Soldiers of Chaos

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

Anzio, the beautiful city by the sea was warm under the light of the afternoon sun, the scattered clouds drifted lazily, looking like large scars cut into the sky from an angry gods sword. Yet the city looked like paradise, the vibrant colours and the cool sea breeze gave the buildings a placid and relaxed air. It was truly a beautiful place, a place of peace and tranquillity, of simple pleasures and easy living. The presence of Allied Military forces seemed to be a sin against the city itself. The invasion of Anzio was well underway and enemy forces where pouring onto the beaches and making their way into the streets.

Pelican Company of the 185th Nembo had been deployed as a rapid response unit in the face of the invasion. Under the command of Sergente Christopher James D’Dario, he lead a small force towards the city in an attempt to intercept and slow down the invading forces in order to give the main force time to organise a proper defence.

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D’Dario rolled along the street in a sidecar attached to a motorbike, his weapon was propped up on the front of the car, a belt of bullets swung back forth from the breach and the steel tips reflected the sun as they rocked in the breeze. They where travelling slowly along side of two rows of infantry, the soldiers had their weapons in their hands, their eyes scanning the buildings and the streets. They knew why they were here, they knew that they would most likely be facing a larger, stronger force, and even though they marched on through the streets in defiance to the invaders, their faces were worried.

D’Dario knew what they where feeling, what they where thinking, but he also knew that when it came down to the fight they would do their duty. They had proven themselves before, and D’Dario had no reason to doubt them now. He looked over his men, the machine gunners carrying their Breda 30’s over their shoulders, but should they come under fire they would be able to deploy the guns quickly, they where trained in their use, as D’Dario was, but the Sergente had a machine of war that was by far the superior of the Breda’s. D’Dario’s German MG 42 had every advantage over the Italian Breda’s, and he guarded his weapon with fierce jealousy. His men knew the advantages the MG 42 brought them, and D’Dario believed that they felt safer knowing that they had one of the best machineguns ever built watching their backs.

Also watching their backs was an AutoBalinda 41, the armoured car was rumbling along at the rear of the unit, its 20mm cannon was ready to fire over their heads at anything that popped up, and the rear machine gun was able to cover their backs. D’Dario looked back at the car with a grin; a surprise attack on them would be met with a hail of high powered fire almost instantly. As the thought of fire crossed his mind he scanned the soldiers again until his eyes picked out Selluni, the engineer was walking along behind the rest of the men, but they had given him a large amount of distance. Strapped to Selluni’s back was a tank filled with a highly flammable mixture of liquids and in his hands he held the nozzle of the flamethrower. D’Dario’s grin grew at the sight of the deadly weapon. There where very few things in war that could break soldiers moral quicker then a jet of flames being hurled at them.

D’Dario called a halt to the march; he wanted to survey the area a little before advancing any further and also wanted to get the men set up into a more combat ready formation. The AB 41 parked on one side of the road and the soldiers lined up, ever disciplined, on the other. The bike was parked next to the armoured car and D’Dario got out, hefting his MG 42 onto his shoulder, he walked along in front of the men, as he walked he grew visibly angry. Each step seemed to turn up his rage as he looked around at the almost empty buildings and streets. A few civilians where still trying to make their way out of the city. He turned towards his men.
” Follow me, and the glory of victory shall be yours! We shall cleanse ourselves in the crimson waters of our enemy. We shall bring the ecstasy of quick release to those who stand before us. We shall give bloody praise to the Lord and sing his name as we dance across the fallen.”
D’Dario’s men raised their weapons and roared. ”WE ARE THE DESTROYER!”

D’Dario turned from his men. They where ready now, they wanted blood, they wanted death. He looked out towards the enemy, knowing they where out there and soon they would be in combat and thought to himself. You have caused us great discomfort, little flea... And I feel inclined to scratch.


(OOC: I won’t write in Italian… too much dicking about.)

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[MAJ Patterson]

Patterson wiped the sweat from his brow before returning his patrol cap atop it. The weather wasn't especially warm, but the fighting to secure the beaches of Anzio hadn't help relax the body. The fighting in the streets hadn't been the nicest welcoming party either, but Patterson never expected the locals to be happy they were arriving. Being a Major he was not directly involved in front-line actions, but the losses they had faced getting to where they were now were almost staggering. Luckily they had secured enough of the town to start moving the larger landing craft ashore, some of the first armor to hit the beaches were those of the 3ID, specifically the 3rd Armored Brigade, Henry's unit. Finally they would be among the first to receive the good stuff off the bat, seems that Division command had finally realized all the work they had been able to accomplish and felt they deserved the better equipment. Patterson and his men had made the most headway for the American Army so far in the war.

The fighting had died down for a short while now, Patterson had men stationed on over-watch to allow the remainder to rest. As much had he was glad they had received the supplies they had needed, he also knew that he and his men would be one of the first unit's to move their lines further inland, he made sure they got some rest before they were baptized by fire...again. With his extra time before he had to round them up to move he surveyed his maps and the distant outskirts through his binoculars. He had a feeling that with the chaos still in the midst of being controlled the orders wouldn't be very specific, if he could get away with choosing his own path he wanted it fresh in his mind.

Giles, if we can I want to take the men toward the northwest. It opens up terrain and building wise more so than our other options, I don't want our armor sitting in the rear unable to get into battle. Understood?" The Major asked his most senior, and closest, of NCOs.

Giles answered back "Understood completely sir, by the way, dirt is a good look for you." He finished off with a smirk.

"Well let's hope I'm the ugliest one of the bunch by the time the sun goes down." He wanted no ill will to befall his men, no commander worth their own piss did, but he knew that it came with the territory, you had to give the orders that would have men killed, so you did your best to see they were trained well and lead properly. You even forfeited a few hours rest to make sure they would be heading into the most favorable of conditions. Henry watched Giles return back to the rooftop door and head downstairs.

* * *

Patterson cleared his throat after receiving orders from command, sure enough, they were the first ones to be moving out, luckily they were ordered west by northwest. Close enough that he could use his exit strategy from the town. He took a few breathes as he looked out over the town behind him, smoke was rising in a few areas, but for the most part everything was intact outside of bullet holes. At least the men coming in off the beaches would have intact ceilings to sleep under. Patterson picked up his mic once more to relay his orders. "White Bishop, Kennel Master, this is Bulldog Six, how copy over?" within moments the radio sparked to life with Staff Sergeant Mac Bargett responding to the call, followed by Radio Operator Allen Morrison, they responded in the order they were addressed, as trained. Patterson continued. "White Bishop, Kennel Master, we will be moving out in twenty mikes. I want White Bishop on my right flank and Kennel Master on my left flank. Break" Henry wet his mouth and took a breath. "Staging area is as follows, Oscah, Yankee, Four, Six, Niner, Six...Eight, One, Six, Four...say again Oscah, Yankee, Four, Six, Niner, Six...Eight, One, Six, Four. I will brief you on our AoA once you arrive. How copy over?" Patterson listened as the coordinates were repeated back to him by both parties, in specified order. "Good copy, Bulldog Six out." Patterson gathered his gear and headed downstairs to rally Giles and the remaining able bodied men that had made it this far with them. The wounded had already been sent back to buildings on the shoreline for treatment and escort back to the medical ships.

