D-DAY (Omaha Beach) BATTLE-THREAD!

[Captain Matherson]

Matherson span around as his back slammed into the thick, burnt sand of the artillery crater. That destroyer would have abandoned their bombardment now, for fear of hitting one of us in the process. The Captain thought to himself. Now we really are alone out here. In his thoughts, he hadn’t even noticed that below him three bodies were camouflaged well into the soggy mud at the very bottom of the crater, their uniforms caked in mud and splattered with blood, that was until one of them called out him. ”Sir!?”

Chris turned his Thompson on them, staring them down through the ironsights. With all the grime covering them, he couldn’t even make out what uniform they were wearing. Were they friendly or enemies? That voice sounded English enough to me.

”No sir! Don’t shoot! We’re American!” One of them, the one who was talking rose to his knees as he held his hands up. ”Get down you idiot!” He yelled, kicking out and pushing the man down into the mud again as a line of bullets shimmered overhead, thundering into the sand beyond. ”If you stand up before the platoon starts covering fire you won’t be around for much longer, understand!?”

The soldier nodded, leopard crawling up to him, the other two more tentatively following. ”Sorry sir! We’re from Alpha Squad!”

”The first wave!?”

”That’s right sir! Our platoon got ripped to shreds, so we hid it out beyond one of those tank trap things. Once we saw the artillery was leaving nice hidey holes in the beach we chose this one and dived in!”

”Do you still have your weapons on you!?”

”Yes sir!”

”Do they still work!?”

”I don’t know sir!”

”Well there’s only one way to find out isn’t there!” Their voices were loud and penetrating, but for all the noise they were making above the constant drone of lead and death all around them, they might have been simply talking to one another. A few more soldiers, the last stragglers of his company dove into the crater beside them, taking up the remaining space and lining their weapons over the top towards the middle bunker. ”You’re in my company now son! We’re pepperboxing our way up the beach! Your turn to fire is gonna be in about three seconds!”

The soldier nodded but didn’t say voice any reply, simply rolling over to get ready to shoot. The other two were not as courageous as the first, but they followed his lead willingly enough. Chris leant up as high as he was willing to go without exposing himself to excessive enemy fire, and readied his platoon for another ‘leap’ up the beach. As he spoke, he affirmed the commands with hand gestures, as if he were talking to a deaf man. He had previously divided his platoon into two, equal sections. Whilst one would hunker down and provide as much suppressive fire as they could onto the German bunker, the other section would get as far up the beach as they could manage, mainly using the grass fires as cover, the smoke from which was getting thicker and blacker all the time.

”Second section, prepare to move up fifty yards on my mark! Find cover after you hit too much resistance and don’t try to sprint the whole way to the damn wall! First section, prepare to open fire on my mark!” Matherson rolled over and readied his Thompson, making sure that he had a full clip in it, saving the one he took out for later use. ”Ready! Mark!”

The craters and tank traps around him burst to life with barrel-blasts as the soldiers opened up on the bunker, and no less than three seconds later, half of his men got up and bolted for cover further up the beach. Once they had reached their destination, they would fire and Matherson’s half would move up, effectively switching roles. In this fashion, he moved his troops further up the graveyard, praying all along that they weren't all gunned down in the process...

[Naga Warasaki]

Naga, obedient as he was calculated, manned the gun without question. Had he not done so, the young soldier feared his emotion would have the upper hand of him, and the fatherland was better off with one less coward than a many of them.

He thought of the dark haired private (Cort) too unnerved for the simple slug-and-chug, but the recruit performed his duty well regardless of his state, and Naga who shared now the same battlefield and the same insecurity only had a nod for the private’s consolation as if he was expressing a brotherly bond that all would went well, and they were the ones who would get through it.

Sweat formed across his brow as he focused his attention again on the battlefield. He gathered through the progress of the Allies they had not only of a slight chance but rather of a safe chance of crossing behind their enemy’s line. With their numbers scattered, and his focused, they could when near enough targeted on the pillboxes and treaded onward to the retreat area where few protected it. The tentative corporal grimaced at the idea of them, the Axis, being sitting ducks, and not only that plan B, their fallback strategy, fell short of a haven once the enemies crossed the border. The best bet Naga assumed was a forestallment till dark approached, since his comrades had a better layout of the shore than their approaching assailants, or at least that’s what he hoped.

