Post by Franz Albrecht on Jun 29, 2010 23:21:46 GMT
Country: Germany
Area/Setting: Seelow Heights
Current time: 0400Hrs
Weather conditions: Light Drizzle after rain
War does not determine who is right - only who is left…..
The first shells hissed over head exploding as the strike the earth, shattering everything in it’s path. They splintered the trees as if they were toothpicks casting off deadly wooden shrapnel in all directions, while keeping my head low I watch in curiosity. We are all aware of the present danger, none of us show our fear…everyone waits on their belly’s as the hissing and howls rip over our heads hurling earth and sand into the air as they hit home, tearing the largest trees from their roots, the smell of the exploding shells fills the air, a stinking steam soon acompanys the stench, may it truly be a miracle should I survive.
The night sky was constantly flashing from the mass of soviet guns shelling the Heights. They were throwing everything they had at the units dispatched to defend these vital fixed positions. Here at Seelow Heights the bulk of the German defence force waited for the assault that was sure to follow the bombardment. Luckily the sectors commanders, Heinrici and Busse anticipated the barrage and withdrew the defenders behind the trench lines before they were obliterated.
Albrecht watched with a blank look upon his face, as the thick black smoke rose into the sky that seemed never ending. Everything these days appeared in slow motion, it was like a bad dream that never seemed to end. There was no hope for victory now, it was slowly drawing to an end. The final defence of the Fatherland would be the last great act of defiance.
As the Soviet shelling ended it was countered by a German barrage that was followed by a Russian infantry assault. Franz lifted himself off the marshy ground grabbing his MP40 he fell in with the dozens of German soldiers who rushed back to their positions in order to hold the line from the advancing Soviets. Bullets whizzed through the air, men fell to the left and right of Albrecht as he ran towards the trenches, he dropped to his knees and rolled into the ditch, bullets struck the ground in front of the trench line, the rumble of 88’s echoed in the background, their shells flew over head zeroed in on the enemy.
Frankie peered over the trench spotting waves of enemies rushing their position, he carefully lifted his MP40 taking aim, waiting for them to enter his range. The position was now heavily occupied by friendly soldiers of every branch, Heer, Hitler Jugend, Volkssturm, and the SS. Their faces appeared tired but firm, covered in dirt, with bags under their eyes, despite their current condition they were ready to fight.
"Men ready! Do not make it easy for them! everyone must contribute his part. The fate of your country depends on you, I beg you, your best, nothing less, nothing more. These dark times we all need to sacrifice with the hope for something better in the future, I ask you, stand with me here, we can deliver the Russians a shocking blow, show them we will not give up admitting defeat!"
A Wehrmacht Major stood tall calling out to the men of the line, an attempt to raise morale and give them hope of victory. Frank knew as did most others that their attempts to hold off the Russians would only last so long before they were overran without reinforcement. Glancing back out at the advancing enemies Frank let out a sigh as the masses drew closer, an older soldier beside him patted the Sturmscharfuhrer on the shoulder passing him a lit smoke which he accepted with a quiet nod. The mans Blue eyes locked with his, a stare Frankie would never forget for the rest of his life. After the moment faded away the order came…..
“Offenen Feuer!!!”
Every gun on the line opened up, machine guns chattered, rifles cracked, unloading hell towards the enemy. They fell in great numbers, cut down by machine guns, blasted by mortars, pure carnage at it’s best. The sounds of battle echoed through the air as the rain began to fall once more.
Area/Setting: Seelow Heights
Current time: 0400Hrs
Weather conditions: Light Drizzle after rain
War does not determine who is right - only who is left…..
The first shells hissed over head exploding as the strike the earth, shattering everything in it’s path. They splintered the trees as if they were toothpicks casting off deadly wooden shrapnel in all directions, while keeping my head low I watch in curiosity. We are all aware of the present danger, none of us show our fear…everyone waits on their belly’s as the hissing and howls rip over our heads hurling earth and sand into the air as they hit home, tearing the largest trees from their roots, the smell of the exploding shells fills the air, a stinking steam soon acompanys the stench, may it truly be a miracle should I survive.
The night sky was constantly flashing from the mass of soviet guns shelling the Heights. They were throwing everything they had at the units dispatched to defend these vital fixed positions. Here at Seelow Heights the bulk of the German defence force waited for the assault that was sure to follow the bombardment. Luckily the sectors commanders, Heinrici and Busse anticipated the barrage and withdrew the defenders behind the trench lines before they were obliterated.
Albrecht watched with a blank look upon his face, as the thick black smoke rose into the sky that seemed never ending. Everything these days appeared in slow motion, it was like a bad dream that never seemed to end. There was no hope for victory now, it was slowly drawing to an end. The final defence of the Fatherland would be the last great act of defiance.
As the Soviet shelling ended it was countered by a German barrage that was followed by a Russian infantry assault. Franz lifted himself off the marshy ground grabbing his MP40 he fell in with the dozens of German soldiers who rushed back to their positions in order to hold the line from the advancing Soviets. Bullets whizzed through the air, men fell to the left and right of Albrecht as he ran towards the trenches, he dropped to his knees and rolled into the ditch, bullets struck the ground in front of the trench line, the rumble of 88’s echoed in the background, their shells flew over head zeroed in on the enemy.
Frankie peered over the trench spotting waves of enemies rushing their position, he carefully lifted his MP40 taking aim, waiting for them to enter his range. The position was now heavily occupied by friendly soldiers of every branch, Heer, Hitler Jugend, Volkssturm, and the SS. Their faces appeared tired but firm, covered in dirt, with bags under their eyes, despite their current condition they were ready to fight.
"Men ready! Do not make it easy for them! everyone must contribute his part. The fate of your country depends on you, I beg you, your best, nothing less, nothing more. These dark times we all need to sacrifice with the hope for something better in the future, I ask you, stand with me here, we can deliver the Russians a shocking blow, show them we will not give up admitting defeat!"
A Wehrmacht Major stood tall calling out to the men of the line, an attempt to raise morale and give them hope of victory. Frank knew as did most others that their attempts to hold off the Russians would only last so long before they were overran without reinforcement. Glancing back out at the advancing enemies Frank let out a sigh as the masses drew closer, an older soldier beside him patted the Sturmscharfuhrer on the shoulder passing him a lit smoke which he accepted with a quiet nod. The mans Blue eyes locked with his, a stare Frankie would never forget for the rest of his life. After the moment faded away the order came…..
“Offenen Feuer!!!”
Every gun on the line opened up, machine guns chattered, rifles cracked, unloading hell towards the enemy. They fell in great numbers, cut down by machine guns, blasted by mortars, pure carnage at it’s best. The sounds of battle echoed through the air as the rain began to fall once more.