* * *

At the staging area Patterson relayed his orders to each of his flank commanders, Bargett on the right, Buckley on the left. The Major also reallocated men and resources as needed amongst them. They hooked up their flakvierling to the rear of the Sherman Firefly and headed toward the edge of town. Patterson would normally make it a point that if vehicles were at their disposal but did not have enough room for everyone that men would switch off ass they traveled for rest, but Giles had been at his side for so long he already had the task handled.

As they reached the edge of the mountainous region Patterson called for the unit to halt, he climbed atop the tank and peered through his binoculars once more. Just what I would do, pull back to mobilize but send out assault groups to give you the time to collect the resources for a major counter attack. Course if I'm lucky, this is all that is left. Henry thought to himself, even though he knew there were still thousands of troops they would engage before they got off the peninsula.

"Lockheart! Take the flak gun and set it up to the south to watch the open field! Then return to the main road!" Patterson shouted into the hatch of the tank before hopping down and motioning for his men to rally on him. "We have enemy forces on the other side of this field from us, approximately 300 meters! Strength currently unknown, appears to be Mechanized Infantry! I will relay further information to each of you as soon as I have it! Dismissed!" He ordered to his men, the Sergeants taking their troops to their respective flanks. Henry took his men to the rear of the closest building, Buckley took the same route and deployed just beyond where the flak gun was being positioned. Patterson hefted his Johnson light machine gun up to his chest and smashed the window closest to him. "Grant, Connery, clear this glass and start helping everyone inside!" They nodded and carefully removed the remaining glass from the area before squatting against the wall with their knees out to use as a temporary step ladder. "Everyone inside!" the Major ordered, he wanted his men in position as fast as possible.

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(OOC: Nice post SeeJay, felt like I was marching with you and your men. Hope Mac doesn't mind a slight bit of god-modding for radio use purposes, needed to advance the intro post.)

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

Italy was one hell of a place now wasn’t it? It had been something to fight in Africa and then get pushed back, but no one knew that Hitler and the Third Reich would be pushed back to the country of Italy. Wasn’t exactly the worst place to be but it wasn’t exactly the best, just a bunch of Italians that didn’t even believe in the Nazis and just wanted to fight because the pope said so. One hell of a secondary team for Hitler wasn’t it?

The ride had been a short ride that seemed to go by longer then thought of, but no one expected to see such a force. A tank towards the Italians and what seemed to be a flak gun of sorts near the Germans. Although this seemed huge, they all knew that it was possible for the Axis to pull this off. It was no where near impossible and Adelbert knew that.

Soon enough the Germans and Italians would begin what they would do, a certain plan of sorts but they were still not sure about fighting a tank. This meant nothing to Adelbert, a strong, confident leader that had the taste of blood in his mouth. And in the armored car you ask? A Nazi flag, waiting to be flung in the air over a smoking tank carcass, Something they all knew would look beautiful.

[[OOC: Allright you don’t see my squad or Adelbert, but they are positioned on top of the Car as of right now. I’ll position them in the next post as they rode in this way.]]

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[Mac Bargett]

”Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for this meal that our gracious hostess has brought before us. May it warm our bodies in the same way as your presence warms our soul, and let it give us strength for the combat that we will surely experience as we continue Your Crusade to destroy the forces of evil that have spread across Europe like a plague. Allow us to be forever victorious in Your name. Amen”

12 pairs of eyes suddenly opened and stared at the steaming bowl of meat stew that sat in front of each American soldier. 12 hands quickly grabbed their forks and spoons and began to shovel the warm lunch into 12 open mouths. Staff Sergeant Bargett himself quickly sat down and grabbed his own fork, but the very instance he had stabbed the tines into the soft flesh of a sliced potato, an electric voice called out from the handy talkie sitting by his elbow. All the men froze, spoonfuls of meat and vegetables inches from their faces. Mac motioned for them to continue.

”Better eat fast. But don’t stuff yourselves, we may have to move out shortly.” he told them as he grabbed the radio and stood up.

As he stepped outside the small farmhouse kitchen he responded into the machine ”Clear copy, Bulldog Six. This is White Bishop actual, over.” Carefully he listened to his superior’s every word. Mac’s squad was going to move from their relaxed positions, and reconnect with a main force. He memorized the map coordinations as they were given to him, and then returned them in same, ”Clear copy. Oscar Yankee Four Six Niner Six Eight One Six Four. Over.” Another radioman repeated the same message and Major Patterson replied that both wer correct, and then signed off, followed by Kennel Master and then White Bishop himself.

As Mac lowered the radio’s antennae and pulled out his map to find the coordinates, he returned to the house. And the moment he stepped through the doorway, the 12 pairs of eyes focused on him, although their mouths continued to feed. As his own eyes searched the carefully folded map, the NCO spoke to his men, ”We got our orders, we will be regrouping with Major Patterson,” Mac lowered his voice, “To take a village. It’s not that far, just the next town over, and my briefing was that it contained little resistance. So we know what that means.” A few soldiers took a break from eating to create gloomy smiles on their faces for a short moment. Mac continued, ”So we better get there quickly and be ready for a fight. And Carpazo, thank our hostess and tell her that we are leaving, don‘t tell her everything of course. And give her a couple Hershey bars for her trouble.” Mac pointed to the old Italian woman who had been standing in the corner, silently watching the young men with a gloriously happy smile on her face.

“Yessa” the squad’s mandatory Italian-American private replied, as the rest of the men stood up and grabbed their weapons and packs and began filing out of the building. Quickly Mac pour his chilled bowl of stew down his thoat before following.

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30 minutes later, the column neared the objective. The first building they came to, a small brick shack, was empty, void of all life and luxury. The second, bigger building, was just as empty and it was here, that Mac decided to hold the squad until new orders from Patterson. And even though it was made of stone, he didn’t trust the building, so he gave the order for the squad to dig in. It was just then, as he tore his entrenching tool into the dirt, that Bargett began to feel a great rumble erupt from the ground, At first he thought it was coming from the East, but a private proved him wrong with the call of “Firefly!” Now, behind them, Mac could see the Sherman advancing forward into the town. “Light resistence, huh?” another private asked.

”Yeah.” Was all Mac could think to reply, as he pull his radio’s antenna and brought it back to life.

”Bulldog Six, this is White Bishop ready and awaiting orders, over.”

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[Nathan Whyte]

For future reference, I'd appreciate if you let me do a quick mod post after the neutral round before hostile posts, CJ.

Before I mod, can all combatants PM me a list of their NPC's, so I can keep track of who dies etc.