The much thought he had in his head placed great strain on his hands as they seized the machinery two notches tighter than if he had not have this worry burden in mind. He assumed it’s best not to share the heavy news on the captain as he too had a lot to consider and being the captain and he the corporal, Naga supposed the respected figure had already saw the niches in all, so as a soldier the young man only needed to care of whom to hit, like the small figure up ahead foolish enough to nudge his head out of the crater,…and the cooling of the MG42.

[Stephen Colly]

* Void Post Again *

Modified.
[/color][/center]

The air around was become thick with smoke, the nosie was ear splitting. Stephen was running towards the wall, it was getting closer...closer...then suddenly BANG!. A bomb exploded right near him and he was flung into a bunker.

Stephen scrabled into a shell hole, his hand shaking, his grip on his gun was tight, his heart pounding. He watched the men come up the beach, he saw the relief as one man reached the shell hole, when he was shot and fell in to it. Stephen yelled as the man's torso fell onto his leg, the lifeless eyes closed, Stephen saw that blood was coming from a wound in the dead man's arm, he shook his head and turned to face the sea wall, crouching low, he watched as the men who had reached the sea wall started shouting.

Stephen sat back down in the bunker, too scared to move a muscal, the bullets whizzed past over heard, hitting the unfortunate that were coming from the boats.
Stephen's head was spinning and his ears were ringing, he put his head into his hands, and muttered to himself....his horse's name came into his head, he muttered the words over and over.."Joey...Joey. The words developed on his tounge, he was going into a state of melt down, his whole body was shaking like a leaf.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Allied Effect:

Captain Matherson:

• Gaining some small ground and taking refuge for a brief moment, Cpt. Matherson has found ‘Seven’ soldiers huddled in the musk dirty crater.
  (+ 7 soldiers, I’m increasing any units found, due to Platoon #3 & #4’s inactivity)
  
  
• Using calculative and strategic moves, ‘Half’ (22 soldiers + 7 found = 29 // 14 soldiers moving up the beach, roughly) have made vast progress, reaching the final line of barbed wire & Anti-Tank traps, losing numerous casualties on the way (read Axis Post to follow…)
  
  
• Platoon #2 have also rendered two more casualties within Bunk #2, rendering one of the three MG 42’s unmanned temporarily. (17 + 2 Member character remaining in Bunk 2)
  

Axis Effect:

Private, Cort Hoch:

• (I’m assuming you’re still manning the loading of the MG 42) Pvt. Hoch has increased the loading rate to one of the MG 42s, standing at his post through the thick of war.
  
  Corporal, Naga Warasaki:
  
• Taking one of the guns, as ordered, Naga as successfully and undoubtedly killed “Five” units himself, from Platoon #2 advancing into the open.
  

PillBox Damage:[/b]

• ~ Bunker 1
  - Killed a further 2 soldier from Platoon #1, wounding a further 0 (23 Healthy Soldiers Remaining!)
  
  
• ~ Bunker 2:: Is firing upon two Platoons at once.
  - Killed 3 (+5 from Naga) soldiers from Platoon # 2, wounding a further 0. (22 HEALTHY soldiers remaining)
  - Killed 0 soldiers from Platoon #3, wounding a further 0. (21 HEALTHY soldiers remaining)
  
  
• ~ Bunker 3
  - Killed 0 soldier from platoon #4, wounding a further 1. (18 HEALTY soldiers remaining)

Overall statistics:[/b]
Survivors Found: 17
KIA (DEAD) [TOTAL]: 45
INJURED (Still eligible to fight, with help): 11

[monty2]

The Allied men continued to crawl up the beach, slowly being picked off, but quickly gaining more ground. From high up in the pillbox, the only think Cort thought he had to worry about was being killed by a stray bullet or some threat from the air, but at this angle now, the threat of invasion was becoming increasingly more tangible. There was an unholy grinding noise, an explosion, and one bold little group made it through another barrier, leaving one more obstacle for them to scramble over. Omaha Beach seemed invisible, impenetrable. The best fortress the men stationed here could ask for. But still they bombarded and marched and and…
The young man locked up once again, fighting the tiny voice that begged him to flee. His conscious knew that to be suicide, and if he was going to die, he at least wanted to go with some pride in tact.

