Sepp ran into a small cafe and dove behind the counter. He had 1 bullet left in his rifle and no cartridges left. Americans ran into the cafe spraying with thomspon smgs and m1 garands. Sepp fired his last shot at an American sgt, the Sgt fell to the ground blood spraying from his neck. Sepp threw his rifle over the counter and put his hands up. He stood up and waited for the Americans either to take him prisoner or shoot him. One American walked up to him and cracked him in the face with the stock of his rifle. Sepp fell to the ground with blood pouring from his nose. The American started to search him and took out his idenity papers. "Corporal Sepp Reinard" the American jeered. "You're a dead kraut bastard now Reinard" the American sneered. Sepp's sight was blurry and he could barely make out the figures of the soldiers. The American kicked Sepp in the face three times. Sepp's face was a bloodied mess. Sepp prayed that the Germans would come and save him soon.

[Friedrich Bäcker]

Friedrick led his team mate through the town. "Okay, now, the Americans have already entered this town on the other road, so be as alert as you can. I don't want to be loosing you this soon!" After a laugh and a few moments looking around, they went into the town, as quietly as possible, but also searching for any of the other isolated Germans.

Throughout much of the town, there were only dead soldiers of both sides, although there were a few living civilians. "Apparently, they haven't taken this part of town. Be careful, there might be snipers..." At that moment a bullet grazed Friedrick's helmet. "Go! GO!!" Both quickly dove to cover, out of the sniper's line of fire. He examined the area to try to find him, but then there was another gunshot, and the sniper's helmet fell in the distance. "Who was that?"They looked at each other for a moment. "It wasn't me, sir." Friedrick motioned him to stand. "Well, let's go. We've definitely got friendlies nearby."

They quickly move, staying in cover whenever possible. More gunshots were heard. "C'mon, before our own get killed." They around, to see a single German soldier running into a cafe, but with five Americans following him. "In the building, in the building!" Friedrick and his squad work their way through a partially destroyed building, unseen by the distracted Americans, waiting for a clear shot. The soldier fired, killing one of the Americans. One of them smacked the soldier with his rifle. Friedrick turned toward his squad. "Okay, we do it now!"

One of the remaining soldiers turned around to light a cigarette, when he saw something pointing out of several widows across the street. He realized too late that they were rifles. "Feuer!" All the rifles fired, killed the Americans before they could even aim. After a few moments, seven German soldiers came out. One was an Obergrenadier, but the other, Friedrick, was an Obergefreiter, who walked up to Sepp, and helped him up. "We seemed to have gotten you out of quite a mess! Now, who are you? I am Obergefreiter Friedrich Bäcker."

[Joachim von Goethe]

St. Lo’s Saint Peter’s Cathedral had once been a peaceful place of worship, with pastors and priests bustling around in flowing robes and churchgoers routinely cycling in to pray and attend Mass. The painted arching ceiling was still intact and beautiful with scenes of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, and magnificent tapestries dating from the Middle Ages still hung on the stone walls. The Altar was still maintained and the golden crucifix had not been melted down yet. The big wooden doors where not barricaded. Sandbagged gaps in the walls where not there. A MG nest was not placed in the bell tower. French instead of Germans bustled around the pews, carrying bibles instead of rifles. Instead of Oberleutnant Joachim von Goethe barking orders there was a priest giving sermons. The smell of death and smoke was not in the air.

A fresh tank shell rocked the Cathedral-turned-bunker, making a few chunks of concrete dislodge from the ceiling and hurtle down below. Joachim cursed as he ducked one the size of a large duck that crumbled upon impact on the floor. A grizzled Unteroffizier dusted with 5 o’ clock shadow approached the officer, clapping a hand over his helmet as if to protect it from falling off. “Herr Oberleutnant, the assistant gunner got hit by some shrapnel from the last blast and is done for!” Joachim thought for a second and then replied nervously “Have one of the privates help him out with reloading. It’s the best we can do.” The Unteroffizier nodded and scrambled up the bell tower’s ladder to deliver the news to the machine gunner.

Joachim was dressed in the standard Gebirgsjager field uniform, a grey wool tunic and trousers with high black jackboots. His sleeves where rolled up and his hand was clutching a C96 Mauser, wielded pistol style with no stock. His face was dusted with blonde stubble and his slightly curly hair was covered with a field cap with officer’s piping and the Gebirgsjager’s “Edelweiss” metal insignia on the side. His blue eyes where lined with dark circles akin to bruises, a sign of high stress and little rest. Joachim was commanding a motley collection of stragglers from various destroyed units, banded together to put up a last ditch effort to protect St. Lo from the American attackers.