Cheers.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Allied[/u][/color]
Major Patterson
Staff Sergeant Mac Bargett
Sergeant Dean Giles
Sergeant Samuel Buckley

Radio Operator Allen Morrison

BTB Robert Moon
BTB John J. Rambo (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Corporal Bradley Cunningham (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Private Calvin Rorschach
Private Damian Richards
Private Joseph Connery
Private Daniel Grant
Private Matthew Potts
Private Micheal Diaz
Private Micheal Washington
Private Troy Stetson
Private Heath Dobbs

"Ares" Sherman Firefly
CREW:
Alex Lockheart
Adam Green
Scott Petty
Elliot Mitchel
Ben Gregory

"Razor" Flakvierling
CREW:
Private Patrick Bailey

Private Albert Murdoc
Private B. A. Hannibal
Private H. M. Faceman
Private Daniel Pyre
Private Martin Archer
Private Anthony Carpazo
Private Henry Smart
Private Joseph Bradley
Private Gary Jasper
Private Red Hartstock

Remarks: High spirits - They have a strong position, a high-ranking commander, and armour support.

Axis
Sergente D'Dario
Gefreiter Cordlent
ENG: Michal Selluni (Flamethrower Equipped)

MG: Sld. Rocco Litterly
MG: Sld. Vito Liesuno

Sniper: Sld. Ulissie Borric

Medic: Sld. Reinhold Krainenfield

Cpl. Forino Lesuta and
Cpl. Davide Jaccobi
Sld. Aldo Lettichine
Sld. Domanic Bellise
Sld. Jacobo Disines
Sld. Livio Deluna
Sld. Marco Morettie
Sld. Peppe Morettie
Sld. Baldo Torbelli
Sld. Corrado Selianto
Sld. Emido Tellisi
Sld. Jacob Milanti
Sld. Luka D'Risso
Sld. Romeo Julietti

Light Armour:
Motorbike with Sidecar
Autobilinda 41 Armored Car

SdKfz. 222:
Call-Sign: One Eye
Crew:
Vincent Fritzergerlad (Commander)
Franz Fritz (Driver)
Fritz Franz (Gunner)

Pvt. Hanz Burger
Pvt. Fritz Gerold
Pvt. Matthaeus Rook
Pvt. Robert Hunz
Pvt. Fitzer Fiend
Pvt. Glyde Fresh


Remarks: A bit unsure - no officers means a few men are a bit unsure of leadership given the size of their force, and relative few senior NCO's.

Actions
Basically, everybody is in position, waiting for further orders.

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[Christopher J. D'Dario]

( The following is on the allied approach, it takes place while the Flakverling and the foxholes are being set up and dug out… This is assuming that we noticed the super tank and mass infantry heading towards us from a distance.)

D’Dario was still pacing back and forth in front of his men, they were ready but he wanted them to be higher, he needed them to be out of their minds. Only D’Dario knew what was coming towards them, only he knew what they could be facing. He only hoped that when this was over their sacrifice would have given the main force enough time to finish their defences. The civilians were panicking now, abandoning their goods and running as if from the devil himself. He turned towards his men again.
” What is the strongest weapon of the Italians? The Pope? No! The Autoblinda? No! The tank? The Carcano ? The fist? Not at all! Courage and courage alone stands above them all! I ask you now to show me your courage as you will show the enemy! It is with our courage that we will defeat them!”
”WE ARE THE DISTROYER!” His men shouted back. In their faces he could see that they wanted to go into battle, they wanted to shed the blood of the enemy and tear their flesh asunder. D’Dario pointed to the fleeing civilians.
”Our people are forced from their homes! But we will return them to their houses! We will push back the invaders that infect our land! We will crush them and everything they hold dear!”
”WE ARE THE DISTROYER!”
D’Dario raised his MG 42 high into the air with a roar and his men followed suit. He was about to continue his speech but his words where cut short. He could see their enemy approaching. The ground rumbled under the heavy treads of a super tank as it approached them flanked by infantry. They where still far away, but it would not take long before they would be close enough to engage.

Instantly D’Dario snapped around at another sound coming up behind them, a German armoured car rolled to a halt just down from them with a squad in tow. So they would not be alone in this then. D’Dario looked around at the approaching enemy. They still had time, his mind was racing, he knew Anzio fairly well, and he marched off towards the Germans while barking orders at his men.

“Machine guns set up in that building there and that building there, suppressive fire as soon as the enemy presents itself!” He pointed to the structures and Rocco and Vito took off towards them. Each one charged into the buildings and ran to a window, and loaded their Breda machine guns, locking the stripper clips into place and ramming back the bolt, loading a round into the chamber and shouldering their weapons, once they started to fire they would mount the guns on the window ledge and send out a rain of rounds, firing upon anything that looked soft enough for them to kill.

D’Dario was still shouting orders before the machine gunners had taken a few steps. ”Ulissie! Set up in that building! Priority targets are officers of any rank, communication personnel and anyone carrying a big gun!” Ulissie sprinted off towards the building. He was light and agile, just as a sniper should be. D’Dario would have loved to have him hidden in a good spot well before the enemy soldiers showed up, but luck was not with them on that. Ulissie found a nice window and stood back from it. He knew that a gun barrel pointing out of a window was inviting a storm of bullets. Instead he would stand back, what little flash his weapon would have would not be easily seen unless someone was looking directly at his window.

”Reinhold go wait behind that building but keep your ear out for a shout for help, we’ll need you to move quickly.” The medic ran over to the building and kneeled down, checking his bag and other equipment, he would need to be mobile and ready as soon as the call for a medic went up.

D’Dario reached the Germans, he knocked on the hatch to the car and waited for it to open so the crew could hear him as well, if they didn’t open it quick enough he would just shout at them, one way or another, they would hear him. He turned to the German Gefreiter and quickly relayed his orders. It didn’t take long and he was soon running back towards his own men. He just had to hope the Germans had the balls to follow through with it.

As he was running back he shouted out too the Engineer. ” Michal! Get the bike over too Reinhold and hold that position!” The engineer rushed off to grab the bike and brought it over to the building, parking it on the side of the road. He wondered if the medic was going to be using it to get to wounded men quickly, he could put the wounded in the sidecar and ride them to a safer place in order to fix them up… it wasn’t a bad idea.

He called out to the infantry. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was wishing he had some radio’s, it would have made things so much easier, but he would make do with what he had… and all he were men. He just hoped they would still be pumped up from his little speech. ”Forino, there’s a mountain path to the north, take that and flank around the enemy’s side. Fix bayonets and charge them only if you can. If not I want suppressing fire on them from the mountain.” Forino saluted and rushed off, his squad in tow behind him. They had their mission, and he motioned to Davide and his men to come to him.
”The first chance you get, I want you to make for that downed fighter, use it for cover and suppress the enemy as best you can, if an opportunity to advance presents itself, take it. Now stack up behind that building and wait for your chance. Move quickly and keep low.” He pointed at the men took off.

Meanwhile the enemy was close now… too close. D’Dario opened the hatch on the Autoblinda and gave his orders.
”I need you to charge the enemy, you’ll be supported. Use evasive actions and get into their line, the tank can’t hurt you if you’re surrounded by their infantry, use the machine guns to take them out, run them over, I don’t care. Use the cannon to try and cripple the tank, aim for the treads.” The commander of the armoured car gave D’Dario a weird look, as if to ask why the Sergente needed to add the last part about the treads. Of course they where going to aim for the treads… that was the only part of the damn tank they would even have a chance of hurting. The hatch closed and the car roared into life. It looked like the enemy had finished setting up now and were probably ready for them. Damn it! He needed more time!

