Torch +1

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: I, uh, hope I'm allowed to post now.

Map: Clean Map
The assault didn’t start too well, with Smyth and Private Troy being struck down within a few seconds of each other. Luckily, the Medic on hand quickly dragged Smyth back from the ridge and started doing his thing. The young Private Smyth didn’t look too good; Daniel tried to cheer him up with a few kind hearted words. ”He’ll be alright. Doc knows what he’s doing.” Daniel said, somewhat cheerfully. Well, he hoped Doc knew what he was doing. Daniel looked back at Smyth for a second. He was tough, he was sure to make it.

Within a short amount of time the enemy responded in force, a barrage of bullets being sent their way. Somehow, Private Teal didn’t manage to hit any of them, despite the fact he had his rifle trained right on the trench. Luck obviously wasn’t with the small force today. Daniel cursed as Private McClosky received a massive splinter in his chest from a bullet hitting a tree. ”Ah, fuck.” he blurted out. How the hell had that happened?! The enemy shouldn’t have even been able to see them, let alone hit them! Smith still looked ready to bolt, so Daniel tried his best to keep the moral up. ”See Smith? Doc knows what he’s doing. He’s already on the case!” Daniel grinned. It was a fake grin, really; he knew they were doing badly and they needed to pull out soon if things didn’t start turning their way. ”Reload” Daniel called out to Smith and Teal. It was never good to face the enemy with only half a clip.

Then came an explosion from Burns and his group. This was what Daniel had been waiting for. ”Smith, Teal! They will be distracted by Burns and will surely have turned around! Suppress them… and keep low for fucks sake!” Daniel didn’t voice his suspicions aloud that the explosion had been the untimely demise of Burns. Hopefully the two Privates wouldn’t even have time to think about the explosion because of his quick orders. He crouched down and mounted his Johnson on the ridge, careful to keep the bare minimum of his body showing. The three opened fire on the trench, Daniel just spraying burst of 3 or 4 bullets, while the two riflemen actually aimed at the targets (who would hopefully be suppressed quickly and thus, unable to fire.

His 20 round magazine expired and he quickly reached for a grenade hanging from his webbing. He stayed below the ridge while Teal and Smith covered him, pulled the pin and waited for only about one and a half seconds before he stood up a bit higher and threw it – as accurately as he could – towards the trench. In his opinion, it really wasn’t worth it cooking the grenade for 2 and half seconds. It just added the risk of being shot in the process and blowing himself up. He didn’t wait to see what damage the grenade had done. ”Pull back into the trees!” he ordered Smith and Teal. The three men dropped below the surface of the ridge and ran, bent over double, back until they were into the trees. The enemy would think they had just dropped behind the ridge again and if they dared to throw grenades over the ridge, they would be wasted.

Daniel mounted the Johnson on the ground and reloaded it. Germans were prone to bayonet charges, and if they came charging over the ridge, they would have quite a surprise coming to them. Daniel was sure to also position himself right beside a tree that he could roll behind if he met trouble. Private Teal moved to a position behind a tree that was overlooking the area the explosion occurred from. There was some smoke in the way now, but when it cleared he would ready to rain a hail of bullets on any survivors. Daniel sucked up the courage to say the words he didn’t want to say. ”If there are too many of them and they start making it over the ridge alive… pull back. We’ll come back with some armour support in a few days. It’s better to retreat from a battle and live, rather than fighting to the end and dieing.” He said solemnly.

The happenings of the last few seconds had all been a hazy blur to Private Braeburn. He had seen the grenade get thrown and had just about noticed it landing, before It exploded; putting him into a world of pain. A few seconds later a loud explosion racked the area and he heard loud screams of pain and an odd smell in the air. His vision blurry, he looked to his right and came on the site of a German soldier that had been half burned to death. The man appeared to be in much more pain than him and that gave him a little last satisfaction. His face had been mutilated terribly and he thought he could hear little whines of pain coming from the man. He was angry and it gave him the strength to reach to his belt and pull out his knife. This bastard had killed his friends and he would pay. He dragged himself over to the German, gasping quietly at every movement. He shakily plunged the knife into the chest of the scum. He panted heavily, exhausted by the movement.