Cort looked to his captain, fear of death and fear of his leader clashing together in his mind. Cort was an awful shot, but, under the terrible circumstances, the Allies were much closer then they once were. And surely slow to move, being there one more blockade to hinder their movement. Cort looked to his gunner, who was too busy concentrating to pay him any mind. The gun would hold out, would need no more work for a good block of time. In that time, maybe Cort could be doing just one more thing to help his country maintain the beach?

With no tremor to scramble his nerve, Cort approached his dignified superior. Not being able to see the oncoming soldiers did nothing to dilute the fear, in fact, it made it worse. What things could they be doing now that he wasn't there to watch their every movement? He confronted the captain, who's back was to Cort. A brief pause, and Cort clicked his heels together smartly.
"Mein herr! Die Erlaubnis zur Mann eine Pistole?" His words cracked the ending syllable of 'gun' (or pistole...?), squeaking slightly. Cort, if he should survive, would later recall that and be ashamed.

Translations. From Google <3
-Mein herr! Die Erlaubnis zur Mann eine Pistole?
Sir. Permission to man a gun?

[Daniel Brennan]

Clunk! The sound of his empty gun brought Daniel back down into reality, and he forced himself down into the hole again. A few seconds later, three of the men who he been covering, flopped down into the hole alongside him. One of them had been torn apart by the MG-42s. He signaled to the other men to stop firing, and get down.

He looked around at the small portion of the battlefield, which he could see without putting himself in too much danger. In his shellhole there was about ten soldiers. Most of them were from his platoon, but a few of them had been from earlier waves, and were now willing to fight for the corporal. In the ditches and drains around him there was another half a dozen soldiers. Daniel's heart started beating faster. He had lost about half of his platoon, and he was only a bit more than half way up the beach! There was still more obstacles and minefields to come."No" he thought to himself, they couldn't all be dead. Some of them were still hiding behind obstacles near the boats, and others would be just wounded.

He called out to the men to listen up, "Ok, we're in a bit of trouble here, and your gona have to follow my orders exactly if you want to get out!" He looked around to make sure that they had heard what he was shouting, over the noise of the battlefield. He looked at the muddy, frightened faces around him. He had a small bit of training with them, while they were in England, and you knew which of them were the fastest. "Ok, you four" he said, pointing out each man in turn, "and me, are going to run up this beach as fast as we can! Ya hear me?" He waited until he had seen them nod before continuing, "I'll need all of you guys back here to give us covering fire, then we are going to run straight up that beach, and try and reach the sea wall. If you are getting too much attention from the guns, then dive into a hole, or behind an obstacle, and wait until something else grabs their attention." He flattened himself along the ground, as a shell exploded nearby."When you reach the top of the beach, it will be nearly impossible for the MG 42s to hit you, but you should be able shoot up at them. Don't take your time aiming. Just fire shots upwards towards the window, and the shots should
hit something! If your lucky, they might bouce off the roof and then come down on the Krauts, and cause havoc in there. When the lads down here see that the guns have stopped firing temporarily, I need you to run up the beach, so we can begin to fight our way off the beach."

Daniel and the other men, who he had chosen, readied themselves against the side of the hole."Start firing!" Daniel screamed. He waited a few seconds before the others and himself, rushed out onto the beach. Daniel was running on pure addrenelin when he started running. He began to slow a bit once the shock wore off, and he was attracting a lot of attention. He dived sidways behind an obstacle, and waited a few minutes until the firing had moved back down the beach.

He pulled himself off the ground and started forwards again.

[Naga Warasaki]

Whatever compelled the private (Cort) to do what he just did did not register through Naga's mind. Fear probably was the best reason he could come up with but the young corporal dared to voice his thoughts out because butting into other people's business, especially the captain's, was out of his station--and out of the private's too for that matter. They had a war to fight, and if one soldier discarded his task for another, it's almost as if asking a thread in a mat to re-weave the mat.

"Private. Your position is here. Now mov-"

A bullet cut through his shirt grazing his upper arm in blood. It was nothing major, but the shot had snapped Naga to attention. The enemies were now closing in, not at all what he had expected, and though he gripped the MG-42 and fired away the Allied soldiers had caught the drift of the system: first using half of their men as suppressive fires while the other half moved onward sometimes behind craters or better yet behind those damn grass fires.

"*insert curse word here*" he slammed his fist onto the artillery, already feeling the heat of the situation, but nevertheless Naga continued firing without words spoken of this discovery.