But there was no more time, he had only just made it to his position when the machine guns opened fire on the buildings that where now occupied by enemy soldiers. The Autoblinda rolled past and he could hear it shifting into a higher gear as it advanced. Soon there was no more sound other then the crack of gunfire. D’Dario hit the dirt and peered around the corner of his building before dropping to his belly and poking the barrel of his MG 42 around, most of his body was behind the wall so only the weapon and his head really poked out. Hopefully they didn’t have a sniper and hopefully their tank gunner wasn’t too alert. The Autoblinda was quick and agile but would it be able to outrun the rotation of the tanks turret? Would its smaller size prove too hard for the gunner to hit? The firefly was built to take on tanks that lumbered along at a slow pace; D’Dario prayed that the Autoblinda would survive as it opened fire with its hull mounted machine gun, the turret rotating to bring the tank into its fireing line.

His prayers would have to wait; he could see movement in the windows of a building and narrowed his vision. He could feel the cold hard steel of the trigger under his finger and the belt of bullets glistened in the sunlight. Hitler’s buzz saw they called this weapon, and with rage in his eyes D’Dario squeezed the trigger and the buzz saw came to life, sending out a quick spray of bullets towards the windows of the far building, something had been said to D’Dario a long time ago. Its not the bullet with your name on it you have to worry about, you could never catch that one. It’s the bullet addressed ‘To whom it may concern’ that you have to worry about.’ Right now, D’Dario was mailing a mass amount of metal towards someone who most defiantly would be concerned.

Meanwhile, as the battle began to rage, Ulissie was quietly scanning the far side of the battlefield with his scope. He was looking into the windows of the buildings opposite him, searching for prey, and he found it. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he peered through the scope… Sitting in his line of sight was the Flakverling and its gunner. He could just see it, perched on its base it was higher up then the ground troops, through the windows of the far building he could see the bloody flakverling! It would be a tight shot, there wasn’t much room left or right, but he could see it, and it was these types of shots that Ulissie lived for. He was a sniper and this would test his abilities. If he got this on the first shot, he would have one hell of a story too tell. He steadied his breathing, lining up the crosshairs with the gunner, licking his lips in anticipation of the kill. Hell was exploding around him but all he was focused on was putting one of his bullets into the flesh of the devil that was sitting in his sights. His Scoped M38 kicked as he pulled the trigger and sent a round out towards his target, punching a hole in the window in front of him. In truth it wasn’t a difficult shot, the flak gunner was stationary and so was Ulissie. The only hard part was that his view was narrow, but still, even that didn’t matter, if a sniper couldn’t hit an unmoving target with a clear line of sight, then he should pack down his scope and go home.

It has begun...


(OOC: The soldiers, bike and engineer behind the building are grouped a lot closer then that and more behind the building, I just had too put them there to avoid making too much of a mess. Hope that’s ok, also, the autoblinda is on the move, it hasn’t stopped in that position I just put it there cause I think that’s where it would have gotten too by now.)

[Nathan Whyte]

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Allied[/u][/color]
Major Patterson
Staff Sergeant Mac Bargett
Sergeant Dean Giles
Sergeant Samuel Buckley

Radio Operator Allen Morrison

BTB Robert Moon
BTB John J. Rambo (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Corporal Bradley Cunningham (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Private Calvin Rorschach
Private Damian Richards
Private Joseph Connery
Private Daniel Grant
Private Matthew Potts
Private Micheal Diaz
Private Micheal Washington
Private Troy Stetson
Private Heath Dobbs

"Ares" Sherman Firefly
CREW:
Alex Lockheart
Adam Green
Scott Petty
Elliot Mitchel
Ben Gregory

"Razor" Flakvierling
CREW:
Private Patrick Bailey – Inured, moderate

Private Albert Murdoc
Private B. A. Hannibal
Private H. M. Faceman
Private Daniel Pyre – Injured, moderate.
Private Martin Archer - Dead
Private Anthony Carpazo
Private Henry Smart
Private Joseph Bradley
Private Gary Jasper
Private Red Hartstock

Remarks: Slightly shocked, demoralised by the enmy attack, but still strong.

Axis
Sergente D'Dario
Gefreiter Cordlent
ENG: Michal Selluni (Flamethrower Equipped)

MG: Sld. Rocco Litterly
MG: Sld. Vito Liesuno

Sniper: Sld. Ulissie Borric

Medic: Sld. Reinhold Krainenfield

Cpl. Forino Lesuta and
Cpl. Davide Jaccobi
Sld. Aldo Lettichine
Sld. Domanic Bellise
Sld. Jacobo Disines
Sld. Livio Deluna
Sld. Marco Morettie
Sld. Peppe Morettie
Sld. Baldo Torbelli
Sld. Corrado Selianto
Sld. Emido Tellisi
Sld. Jacob Milanti
Sld. Luka D'Risso
Sld. Romeo Julietti

Light Armour:
Motorbike with Sidecar
Autobilinda 41 Armored Car

SdKfz. 222:
Call-Sign: One Eye
Crew:
Vincent Fritzergerlad (Commander)
Franz Fritz (Driver)
Fritz Franz (Gunner)

Pvt. Hanz Burger
Pvt. Fritz Gerold
Pvt. Matthaeus Rook
Pvt. Robert Hunz
Pvt. Fitzer Fiend
Pvt. Glyde Fresh


Remarks: Intimidated by the Firefly.

Actions
Raising the morale of his men, D'Dario gave clear and concise orders regarding the attack.

Quickly, soliders positioned themselves, but the noise and activity caught the eyes of the Americans, and the shout came from them to quickly get in to firing positions.

The armoured car's advance was very clear, and Ares began trying to track it, and give the first blast of the battle.

However, the timing of the tank was off – Ares fired as the Autoblinda turned, and the round missed, instead impacting the corner of the furthest North-West building. A large part of the building was destroyed, causing the Italians climbing the mountain pass who had only just got past the building to duck, and seriously consider the cleanliness of their underwear.

In response, the Italian machine guns opened up – the lack of American machine guns meaning the volume of fire quickly shifted in favour of the Italians. However, over the range, there was little effect by the Breda's, and D'Dario's MG42.

With the crew well and truly scared, the Autoblinda carried on driving towards the Northernmost Allied building, the 20mm cannon opening up. While not as devastating as the Sherman's main gun, it still did significant damage in the brief seconds it had before the Firefly could move in to a firing position.

Firing through the North side of the building, two Privates were hit in quick succession, one taking a lucky (or unlucky) round straight through the window, the 20mm round more or less obliterating his entire chest, an obviously fatal wound.

The second private was slightly luckier. His round went through the wall of the building, losing a lot of it's momentum and tumbling before creating a wide opening on his right bicep. The round had enough energy that when it cracked the bone when hit, but there is no exit wound. Luckily, no major arteries have been severed, but blood is pouring out very quickly, and Private Pyre is now almost useless with his rifle. However, it is not currently a life threatening injury.