OOC: Meh, I tried my best. I really doubt the Braeburn thing will work, but I had to try!

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

Seeing as everyone is in agreement with Dan being allowed to post, it is allowed, although can we try and stick to the 72hrs limit from now on.

Also Dan, I don’t make snide comments about your mod-marks in my posts, so please be kind enough not to do it to me, thank you.

Master Sergeant Brennan

• Talking and comforting Private Smith has helped relax him slightly. He’s still very scared and thinking slowly, but he won’t get any worse unless something else terrible occurs… A little more work and he’ll be fine.
  
• Privates Teal and Smith opened fire on the trench in front of them, however slightly slowly, also wondering about that explosion. The fire, being rather accurate forced the German’s down. But Gefreiter Amsel was a little slow, looking gawping at the explosion. One of Teal’s bullets struck him in the head, striking his helmet at a glance. Amsel was thrown backwards, his head spinning form the huge knock it took, barely protected by the helmet. He knelt down in the drench and vomited, feeling dizzy. He’ll have picket up by the next round of posting, but is useless for the time being.
  
• The German forces, already being suppressed, were ducked down over the trench line. Therefore Brennan’s shots did nothing but force them further down.
  
• The pineapple thrown by Brennan was a good shot. It bounced off the rear of the trench and rolled down, laying next to wounded Grenadier Faust. Seeing the bomb, he rolled himself side ways quickly, trying to be hero and protect his friends. He had only partly move when it exploded. The blast of heat and metal tore the man’s torso from his legs, and rocketed him into the air where his body broke up. The shrapnel blasted out underneath him, and peppered Grenadier Daecher’s side. Daecher’s slumped down dead, his body in ribbons. Finally, the remains of the metal headed sideways, and struck the sick Gefreiter in the side. He was thrown over on his back, three of his ribs shattered and one broken on the right side of his body. He’s bleeding badly and is injured, but his wounds are not life threatening.
  
• Smith watched the effects of the grenade in horror, moments before his Sergeant ordered the bug out. He watched as the German soldier was tossed into the air, blood dripping behind him. He fainted.
  
• Already facing the other way, Brennan did not see Smith’s condition. However, Teal did, and made a quick decision. He reached down and threw Smith on his back, before moving back up.
  
• Loewe, spotting the American’s trying to escape, fired back, trying to avenge the two dead soldiers, when he had tried to find where Faust’s body had landed. He fired two shots quickly. One went wide, the other struck Private teal in the leg. It hit his foot and cracked the bone in his heel. However, he continued up the slope with Smith, before collapsing down at the top.
  
• Private Braebrun dragged himself forward towards Schlegal, across the sand which tore into his wounds. Drawing his knife and stabbing, the blade passed into the man’s chest. However, it struck a rib and twisted out. Braeburn, too weak to carry on, collapsed unconscious over Schlegal. The small wound will have little effect on the German, already badly wounded.
  

- Strum


Removed my grenade.

[Heiko Alkema]

Note: I forgot the initial fire for Amsel's withdrawal and the two moving closer to the ridge.

Heiko didn't see the grenade as it entered the trench but it made its entrance know very quickly. The deafened and disoriented Heiko, his whole world was filled with a kind of fuzz and a ringing that made him feel like his head would explode at any second. He felt something on his shoulder followed by a few quick strikes to his cheek. The a voice came to him it seemed like it was from far away but approaching extremely fast. The reaching peaked in intensity and then fell away revealing a concerned Loewe repeatedly slapping him.

"Come on, Sergeant! Snap out of it! Sergeant" Loewe noticed Heiko coming around and lowered his voice a bit taking a more stable tone, "Sergeant, Daecher and Faust are dead. Amsel looks hurt as well." Heiko gathered his wits and turned to the other side of the trench. The bodies of Daecher and Faust lay in pieces all across the trench. Heiko's heart sank at the sight, they were good soldiers and fine men. Amsel further down, looked like he'd been peppered by fragments of the grenade and was puking all over the place.