[Captain Matherson]

The Thompson droned on, Matherson thumping out rounds in quick bursts of lead aimed towards the central bunker which spewed forth an unimaginable amount of bullets onto the straggling Allies. His trigger finger twitched against the metal methodically, the sub-machine gun pushing back on his shoulder in response, never missing a beat. The rifle clicked and the Captain quickly rolled over to check what was wrong with it. Out of ammo. He reloaded the weapon and returned to his job.

After two more bursts of three rounds each, the rifle again clicked, not responding to his trigger. Damn it! He rolled over and manually pulled back the bolt into the recess position, staring into the chamber oblivious to the gunshots hammering all around him. A round hadn’t fitted into the barrel properly, and was askew from the last burst. The following bullet had also been pushed out of place by the first, and sprung out of the chamber when Chris opened it, the casing hooked onto the firing pin. With exasperation the officer pried the two rounds out of the rifle and discarded them into his ammunition pouch, letting the chamber fly forward again with a flick of his wrist.

When he returned to his position and continued firing, he saw that the first half of his platoon had made astounding progress up the beach, but from this distance the Captain couldn’t see how many casualties they had sustained. He leant his mouth down towards his radio, connected to his webbing shoulder-strap. ”Second section, take cover and prepare to fire on the emplacement position. First section, prepare to advance on my mark.” The soldiers all knew what they were doing, or at least what they had to do, all that remaining was Chris’ word to start the show. Far away, fourteen or so soldiers dived for cover and trained their weapons on the bunker. They were much closer now, and would be able to shoot the German’s in the bunker much more accurately. And they will also be able to shoot at us easier as well, he thought realistically.

”Second section, open fire on the bunker. Say again, open fire.” He couldn’t hear their gunshots over the drone of war, but he could see the flames from their rifles up the beach. The Captain counted to five and pushed a knee underneath him. ”First section! Mark! Go! Go! Go!” He sprung to his feet and bolted up the lead stricken sand, his comrades beside him all the way. Chris ducked and dodged around the obstacles on the beach, hoping to make a harder target if a soldier in the bunker was brave enough to stick his head up from suppression and take a shot at him…

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Hey, I know I wasn’t around yesterday -- but you’s have to slow down a little, there’s too many commands in each post, that I’m pulling my hair out when I’m reading through paragraphs of replies trying to note everything down. So please be considerate, I’m marking everything purely on one brain here (with calculations of troops) - my two post marking scheme seems to have gone out of the window a little.

Thanks!

Allied Effect: (in corresponding order)

Corporal, Daniel Brennan:

• Has given strict and firm orders to advance up the beach; with unorthodox orders (as the current Commanding Officer) to make the advance himself with a ‘small’ band of men (four Soldiers).
  
  
• Corporal Brennan has made vast’ progress up the beach, but NOT to the sea-wall. BARBED WIRE and the final line of ANTI-TANK traps are the last sophisticated obstacle.
  
  
• Corporal Brennan has reached the last obstacle, but has lost 2 men from his small squad of advancing men along the way… With the rest of his platoon, remaining back down the beach…
  

Captain Matherson:

• Orders for another advance has well been given, WITH Covering fire. As the CO, Cpt. Matherson has taken rightful league ‘After’ his soldiers (first wave), avoiding much needed damage.
  
  
• The Mass Covering fire, has also provided well needed cover, wounding another MG 42 Gunner, temporarily knocking one of the three guns out of functioning.
  
  
• Successfully making his way up to the rest of his section, Captain Matherson has also incurred various casualties -- (Read Axis Post to follow)
  

Axis Effect: (in corresponding order)

Private, Cort Hoch:

• Has left his position?… (sorry I can’t say much more)
  

Corporal, Naga Warasaki:

• Remaining manned on the MG 42, the Corporal has also given a strict order for Pvt. Hoch to return to his post immediately… (Whether Pvt. Hoch complies, is up to him)
  
  
• Corporal Warasaki, has also rendered another ‘Four’ casualties from his MG 42 alone of the newly advancing party up the beach (Cpt. Matherson’s advancing party).
  
  
• Due to lack of cooling (by Pvt. Hoch) and manning of the reloading, the MG 42 has suddenly overheated and jammed with a Multan hot cased shell within the barrel, rendering the gun ‘Immobilized’ temporarily.
  

PillBox Damage:[/b]

• ~ Bunker 1
  - Killed a further 1 (+ 2 from advancing squad) soldiers from Platoon #1, wounding a further 0 (20 Healthy Soldiers Remaining!)
  