Before further damage could be taken, Corporal Cunningham shouted for his men to stream out the back of the building, dragging the injured Pyre with them back towards the foxholes.

Ulissie took up his position, aiming towards the Flakvierling. It was hard to acquire a target, because of the glare from the window he was aiming through – the sun being slightly behind him. However, he was a trained sniper, and he managed to get a shot off, but not quite the lethal headshot he had been hoping for. This was because the flak gunner had been turning his gun to face towards the oncoming attack.

Bailey took a round from the front, just under the left shoulder, the round went straight through, not before ricocheting from a rib, cracking it, and the bullet breaking in half, both parts exiting through his back. However, it is mostly a fleshwound – he will be more or less useless for the rest of the battle, but he can't be counted dead yet.

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Next post:[/u] Patterson[/color]

[MAJ Patterson]

Patterson and his men made their way into the building next to them and started taking up positions to get into the fight. The sounds of battle erupted in the distance, the enemy was placing a heavy volume of fire on them from the start and Henry would have done the same. "Take up firing positions and start calling out your targets!" the Major called out to his men. Within a few short moments almost every window had a set of eyes on it and Henry pulled out his binoculars to see if he could locate them as well, but he never got them up to his face. "Light armor headed across the northern side of the field!" he informed his men before opening the window in front of him and trying grab the attention of Lockheart, the tank commander, but Patterson could already tell he was looking to take out the armored vehicle, the round just missed the target though. Henry jumped on the horn. "White Bishop, this is Bulldog Six, what is your status? Over." Didn't matter what the response was. "You have a light armor vehicle moving directly toward you, stay back for the moment and we will try and get it out of your way! I say again, stay back! Over." The last thing Patterson wanted was friendly fire and over the distances from some of his men, rounds would be missing their targets.

"Kennel Master, this is Bulldog Six, what is your status over?" The Major requested from his left flank.

"Bulldog Six, Kennel Master here. Bailey has been hit, he was manning the flak gun. We are not under direct fire but are in a poor position. Over." Morrison reported back to his commander.

"Copy that, tell Buckley to get that flak gun up and running immediately. We have light armor moving toward us in the northern sector. I want fire on it NOW!" Patterson shouted into the microphone. He was in no way upset but wanted the severity of the situation to be understood. He had men that would soon be pinned by the vehicle if it was not removed. Before Patterson could relay any orders he thought to himself about what Morrison had told him. Not under direct fire, but the man on the flak cannon was hit? "Kennel Master, Bulldog Six, how was Bailey injured?! Over." the Major was quite curious.

Kennel Master responded. "Sir, the Sergeant here seems to think it was sniper fire. Say again possible enemy sniper. Only one round came in and it was damn accurate sir! Over."

"Copy that, see if you can get a location and put some fire on him! Out." Patterson clinched his jaws together. Wouldn't mid having a sniper asset myself in this terrain. He pushed it aside and turning his attention to the men in his building. We have an enemy sniper out there men! Don't keep yourselves in the windows too long, rotate around so we have a continuous visual of the battlefield!"[/b] He honestly didn't know if there really was an enemy sniper, could have just been a stray round, but he didn't want to find out the hard way. He trusted the ability of his sergeants enough to listen to them.

Inside of a moment Giles took over directing the troops to their windows, only keeping them there for a few seconds, then he would call to another soldier to look outside. Giles had been with Patterson through every battle, he knew his Commander would rather loose a cautious battle than win a reckless one, he tried his best to keep the order random.

Patterson made his way to the opposite side of the building to try and see the progress on his left flank, hearing his tank fire once more. They were lifting Bailey out of the Gunner's seat and another Private was climbing in, swinging the weapon around to the north and opening up, hopefully onto the enemy vehicle. Buckley moved his men forward to the back of the building in front of them. Leaving another Private with the Flakvierling.

"Bulldog Six, this is Kennel Master. Over." Came slamming through Patterson's Radio.

"Bulldog Six, send it!" He popped back quickly.

"Sir, Buckley thinks that the sniper is located in the southern building directly across from our position. Over." Morrison reported to Patterson.

"Is this solid intel soldier? I'm not exposing more men to a possible sniper for no reason. Over." Patterson shook his head, how could they possibly know where the shot has come from?

"Wait one sir." There was a brief moment of silence over the radio in which the Major could hear another burst of 20mm fire from his flak gun. "Sir, the Sergeant says the shot passed through two windows opposite each other on the building here, they line up with the southern most building across from us. Over." He finished his report.

"Copy that Kennel Master, solid intel indeed. Out." Patterson lowered his microphone and called out to his men. "Possible sniper location, west, south west, building, put some light fire on it, I don't want that guy putting anymore rounds our way!" Chances they would hit the sniper would be slim to nil, but if they could force him out of his location it would buy them some time without his scope bearing down on them. Plus a 300 meter shot was easier if your enemy is forced out from behind cover.

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[Nathan Whyte]

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Allied[/u][/color]
Major Patterson
Staff Sergeant Mac Bargett
Sergeant Dean Giles
Sergeant Samuel Buckley

Radio Operator Allen Morrison

BTB Robert Moon
BTB John J. Rambo (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Corporal Bradley Cunningham (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Private Calvin Rorschach
Private Damian Richards
Private Joseph Connery
Private Daniel Grant
Private Matthew Potts
Private Micheal Diaz
Private Micheal Washington
Private Troy Stetson
Private Heath Dobbs

"Ares" Sherman Firefly
CREW:
Alex Lockheart
Adam Green
Scott Petty
Elliot Mitchel
Ben Gregory

"Razor" Flakvierling
CREW:
Private Patrick Bailey – Inured, moderate

Private Albert Murdoc
Private B. A. Hannibal
Private H. M. Faceman
Private Daniel Pyre – Injured, moderate.
Private Martin Archer - Dead
Private Anthony Carpazo
Private Henry Smart
Private Joseph Bradley
Private Gary Jasper
Private Red Hartstock

Remarks: Slightly shocked, demoralised by the enmy attack, but still strong.

Axis
Sergente D'Dario
Gefreiter Cordlent
ENG: Michal Selluni (Flamethrower Equipped)

MG: Sld. Rocco Litterly
MG: Sld. Vito Liesuno

Sniper: Sld. Ulissie Borric

Medic: Sld. Reinhold Krainenfield

Cpl. Forino Lesuta and
Cpl. Davide Jaccobi
Sld. Aldo Lettichine
Sld. Domanic Bellise
Sld. Jacobo Disines
Sld. Livio Deluna
Sld. Marco Morettie
Sld. Peppe Morettie
Sld. Baldo Torbelli
Sld. Corrado Selianto
Sld. Emido Tellisi
Sld. Jacob Milanti
Sld. Luka D'Risso
Sld. Romeo Julietti

Light Armour:
Motorbike with Sidecar
Autobilinda 41 Armored Car

SdKfz. 222:
Call-Sign: One Eye
Crew:
Vincent Fritzergerlad (Commander)
Franz Fritz (Driver)
Fritz Franz (Gunner)

Pvt. Hanz Burger
Pvt. Fritz Gerold
Pvt. Matthaeus Rook
Pvt. Robert Hunz
Pvt. Fitzer Fiend
Pvt. Glyde Fresh


Remarks: Intimidated by the Firefly.