"Loewe, come with me." Loewe nodded and followed Heiko past the gore down to Amsel and Bachmeier. "Calm down, Amsel, let me get a look at you." Heiko took a firm grip on Amsel's shoulders steady him long enough to examine his wounds. His guess at being peppered by fragments was correct, but there was also a small but deep dent in his helmet. Heiko couldn't help but laugh, "You must have an angel looking after you, Amsel. You better sit the rest of this one out. Grab your rifle and take up an overwatch position in that hut. Wait for us to give you some covering fire." Heiko handed Amsel his rifle and patted him on the shoulder, the he turned to the two healthy men still with him. "You two are going to help me avenge our lost brothers." Heiko took a deep breath to clear his mind before quickly coming up with a plan. "Alright, we're going to provide covering fire for Amsel while he makes it back into the hut. Then I'm going to cover you from the otherside of the trench to draw attention my way while you two advance up the west side. Once you've reached the trees I want you to open fire on anyone on that ridge. As you're doing that, I'll be making my way up the east side to try and catch anyone left in a crossfire." Heiko stopped and asked if there they had any questions, no one did. "Alright then. Amsel get ready to make a run for it."

Heiko, Loewe, and Bachmeier lined up against the north wall and Amsel pressed himself against the south. As if in one motion the northern three popped up and scanned the ridge for potential targets. All three caught sight of the two helmets still on the ridge and fired. Once the first shot rang out Amsel jumped up the side and raced to the hut ducking into the door and dropping the ground again as more bile poured out of him. Loewe and Bachmeier only got off two rounds while Heiko fired nearly half a magazine.

"Good luck. Remember, you are avenging your comrades!" Heiko took off back down the trench taking up his old position and scoring the ridge once again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the duo jump out of the trench and begin across the desert sands. He made a snap decision and fired what was left of the magazine at the last place the helmets had been. Hopefully they were either dead or just kept their heads down. Heiko removed the empty magazine and slapped in a fresh one as the duo reached about half way, then resumed fire on the same area of the ridge slowly tracing his fire to the east hopefully drawing their attention that way instead of toward his men. The new clip ran dry just as the duo hit the trees. They stopped ducking behind a tree and fired on someone Heiko couldn't see. They only got one shot each off before the enemy machine gun began barking at them and they made a dash for the ridge ducking behind it and trying to return fire.

Slapping in a fourth magazine, Heiko lurched out of the trench himself and raced toward the eastern side of the trench. He could hear the machine gun and rifles exchanging fire as he approached. Once Heiko reached the ridge, he brought his own weapon to bare. it took a moment for him to realise the enemy machine gun wasn't on the ridge but further back. Another burst, drew his attention to the trees further back and Heiko brought his sights to bare on the enemy and squeezed the trigger letting loose four rounds. He repeated the action five more times before reloading for a fifth time. It was one of the his last mags and would have to make it count.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

Not sure if going on the offensive was quite the right choice here Heiko, when your forces lie shattered across the battlefield…

Unteroffizer Alkema

• Helping and seeing to Gefreiter Amsel, this gave the Americans the time they needed to fall back and set up a new line of resistance.
  
• Providing covering fire for Amsel, the fire was completely in the wrong place, and did nothing to suppress the enemy. Amsel, with three shattered ribs and one broken, badly injured himself while clambering unassisted out of the trench. He stumbled forward, and gave S’ant Brennan a nice target. Three seconds later, Amsel’s corpse was dipping blood into the sands of the desert.
  
• The two men who jumped out were not given any covering fire before they moved. Brennan, saw them and gunned the eastern most one down in seconds. The bullets ripped the Loewe’s chest and tore his heart in two. He collapsed into a crumbled mess.
  
• Bachmeier had only a little more success. Luckily for him, Brennan’s weapon jammed, a casing becoming lodged before the bolt. He made it to the tree, but Private Teal, seeing the danger, lifted his M1 and fired the remainder of his clip from his hip, even though he was wounded. The rounds, although rather inaccurate, did do some damage. Grenadier Bachmeier, who was more preoccupied catching his breath and watching his dead friend, did not notice the incoming danger. One round struck the tree, passed through it and hit Bachmeier in the back. As the man stumbled forward, a bullet tore cleaning through his thigh. He fell to the ground, where a final round struck the rear of his helmet and penetrated. It entered his skull but did not kill him. It struck the Cerebellum of his brain, literally turning him into a vegetable, who is now moving erratically.
  