  
• ~ Bunker 2:: Is firing upon two Platoons at once.
  - Killed 1 (+4 from Naga) soldiers from Platoon # 2, wounding a further 0. (17 HEALTHY soldiers remaining)
  - Killed 0 soldiers from Platoon #3, wounding a further 1. (20 HEALTHY soldiers remaining)
  
  
• ~ Bunker 3
  - Killed 0 soldier from platoon #4, wounding a further 1. (17 HEALTY soldiers remaining)

Overall statistics:[/b]
Survivors Found: 17
KIA (DEAD) [TOTAL]: 53
INJURED (Still eligible to fight, with help): 13

NEXT POST: CAPTAIN WOLFRAM...[/color]
~Danny

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Naga, you may control the NPC units (5 from each bunk, 15 men) and the two MG 42s being taken too… You’ll see what I mean when you read my post.

IC:
‘Unbelievable’ was the first thought that beckoned through Captain Wolfram’s cavernous mind, as he stood silently still and stern for a moment with observation over his men fighting beneath his wing. The bunker was drilled with noise, from shouts, humane rattling machinegun fire to that of hard placed footsteps by the few men running about like headless chickens, relaying fresh pales of water to the guns and grabbing brand new fresh encased ammunition boxes - shredding the silver lined foil from off the top, which now elegantly littered around the room, like silver snow upon the floor.

The Captain’s eyes were glazed over a little, as he righteously began to plan and scream things within his own mind, realising by the stress of the men, the Allied forces were drawing closer. He didn’t even need to overlook the battlefield, he already knew… As Rafael twisted on his boots to turn, a young male saluted and requested something, a gun? A gun!? The Captain’s eyes flared, as he glanced between the soldier and the unmanned post, in which the MG 42 inevitably became jammed and overheated. His fine young SS Corporal now subdued in a horrible situation, standing (more or less) in the open with a non-functioning weapon.

Captain Wolfram grasped Private Hoch by the collar of his uniform and angrily shoved him towards the Corporal, on closer inspection, had also been a little wounded. “Erhalten Sie jenes Gewehr arbeitend jetzt! Sie verlassen Ihren Postensoldaten nicht! Wenn Sie nicht kämpfen, werden wir Gefangene zum westlichen Abschaum durch das Ende von heute sein!!!” the Captain said in a full mouthful of temper, a spit spewed from his mouth and his veins throbbed within his temple, continuing by saying in a trustful of rage “WENN Sie es erhalten, arbeitend, werden Sie es sich besetzen! Glücklicher Soldat!?”

Snarling beneath his breath a little and turning to face the Corporal on the immobilized MG 42, Rafael dragging him away from the open pillbox window (any danger) by his arm a little to speak whilst he done so “Sie lassen fallen zurück zum Rückzugzonenobergefreiten, will ich Sie, Befehl von unserem Rückzugschutz zu nehmen. Brechen Sie alle Fenster aus und bewegen Sie irgendeine Tische, Möbel auf gegen die unteren Fenster. Sie werden die oberen Fenster benutzen, von zu feuern -- ich werde eine dringende Reihenfolge für zwei MG 42s schicken, von ab dem frontline zur Rückzugzone bewegt zu werden, macht mir stolzen Obergefreiten” the Captain said fluently fast, before giving the Corporal a quick salute and brushing past him to his radio man… ready to relay the message…

As Captain Wolfram walked to his Radio man, he grabbed the piece off equipment from off the man’s head, clicking the button down and relaying the message to the other bunks “Dies ist Kapitän Wolfram, brauche ich einen MG 42, Wiederholung, EIN MG 42 von Koje Ein und zwei mit fünf Männern, hinter zur Rückzugzone fallen zu lassen sofort. Über und aus” as Captain Wolfram slung the radio equipment onto the table, he looked over the men within the bunk - obviously staying for the fight…


Translations:[/b]
Erhalten Sie jenes Gewehr arbeitend jetzt! Sie verlassen Ihren Postensoldaten nicht! Wenn Sie nicht kämpfen, werden wir Gefangene zum judice westlichen Abschaum durch das Ende von heute sein!!!

~ Get that gun working now! You do not abandon your post soldier! If you do not fight, we will be prisoners to the western scum by the end of today!!!