Actions
Firing upon the suspected location of the sniper had exactly the effect Patterson had expected. Whilst the sniper was not hit, their was significant suppression to cause him to stop firing, and take cover.

However, this drew the fire from the machine gun, reducing the rate of fire of the squad and giving the sniper an opportunity to move.

Ares’ second round again missed slightly, but this was because the tank commander was a bit unsure of the best course of action – the armoured car didn’t stop moving, and Ares tried to get a quick round off before the vehicle disappeared behind the building.

However, instead of going forwards and following the car around, Ares backed up slightly, preventing the armoured car from emerging from the side of the building.

The changeover of the Flakvierling crew was quick, the new gunner getting in and the current crew getting out of the way. However, Bailey is starting to panic from the amount of blood coming out of him, he needs some kind of medical attention soon.

At a range significantly less than 500m, the 2cm Flakvierling had an armour penetration of 20mm, this is compared to the 17mm armour of the Autoblinda. Whilst the vehicle was not stood still, it was now stuck between a rock and a hard place having manoeuvred towards the top of the Northern building – it could not go any further because of the tank, and it’s retreat was blocked by the Flakvierling.

As it moved, it took rounds through the top of the turret, killing the commander of the vehicle. Seejay, I need names for the crew of the vehicle. Please and thank you.

The Autoblinda’s crew is now almost ready to give up, and ready to accept an inevitable death. The driver had become the de facto commander, and he needs to make a decision quickly to prevent the car from being destroyed.

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Next post:[/u] Cordlent[/color]

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

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[[OOC: Black is the armored car’s movement, the car never stops until it is firing and even then it is slowly moving. The pink is the soldiers running full speed to their destination. Blue lines are the rifle firing, each man firing three rounds, still in firing position. Bright red lines are the MG42 firing area. It is sweeping back and forth. The Maroon lines and the lines from the car at the crash spot are the cannon shots. The car never stopped moving once, only slowed a bit to fire. Also, all of the German infantry is crouched against the house wall, I just couldn’t fit them all there because my computer wont let me make small squares.]]

Oh how war changed things. It was quite simple that no one wanted the war here, or even endorsed it, but America was now breathing on the Axis necks and they weren’t going to stop until they reached the Fatherland. Although the Germans and Italians wouldn’t even allow this one bit.

Soon enough the Germans too had arrived in the small town across from the Italians. With one movement, the Wermacht troops swiftly dropped from the car and onto the ground. The Armored car, Nick name One Eye, opened its hatch, and the commander popped up into view of the others and waited for Adelbert to relay his commands.

Adelbert had already been briefed of what was here and where it was positioned, and had been thinking of a plan for the short ride to the small town. Soon enough he looked at his men, ready for battle and wanting the blood of the American invaders spilled onto the earth of Italy. They all knew what it took to stop them, because they were warriors. Warriors of a war machine that was now in position to stop the invaders from attacking their homeland. Soon enough the silence was broken as Adelbert opened up to the men with some motivation. ”Today is a day to prove yourself to the fatherland. America is now at our door step, and if they get Italy, The Fatherland is next. They are the invaders, but today we are the attackers! Together we unite to defend the fatherland, and to save our family! At home your wives and parents wait for you with your siblings and children! They wait knowing we will get the job done here and stop the American invaders! Prove to the world we are the greatest nation ever known to earth! Together we fight, and together we shall gain victory!” Adelbert settled down hoping that would sink in before he pulled out a map that was issued from HQ before the squad departed for Anzio.

Unfolding it, Adelbert held it so everyone could see, and he ran his finger across the map showing the path of the armored car. ”This is where you shall drive to the enemy, although” He stopped to run his finger across to the buildings where the Americans were. ”You will fire two rounds into this building, make sure they are spread out a bit to do more damage to more soldiers.” Adelbert looked at the Car driver and he nodded. ”One more thing, never stop moving or they will fire on you and take you out. If you are out of the battle, then we have lost. Is the clear?” The driver nodded and then waited for his signal to start the advance.

Adelbert then looked to all of the German privates that now looked towards him, waiting for orders. Pointing to the map, Adelbert slid his finger across it making a path to the buildings that were across the field from them. ”We will wait for the car to shoot at the building here, and then sprint our fastest across the field and behind this building. There we will look for enemies and then wait for the Armored Car to clear out this Flakvierling and then we will attack the infantry in this building. Your all with me, is that clear?” The privates all looked at Adelbert and nodded letting out a soft ”Yes sir.”

Soon enough Adelbert looked to the armored car and put the map away in his pocket. ”all right men, lock and load. Let’s kill some Americans.” With that the armored car commander slipped back into the car and it started back up before the car roared past them and into the field. With that Adelbert gave the sign to the squad to follow him and they did so. ”Wait here” Adelbert said as the car then shot it’s first cannon rounds. ”Now, let’s run! For the Fatherland!” The German squad led by Adelbert ran full speed across the field with out stopping and watched as the Car reached the building. It was now that the German squad had passed the crash site and was nearing the building in front of them.

Soon enough the MG42 of the armored car opened fire and then the sound of the cannon as the infantry finally reached the building and Adelbert looked up through the window and then back down. ”Enemies on the other side through to windows, Ready your weapons. Me and Him will break the windows and then you three fire. Shoot until you don’t see the enemy anymore” Adelbert said softly as he pointed to the private next to him. And then soon enough the actions were in place and Adelbert smashed through the windows followed by the private next to him. It was then that you heard the sound of the bolt action rifles go off. The war had now begun and they were in the thick of it.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Allied[/u][/color]
Major Patterson
Staff Sergeant Mac Bargett
Sergeant Dean Giles
Sergeant Samuel Buckley

Radio Operator Allen Morrison

BTB Robert Moon
BTB John J. Rambo (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Corporal Bradley Cunningham (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Private Calvin Rorschach
Private Damian Richards – DEAD
Private Joseph Connery
Private Daniel Grant
Private Matthew Potts
Private Micheal Diaz
Private Micheal Washington
Private Troy Stetson
Private Heath Dobbs

"Ares" Sherman Firefly
CREW:
Alex Lockheart
Adam Green
Scott Petty
Elliot Mitchel
Ben Gregory

"Razor" Flakvierling
CREW:
Private Patrick Bailey – Inured, moderate

Private Albert Murdoc
Private B. A. Hannibal
Private H. M. Faceman
Private Daniel Pyre – Injured, moderate.
Private Martin Archer - Dead
Private Anthony Carpazo
Private Henry Smart
Private Joseph Bradley
Private Gary Jasper
Private Red Hartstock

Remarks: Spirits are boosted by their so far successful defence.