• Seeing Alkema approach, Teal realised he had nothing left to protect himself with. He turned and shouted to his Sergeant “S’ant, pistol now! Brennan, dropped his LMG and ripped his 1911 from his holster, before throwing at Teal. Teal caught it roughly, and with Smith’s body over him, cocked the weapon and fired it at the charging enemy. He fired all seven shots, emptying the magazine.
  
• Alkema, seeing what was happening, raised his weapon to fire, spraying shots before the American fired. The recoil terrible, only one shot out of the ten he fired hit. It struck Teal in the left shoulder, and blood began to poor from the tattered flesh, but Teal still fired his pistol.
  
• Four bullets hit Alkema, the lesser recoil and firm base helping his aim. One shot hit Alkema in the groin, damaging his internal reproductive organs. The next two shots hit him in the chest, each cracking a rib. The final shot hit him in the mouth, tearing away his four front teeth, and then exiting through the side of the jaw. In pain, Alkema fell backwards, into the sand. He frantically began to crawl back toward the safety of the German trench.
  
• Wounded, but still bringing down two enemy soldiers, Teal has been promoted to Corporal, although he remains a Private until the battle’s end.
  
• Brennan’s weapon is still jammed, but is simple to fix, so long as he does it right.
  

I recommend that some of you see to your wounded to the east, if you want them to live much longer. Both of you at the moment are weak, and I suggest a retreat from both sides, more so from the Germans.

- Strum

[coleman]

Shit. Both of the men under his hands were dying. He tried what he could, but it was hopeless, life slipping from both of their bodies.

He stood up and twisted to see Teal running over, with Smith over his shoulders. "He just collapsed. He wan't hit or nothin'!" was the only briefing he got, better than nothing. Coleman dived in to his bag, pulling out some smelling salts and held them under Smith's nose, and the man splutteredd to conciousness, before raising an arm to bat away the foul smelling object. Coleman pushed him down slightly, pulling the soldier's canteen up. "You collapsed, maybe from dehydration. Drink, get some fluids down you but slowly. I don't want you fighting until that's empty, and definately not in the next three minutes, OK?"

The soldier nodded and began unscrewing the cap, and Coleman patted his shoulder. He turned towards Teal who in a quick movement emptied a Colt. Blood was leaking from the soldier's boot, but he wasn't planning on moving soon, so the shoulder seemed more important. Reaching yet again in to the bag, he pulled out a padded field dressing, one with an overly large strap. Ripping at the shirt around the shoulder and the bullet wound, Coleman examined. He couldn't see clearly, but the bullet had to be in there, due to the lack of exit wound. It would be too hard removing it, they needed to keep the fire up. He had to stop the bleeding until they got him, so he placed the padding over the wound and pressed on it. Teal stopped firing for a moment, and Coleman wrapped the bandage around his chest before knotting it at the back tightly.

He checked the pad was secure before rolling away. He didn't want to try the foot wound until he was in some sort of shade and chance to do it properly. At least not Teal wasn't leaking and he should be fine for a bit longer. This battle couldn't last any more time, the medic could see the destruction from the top.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post[/b]

KISS: Keep It Simple Stupid! And that is why you have just helped these men, but failed with the last ones.

Corpsman Class One Coleman

• Using the smelling salts, Private Smith was successfully brought around and back into consciousness. Giving him water is helping him, although he does fell a tad sickly. Ordering not fight is also a good move, although he may disobey the orders if his life depends on it.
  
• Patching Teal up with the wound has stopped the bleeding, but he is in quite a bit of pain, and you will have to watch out for septicaemia.
  

Nice and simple.

- Strum[/color]

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

At the ridge, Wilhelm Schlegal rolled onto his back in agony as the fire died down and he could barely smell his surroundings. Then, there was a bitter darkness in his eyes. Was he blind? He couldn't feel his right eye, but with his left eye...did he lose that too? No. Raising his left hand, he touched his left eye, covered in a clear liquid. Must've been blood. Trying to call out for help, nothing came out of his mouth; the noise he made sounded like a child crying for his mother, that's it. He made sure it was loud enough for anyone to hear, anyone that could help him. Suddenly, a white flash occurred in his eyes...