WENN Sie es erhalten, arbeitend, werden Sie es sich besetzen! Glücklicher Soldat!?
~ WHEN you get it working, you'll man it yourself! Happy soldier!?


Sie lassen fallen zurück zum Rückzugzonenobergefreiten, will ich Sie, Befehl von unserem Rückzugschutz zu nehmen. Brechen Sie alle Fenster aus und bewegen Sie irgendeine Tische, Möbel auf gegen die unteren Fenster. Sie werden die oberen Fenster benutzen, von zu feuern -- ich werde eine dringende Reihenfolge für zwei MG 42s schicken, von ab dem frontline zur Rückzugzone bewegt zu werden, macht mir stolzen Obergefreiten

~ You're dropping back to the retreat zone Corporal, i want you to take command of our retreat shelter. Break all windows out and move any tables, furniture up against the lower windows. You will use the upper windows to fire from -- i will send an urgent order for two MG 42s to be moved from off the frontline to the retreat zone, do me proud Corporal.


Dies ist Kapitän Wolfram, brauche ich einen MG 42, Wiederholung, EIN MG 42 von Koje Ein und zwei mit fünf Männern, hinter zur Rückzugzone fallen zu lassen sofort. Über und aus.

~ This is Captain Wolfram, i need one MG 42, repeat, ONE MG 42 from bunk one and two with five men to drop back to the retreat zone, immediately. Over and out.

[Stephen Colly]

This was utter slaughter, the beach was covered with bodies of dieing or dead men. Stephen's eyes were closed as he sat in the shell hole, he couldn't move any further, he was shattered, his head hurt, his ears hurt, his brain hurt...everything hurt. He was going to die, here and now like so many other men, like the man in the hole next to him.

Hearing shouts from other officers, he looked up and a soldier was coming towards him, ducking and diving away from the bombs, he fell into the hole with Stephen.

"What are you doing! Sitting there! Come on!" said the soldier, who grabbed Stephen by the coller and pulled him out of the hole. Stephen fell onto the sand, but was pulled up and started to run towards the others, he didn't know where he was going, all he knew was to get out of here alive.

[monty2]

And 'Impossible' was the word running through Hoch's mind. The MG 42 was manned perfectly, and had no given reason to combust. Before he could maul it over properly, he was grabbed roughly by the collar, and dragged within an inch of the Captain's face, as well as his own consciousness. Luckily, he was much too shocked to utter any cry of protest, which would have been the end of whatever pride he held. Cort was pushed towards the gun, he staggered once, and to keep himself from crying, immediately went to work. He did not know where to begin, right away, with the bullets bouncing around the shelter distracting him. Huh- a lot. Naga was pulled away, and Cort was left by himself. With humiliation as well as an uncontrollable, unfathomable amount of desperation coloring his face probably crimson enough for the Allies below to to mark as a perfect target, he slowly picked over the gun. His fingers burned against the heated metal, but he really didn't feel it.

He scrunched his nose, as if they would help him concentrate, and then saw what went wrong. A bullet from below had grazed the very tip, a nearly impossible collision with an exiting bullet. The impact had sent the MG 42's partially back into the end, and then dented it from the inside. Nothing could exit, not properly, not without exploding, which it did. From the inside, hence the steam that was billowing out from every opening.
How could something like this have happened? It was not possible. It was unthinkable. Cort gave a violent shudder, the blood in his head pounding and threatening to cloud out his vision. He could not fix this, not under these circumstances, not with the Allies so close. He couldn't ix it before they broke through. How many guns did they have left? He wasn't sure, wouldn't know how to count at the moment.

With unsuitability and dread, Cort stood up and moved shakily over to his captain and Naga.
At first, all he did was squeak, then he took control of himself. He was far too pale, all for his eyes which gleamed with fear that had not yet formed into proper tears.

"Captain. Es ist ir-irreparabel beschädigt worden. Ich habe nicht das richtige Werkzeug für diese Art von Schäden."

He could voice nothing more, especially an apology, for fear of aggravating more anger. Even if there was another gun for him to fix/man, he did not think he would be allowed to do anything. Maybe the Captain would just pitch him from the bunker for being so useless. It wasn't his fault, was it?

Translations. <3 Google
-Captain. Es ist irreparabel beschädigt worden. Ich habe nicht das richtige Werkzeug für diese Art von Schäden.

+Captain. It's been damaged irreparably. I don't have the proper tools for this kind of damage.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

I’ll slot in a mod post here; doesn’t seem like a lot to mark.