“Sir, I think you should have a look at this!” Said one of the privates overlooking the city through a blast hole. Amongst the rubble was a few German soldiers, and one looked oddly familiar. Had he met him before? “Hallo? Hallooo?” Joachim shouted at the soldiers, hoping to get their attention.

[Not my best post, sorry.]

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Sepp's vision was clear now but blood kept going down his forehead. Sepp stood up and looked to the dead American. He spit on the dead body and muttered a few things in German. He than knelt down and used the American's shirt to wipe the blood off his head. He picked up his empty rifle and walked right past Freidrich and the other man. Sepp walked towards the church to Joachim. " The name is Sepp Reinard, got any ammo? I ran out while shooting Amis." Sepp said in a very calm voice. Sepp than looked over to freidrich. "See that guy standing by that building, He killed the Americans that were beating me and first thing he does afterwards is tell me his name. What if i was an American in disguise i could've pulled out a pistol and shot him right then and there. He should have asked me for for identfacation." Sepp said with a disgusted tone. Sepp didn't like how friendly freidrich was.


Sepp looked around for any Americans who were alive. One American had sat up against a sand wall bag and was looking for his own men. Sepp walked up to him and looked at the American. He noticed he had a chest wound in his right breast. Sepp put the barrel of his kar into the wound and twisted it a bit. He than pulled it out because he had no ammo. Sepp than pulled out the Americans knife and cut the Americans throat. He dropped the knife on the Americans lap and walked toward Joachim. "We will kill all Americans that get in our way, yes?" Sepp asked Joachim. Blood ran down Sepp's face as the head wound still bled. Sepp ignored the wound in spite to what had happened to cause it. Sepp was hoping to shoot some more Americans. Sepp reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a Wehrmacht bandage. He applied the bandage to his bleeding head wound.

An American patrol of 12 could be seen at the end of the street."Shhhh, American patrol in the area." Sepp said quietly. Sepp than shut the church door and blocked it with a church bench. Sepp asked a private for ammo. The private gave sepp 5 stripper clips of ammo. Sepp quickly climbed up into the church tower. He took aim with his rifle toward the Amis. He fired off a round which struck a corporal with a B.A.R. in the chest. The corporal immediatly fell to the ground screaming in agony. Sepp fired off three more shots by the time the Americans had taken cover. Sepp saw one of the injured Americans rolling a bit, holding his stomach. Sepp aimed for his head and fired. The Americans head exploded into pieces, which caused some of the Amis to start puking.


Suddenly, a bullet whizzed by Sepp's head. "Son of a bitch! they got a sniper!" Sepp exclaimed to his comrades below. Sepp waited,his eyes scanning the area for a flash. He saw a flash, but the sniper had hit sepp this time. The shot had blown off Sepp's left pointer finger. Sepp dropped his rifle. It fell down to the ground floor, its stock slamming off the hard cement floor. The gun fired upward which went up right in front of sepp. Sepp quickly climbed down the ladder to the ground floor. "Shit! Shit! My finger! Sepp screamed in pain. Sepp held the wound, trying to stop the bleeding and ease the pain. "Anyone here have any F*cking medical experience?!?!?!" Sepp exclaimed.

[Friedrich Bäcker]

Friedrick just stood there, not quite expecting to get such a response. "Wha...?" After a few seconds, he followed Sepp, but stopped a bit back, to hear what he was saying. "He's right...I should have thought about that a bit more first..." He looked at them for a few more seconds. Then he recognized Joachim. He wasn't expecting to see him here, but he was nonetheless. After a few moments, he walked towards them.

"Hello, Joachim. I didn't expect to see you here..." He looks around here they are. "So, how long have you been here? And you?" He opened the bolt of his rifle partway to make sure it was loaded, then looked around, to see if any Americans were near. At the moment, they were clear. It was rather quiet, save for occasional stray gunshots in the distance. Obviously, the main American forces had not arrived, and it would be at least a few hours from now when they did.

But aircraft were still a problem. It was clear the Luftwaffe was loosing by this point. Their only remaining advantage over Allied air forces was experience, but there weren't nearly enough...but still, a few scouting Americans sometimes arrived, and they would keep coming until the main forces had arrived. "Well, we'll be in for some heavy fighting soon...but we might still be able to hold this town." He looked at the sky, as an aircraft engine was heard in the distance...

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Reinard - 4

Backer - 3

Goethe - 2

-JT