Heaven. That's what it was. Wilhelm had finally died and gone to the Lord's dominion. He looked all over his body and he was fully healed. He spoke several words, and had a good sight and hearing of his surroundings. It was pure white, and to make everything better, Heaven was filled with just Aryans; no Jews, Gypsies, Gays, no religion or race that was against the ways of Nazism. There were German soldiers, living the peaceful life in Heaven with their past relatives and oh, what's this? Wilhelm! Wilhelm! cried a woman's voice. The young man looked to see his mother with a plate of cake. Wilhelm rushed over to his mom and gave her a big hug. He had missed her for the longest time. The two had finally met at last for the last time...for eternity...

Back to reality, Schlegal's men were either dead or severely wounded. There was one, however, that only suffered burns throughout his body. He had still been running towards the ridge. Grenadier Stumpf had been hit on his left arm, only receiving second degree burns. There was still smoke around him, making it hard for him to see, although it was starting to clear up. Bumsen Sie! Wo ist mein Gewehr? Stumpf said to himself. He didn't stop running, though, to try and find his gun. The Grenadier had heard a loud, desperate scream ahead of him. As the smoke settled behind him, the Grenadier jumped down the trench and sprinted forward towards the scream. The source of the scream was Unterscharführer Schlegal. Stumpf knelt down on both of his knees and did a quick look about the man, analyzing his wounds.

As the Grenadier looked at Schlegal's body, he noticed a med kit attached to the man's thigh area. Opening the kit, Stumpf found a pair of rubber gloves, so any of his germs won’t infect the burnt body. He then took out a canteen of water and a white rag. He poured some of the water onto the rag, and then lightly patted the cloth to the burnt areas of the front of the body. Doing this would cool the body, but the Grenadier didn't keep the wet cloth in one spot, or else, the body would cool too much. Next, Stumpf reached into the medical kit and looked for any pills that would help ease Schlegal's pain. Stumpf found a few things that looked odd to him. One was a bag full of plasma and the other bag had syrettes.

The tricky part would be the syrettes and the morphine. Stumpf looked at the tube, then at the glass seal, and then broke off the seal. After he broke off the seal, a needle appeared. The syrette was already filled with morphine in the tube. Stumpf injected the syrette into the nearest thigh (one that was closest) and squeezed the tube, which then released all of the morphine into Wilhelm. Once the morphine was all gone, Stumpf took out the syrette and disposed of it, throwing it into the sand. Stumpf then took another syrette and did the same thing. He broke off the seal, which revealed a needle like the first one. Stumpf injected the syrette into the closest thigh and squeezed the tube filled with the morphine. Once the morphine was all gone, he took out the syrette and threw it into the sand.

Now, Stumpf took another rag and rapped it above the joint of the left arm. This would help him find a visible vein so he could inject the needle from the bag of plasma into it. The bag of plasma had a tube with a needle attached to it. After doing this, Stumpf began flicking the area where the veins were and within seconds, 3 veins appeared. He then placed the bag slowly on top of Wilhelm’s burnt body. Wilhelm wouldn’t feel the pain as much because Stumpf had injected morphine into him, which would greatly ease the pain. Also, what Stumpf had done before with the wet towel and dabbed the burns helped cool down the body. Stumpf chose the most visible vain and then slowly, injected the needle into the vein.

After doing the medical procedures, Stumpf observed Wilhelm’s missing parts. The man was missing an eye, a nostril, an ear, and judging from the screams, which got his attention before, meant he had no tongue. He grabbed the canteen and lifted the back of Wilhelm’s head, and then guided the water down his mouth. “Gott in himmel...” said Stumpf under his breathe. Grabbing another white rag from the medkit, he wiped the blood away from Wilhelm’s left eye, hoping that Wilhelm would open his eye and witness that his Grenadier hopefully saved him.

Looking around, this battlefield was a massacre. Several body parts all over the place, screaming men in agony. He just hoped that the Americans would show them mercy to the wounded Germans, and that they would try and help the wounded as well.