Axis Effect: (Corresponding order)

Captain Wolfram:

• Giving initial and firm orders, Captain Wolfram has successfully given outlines on what Axis Members should achieve.
  - CORP. Warasaki = Is to take up a Retreat perimeter, just encase, with “ 15 ” men and “ 2 ” MG 42s.
  - PVT. Hoch = Repair and man a gun (but has failed from prior post).
  - Also, Relayed a message to other bunks.
  
  
• The two MG 42s requested to be withdrawn have also been successful, but now the frontline fire has weakened both in man-power and Gun-fire.
  - Bunk #1 (2 MG42s)
  - Bunk #2 (2 MG42s & 1 broken/immobilized MG 42)
  - Bunk #3 (2 MG42s)
  
  Man Power:
  (I‘m estimating this, because there is too many calculations for me to keep up to date with)
  
  - Bunk #1: 15 Remaining
  - Bunk #2: 10 Remaining (incurred most casualties)
  - Bunk #3: 15 remaining
  --- RETREAT ZONE ---
  15 Remaining.
  
  Private, Cort Hoch:
  
• Attempted to repair gun; failed to do so., but followed orders as given remarkably well under stress.
  

Allied Effect:

Private, Stephen Colly:

• Private Colly has began his advance… (Sorry I can’t say much more).
  

Bunker/Pillbox Damage:[/b]
---- There will be no Pillbox Damage on the Allies this round, due to lack’ of Allied Posts (athoritive
ones) ----

~Danny

[Daniel Brennan]

"Wha-," Daniel exclaimed, before being diving for cover behind an oddly shaped block of metal and wood. Presubably, it used to be some sort of obstacle, but it must have taken a few hits from artilley. Daniel had dived aside, because he was getting a lot of attention from all three guns, and he was quick to notice one of the guns suddenly stopping. He didn't know why it had stopped, and he didn't care. It was one less gun to watch out for.

By now, the other guns had moved to different targets, and Daniel pulled himself off the ground, and started running again. His feet slipped on the loose sand, and his chest was acheing, but he didn't stop until he reached a bank of earth, which he threw himself down behind. Two of the men who he had picked to run with him were already crouching there, and he didn't need to ask about the other two. "Why are you stopped here,?" He said angrily. He didn't get a reply, other than a finger pointing up at the bank.

He looked upwards and swore. "Barbed wire," He muttered."Well ... As you must have noticed by now, one of the guns has stopped firing. I think they've taken it away somewhere else. Ok, you He called over to one of the soldiers."Will face back down the beach. If you see someone from the Platoon try to run up the beach, then signal to them to get back into cover. At my word, I want you to signal for four men to start making their way up the beach. I miscalculated, we need a few more men for what I want to do. Daniel waited to see the man acknowledge his request, before turning to the other one."We are going to try and cause a few more injuries, in the pillbox itself. We are a lot closer to the bunkers now, so we have a high chance of hitting someone. I want you to take careful aim at the MG 42 on the right. If you can't see the person operating it, then try and put the weapon itself out of action. I'll take the one on the left.

The man nodded nervously, before crawling of the sand a small bit, taking careful aim at the enemy. Daniel himself turned towards the gun on the left. He lifted up his rifle, and rested it on the sand. He closed one eye, and peered down the sights with his other one. He could see the flashing circle that was
the gun, and just above it he could see a dark shape - Presumably the man the was opperating it. His finger tightened on the trigger. He waited a few more seconds before firing the first shot towards the shape. Then, he turned his attention to the gun itself. He lined that up in his sights, then fired off two more shots."Signal for the four men!," He gasped.

[Naga Warasaki]

Time and order came two by two in the interface of war, and the quite frightened private (Cort) had unknowingly cut the silent stability. Captain Wolfram had known of it and lashed out his brunt on the young man. Though it was not him who received his officer’s anger, Naga could not help but squirmed as he listened.

He planned to move quick and retreated towards the zone with few of the assigned men but the sound of a hissing MG 42 stopped him right on his track. Again it was his earlier assistance who fumbled on the heated artillery, and because irritation had probably rubbed his skin Naga saluted to the Captain asking permission to bring him along.

"From the looks of it he's useless around here, Sir. I’ll take him instead."

His almond slitted eyes darted to the dark haired lad, itching for the private to move and follow him out.