Axis
Sergente D'Dario
Gefreiter Cordlent
ENG: Michal Selluni (Flamethrower Equipped)

MG: Sld. Rocco Litterly
MG: Sld. Vito Liesuno

Sniper: Sld. Ulissie Borric

Medic: Sld. Reinhold Krainenfield

Cpl. Forino Lesuta – Wounded, SERIOUS
Cpl. Davide Jaccobi
Sld. Aldo Lettichine – DEAD
Sld. Domanic Bellise
Sld. Jacobo Disines
Sld. Livio Deluna
Sld. Marco Morettie
Sld. Peppe Morettie
Sld. Baldo Torbelli
Sld. Corrado Selianto
Sld. Emido Tellisi
Sld. Jacob Milanti
Sld. Luka D'Risso
Sld. Romeo Julietti

Light Armour:
Motorbike with Sidecar
Autobilinda 41 Armored Car
Commander: Gell Titino
Driver: Link Powsi
Front machine gunner: Honri Sitei
Rear machine gunner: Marcus showito

SdKfz. 222:
Call-Sign: One Eye
Crew:
Vincent Fritzergerlad (Commander)
Franz Fritz (Driver) - Wounded , moderate
Fritz Franz (Gunner)

Pvt. Hanz Burger
Pvt. Fritz Gerold
Pvt. Matthaeus Rook
Pvt. Robert Hunz
Pvt. Fitzer Fiend
Pvt. Glyde Fresh


Remarks: Demoralised by the situations of both armoured cars, and the flanking run.

Actions
- Under fire from it’s own weapon, and covering fire, the armoured cars advance began. It managed to get about halfway before the plan unfolded.

It’s right wheel drove over a landmine, with sufficient weight to detonate it. The mine, although designed for anti-personal uses, still had a devastating affect. Armoured cars have very little protection underneath to allow manoeuvrability…

The front axle was wrecked, and massive damage was done to the engine. Basically, it won’t be moving any more.

Enough for was also generated to buckle and force the bottom of the vehicle, trapping the driver’s right foot inside the vehicle. The gunner managed to get a few rounds off accurately before the engine began smoking heavily – he gave up firing not being able to see clearly.

One of the rounds caused damage, outright killing one of Patterson’s privates.

The advancing infantry stopped, taking cover behind the crashed aircraft, and began half-heartedly firing at the Americans, unsure of what to do with their crippled vehicle.

Ares was unsure whether or not to fire, instead keeping an eye on the northern armoured car, and waiting for further orders.

D’Dario’s men to the north continued their advance, which was to be as ill-fated as the southern one. The Private on point ran over a second hidden land mine, instantly being turned in to red mist. The Corporal behind him took heavy shrapnel damage, but was far enough away to avoid instant death, but can be expected to bleed out by the end of Cordlent’s next post.


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Next post:[/u] Bargett[/color]

[Mac Bargett]

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The radio in his hand crackled back into life, and the Major informed the Staff Sergeant that there was light armor headed towards his position and to stay back. Mac replied that he understood and let the radio hang back on his satchel.

As machineguns fired and shells burst a few yards away, Mac quickly gave the squad the news, just as another thunderclap rumbled, this time causing the building to shake. Four men emerged from the structure, one fewer then had entered, and they rushed into a foxhole, Corporal Cunningham was no medic, but he bandaged the injured Private’s wounds as best as he could.

Bargett started to order his men into the foxholes, to defend against another car attack, but a sudden silence in the battle startled him. Then, as he glanced around the corner of the building to view the situation, he saw the reason for the silence of the armored car. It was idling at the side of the building, trapped between a rock and a hard place.

”Rambo and Carpazo get over here!” Mac called out, and the Tank Buster and the private was suddenly by his side. As the specially trained soldier quickly prepared his gun at the corner of the building, Mac gave him the order to fire only if the car’s guns move, but the Staff Sergeant then gave a less violent objective to Anthony Carpazo. To translate.

“Italian Soldier,” Mac spoke to the private, who then shouted it to the car, ”Please, leave that cage of hatred in the peace of Jesus Christ. Let the Holy Spirit guide you out slowly and unarmed, and the Almighty God shall give us the strength to forgive, and become friend in the name of the Lord!”

Mac knew that if they didn’t emerge immediately, the armor crew had already succumbed to the temptation of hate. So, with no sign of peace from the armored car, he gave Rambo the signal to fire. Carpazo and Bargett cowered as the rocket flew straight into the car.

Mac moved back up to check out the damage. To further confirm the kill, he sent Pvt. Carpazo over to make sure the metal beast was dead.

Just then, the squad heard another explosion, this time coming from the north, from the mountain pass. Mac did not need to tell his men what that meant, but he did anyway, ”The landmine. We’re being flanked”

Men within the foxholes prepared to fire on the approaching enemy, as Mac moved himself and a couple men into the partly damaged building, to cover what is now the squad’s rear.

Inside, Mac picked up his handy talkie again and spoke into it, ”Bulldog Six, Kennel Master, this is White Bishop. The light armor has been taken care of. But the enemy has set off our landmine in the mountain pass. We have taken defensive positions to counter this advance. But there has beeb casualties, one dead, one bandaged. Over”

“White Bishop, this is Kennel Master. We have also taken casualties, our flak gunner has taken a hit and has been bandaged. Over”

That is when he saw it, the badly damaged body of Martin Archer. While the men around him took up positions, and he continued to listen to the radio, Mac kneeled down to grab the dogtags and say a private prayer for the fallen comrade.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Allied[/u][/color]
Major Patterson
Staff Sergeant Mac Bargett
Sergeant Dean Giles
Sergeant Samuel Buckley

Radio Operator Allen Morrison

BTB Robert Moon
BTB John J. Rambo (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Corporal Bradley Cunningham (Under Mac's Command for this battle)

Private Calvin Rorschach
Private Damian Richards – DEAD
Private Joseph Connery
Private Daniel Grant
Private Matthew Potts
Private Micheal Diaz
Private Micheal Washington
Private Troy Stetson
Private Heath Dobbs

"Ares" Sherman Firefly
CREW:
Alex Lockheart
Adam Green
Scott Petty
Elliot Mitchel
Ben Gregory

"Razor" Flakvierling
CREW:
Private Patrick Bailey – Inured, moderate

Private Albert Murdoc
Private B. A. Hannibal
Private H. M. Faceman
Private Daniel Pyre – Injured, moderate.
Private Martin Archer - Dead
Private Anthony Carpazo - Wounded, Serious
Private Henry Smart
Private Joseph Bradley
Private Gary Jasper
Private Red Hartstock

Remarks: Spirits are boosted by their so far successful defence. Very confident as the Norther armoured car is out of action.