OOC: I just hope this works out...Also, I felt the need for no map since the movement of Stumpf was pretty obvious.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

Guys, I’ll tell you now that I am shattered and yawning as I write this, so please bear with me. However, I don’t think there will be much to argue about in this post.

Unterscharführer Schlegal

• Placing gloves over his hands did help Grenadier Stumpf reduce the chance of infection. However, because the rag he used to dab the water was not sterilized, some bacteria was introduced directly into the burns. However, that is not of major concern at the moment. The water had a limited effect, helping to cool the burns and make them more manageable to bear.
  
• Injecting the morphine into Schlegal also helped to reduce the pain he is feeling, but hasn’t helped the fact the he is going in and out of consciousness.
  
• The plasma has allowed the blood to clod faster, and replenish some of the liquid lost through the burns. However, due to Stumpf’s own wounds, the needle just missed the vein. Therefore, the plasma is only entering the body slowly.
  
• The water which was given to Schlegal was also not sterilized, so germs have flowed straight into him. But yet again, these are not of a prime concern and will help him replenish all the liquid he is losing.
  
• Schlegal is feeling better, but his life expectancy has only increased by two more posting rounds. Unless his burns are properly patched up, he will continue to loose blood, which will most likely be his cause of death. The plasma will run out at the end of the next round, and from then on permanent brain damage is likely.
  

I understand you guys have an arrangement? Carry out what you want, my job is to simply evaluate your actions. This is evidence by the way, at how thought fall I am.

- Strum

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post[/u]

It's been well over a week since the mod-mark and over two since Wilhelm's post. Dan, I need a post within twenty four hours or your turn will be skipped.

- Strum[/color]

I believe Heiko is meant to post

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Has Heiko been on lately?

[Heiko Alkema]

I'm probably not going to be reliably active for awhile so if you guys just want to close this then go ahead. I don't want you guys to have your characters stuck in a stagnant battle.

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Well if we close this, can we go out with a bang? Like both sides agree to withdraw and count their casualties or something? I want to report back to the SS and get some good Roleplaying in. Maybe it is better we all (Dan, possibly Heiko if he is up to it, Nathan, and myself to discuss the best course, then tell Strum)


But... I worked for this...

[Nathan Whyte]

Can we just do....something?

[Wilhelm Schlegal]

Dan and I are talking this over, since Heiko is away now. I told Strum the situation (I think)

[Heiko Alkema]

This is to be considered a surrender.

The hot sand burned Heiko's hands as he frantically drug himself across it, his rifle jumping wildly behind him still clinging to him by the strap around his arm. Panic had consumed his mind and now pure base instinct propelled him forward toward what he perceived as safety. His vision had tunneled making the now clear disaster to his left invisible, but the sight of the mangled corpses of Amsel and Daecher made themselves known perceiving through the hazy veil of panic in Heiko's mind. The realization that everyone was dead caused a wave of physical pain to rack his body. The pain was so great that Heiko wretched up a mass of bile and blood which spilled out unto the sand through both his mouth and the new hole in his face causing even more pain as it ate at the open wound.

As the pain rose, so did a rage inside. A pure hatred took hold of his heart and dispelled the haze of panic... almost. Heiko's thoughts still weren't clear enough to make sense to a more stable person and his body screamed at him as he picked himself up out of the sand. He fumbled with his rifle for a moment paying no attention of the sand and dirt spilling out of every crevasse or the pain emanating from his various wounds. He spun shakily on his heels almost loosing his balance but he caught sight of the carnage to the east which only served so solidify his rage. Heiko once again charge the ridge, this time head on. If the American fired anything at him, then he didn't notice he was too focused on revenge. Heiko spied the shapes of the enemy just as he made it to the ridge, without stopping he raised the rifle too his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

Click

That was it. He had pulled the trigger; he had felt the resistance; he had heard the spring bolt forward. But that was it. Nothing happened. The awkward silence from the weapon stunned him. Distracted, Heiko lost his footing near the top of the ridge and the ground reached up the grab him. Heiko landed on his chest and had just enough time to feel and hear another rib crack before his face slammed into the ground and the entire world went dark.