Axis
Sergente D'Dario
Gefreiter Cordlent
ENG: Michal Selluni (Flamethrower Equipped)

MG: Sld. Rocco Litterly
MG: Sld. Vito Liesuno

Sniper: Sld. Ulissie Borric

Medic: Sld. Reinhold Krainenfield

Cpl. Forino Lesuta – Wounded, SERIOUS
Cpl. Davide Jaccobi
Sld. Aldo Lettichine – DEAD
Sld. Domanic Bellise
Sld. Jacobo Disines
Sld. Livio Deluna
Sld. Marco Morettie
Sld. Peppe Morettie
Sld. Baldo Torbelli
Sld. Corrado Selianto
Sld. Emido Tellisi
Sld. Jacob Milanti
Sld. Luka D'Risso
Sld. Romeo Julietti

Light Armour:
Motorbike with Sidecar
Autobilinda 41 Armored Car - DESTROYED
Commander: Gell Titino - DEAD
Driver: Link Powsi - DEAD
Front machine gunner: Honri Sitei - DEAD
Rear machine gunner: Marcus showito - DEAD

SdKfz. 222:
Call-Sign: One Eye
Crew:
Vincent Fritzergerlad (Commander)
Franz Fritz (Driver) - Wounded , moderate
Fritz Franz (Gunner)

Pvt. Hanz Burger
Pvt. Fritz Gerold
Pvt. Matthaeus Rook
Pvt. Robert Hunz
Pvt. Fitzer Fiend
Pvt. Glyde Fresh


Remarks: Demoralised by the situations of both armoured cars, and the flanking run. Morale is approaching breaking point with their so far unsuccesful offensive.

Actions

The team detailed to firing at the Northern armoured car did as ordered. With no sign of surrender, Bargett’s bazooka slammed in to the side of the vehicle, outright killing the driver. The two machine gunners quickly began trying to scramble out, but in the bloodlust of the American soldiers, they fired their rifles, killing the two Italian crewmen before they could hit the ground.

The armoured car now has a gaping hole on the right hand side, the engine has massive damage, and it can be considered unusable for the rest of the battle – and possibly not even worth trying to salvage.

As Carparzo emerged from cover though, he was on the receiving end of a well-aimed shot from the Italians in the mountain pass. Jaccobi had climbed over a few rocks, and had an overwatch on the American position whilst the rest of his squad crowded around the wounded. The large torso of Carparzo was too nice a target to ignore, and he fired once, the round entering Carparzo’s left hand side of the chest, flying straight through the lung which is now collapsing. There is a neat entry wound, a messy exit wound, and several severed arteries. He can be expected to bleed out very shortly without proper medical attention.

Very quickly, two men leapt out of the trenches, disregarding their own safety and grabbed Carparzo, nearly as soon as he hit the ground, dragging him back towards the safety of a foxhole.

Ares has been freed up, and is turning the large barrel towards Cordlent’s men. By Patterson’s post, it will be ready to fire upon the second armoured car, if the order is given.


Next post:[/u] D’Dario[/color]

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[Christopher J. D'Dario]

The building exploded with ravenous fury as the Firefly fired at the Autoblinda, Corporal Forino and the rest of the men with him hit the dirt as debris rained down upon them. That had been a close shot, and Forino and his men were thankful for the protection of the mountain, its tall rock walls would protect them from the incoming fire.
“Was that aimed at us?” One of soldiers asked as they picked themselves back up off the ground.
“If it was, they’re terrible shots.” Forino replied, trying to encourage the men. The sounds of battle flowed over the rock walls, sounding distant to them.
“Come on, we’ve got too get through this mountain, they’ll be needing our help! Lettichine, you’ve got point.”
And with that they set off into the mountain pass, moving quickly in single file through the narrow passage, determined to join the battle and aide their fascist brothers.

The path was long but not very steep, it was practically a straight line to the enemies flank, a safe passage where they could get in behind them unseen and unheard, the Americans would have to be insane not to guard it. Maybe they didn’t know about it? Or maybe they had overlooked it? Or maybe, just maybe, they had it mined. Forino looked up at Lettichine, who was walking point and would find the mines first, if there where any.
“Lettichine, keep an eye out for mines.” Forino and the others would do the same, any bit of disturbed ground would be avoided, hopefully, if there were mines along the path, they would miss them.

They reached the top of the path quickly and turned onto the southern path, the sounds of battle were echoing through the path, maybe that would hide their gunfire? Doubtful, but a nice thought nonetheless. They began their decent down the mountain, Forino was running a plan thought his mind when his eye suddenly caught something ahead of them, a part of the ground had been disturbed, he could see an area of dirt had been smoothed out, the area looked to be just large enough for a land mine, and Lettichine was about to put his foot right onto it. Panic raced though Forino as he started forward to grab Lettichine and warn him. “L-“ His voice was cut short by the blast that erupted from the ground under Lettichine’s foot. The Soldats whole lower half seemed to just vanish while the upper half was reduced to little more then pulp from the concussion rebounding off the narrow rock walls. Forino was thrown back by the blast and he lay on the hard ground with his world reduced to little more then a loud ringing sound and blurred vision.

As his vision cleared he tried to get up but found he couldn’t move, looking down he saw that his uniform had been shredded from the razor sharp rocks that had been kicked out from the blast. The other Soldats with him where suddenly descending on him, pulling their small medical pouches from their belts. Forino’s body shook as the pain finally hit him and he let out a cry of agony. More then the pain though he felt anger, anger at Lettichine for being so stupid and for overlooking the mine. Forino thrashed about as he tried to get up but the Soldats hands tried to keep him still, he was dieing and he knew it, he had failed Italy, he had failed D’Dario. But the main strength of his squad was still unharmed; five men could still fight, fascismo could still dominate, strength through unity, only two rods were broken, they could still fight on.

Forino grabbed the closest man to him and pulled him close, between painful gasps he gave his final orders.
”Continue with the mission... The axe is still sharp…. Make it fall on them… Continue with the mission!”
Deluna nodded and took Forino’s hand, holding for a moment before looking around at the other four. Two rods were broken but the stack was still intact. He didn’t know about charging the enemy now, but they could at least put bullets onto the enemy, maybe if the hand of courage found him, Deluna would be able to lead the remaining men, for Italy, for D’Dario, for Forino. He looked at Jacobo Disines. “Stay with him, do what you can and then come and join us.” As soon as Deluna’s back was turned though, Disines jabbed a needle of morphine into Forino’s neck to ease his pain and climbed up the rocks, knowing that there was nothing more he could do, from his vantage point he was able to see down into the Allied foxholes. He brought up his rifle and with words of vengeance brought the first person he saw into his sights and pulled the trigger.

Deluna got to his feet, and lead the three others down the rest of the path, keeping a close eye on the ground for mines and avoiding anything that looked suspicious. At the mouth of the mountain he quickly peeked his head out and glanced down at the foxholes. The enemy had heard the blast and where ready for them now. Deluna looked to the others, the Morrettie twins and Bellise looked back at him, waiting for the order. Deluna racked his brain for an answer.
”Okay, we’ll do it in teams of two, two of fire on them, then when we reload the other two open fire… I don’t think I have to tell you to keep in cover as much as possible.” The others nodded and Deluna and Bellise moved forward a little more, their rifles propping up on the rocks as they leaned around to get a shot off. They opened fire on the foxholes, quickly firing then ducking back from the return volley before firing again. They emptied their rifles and moved back to reload, letting the Morrettie twins move up and fire the same way.



The crew of the Autoblinda set off with tires spinning, racing out into the field and into full view of the tank, they circled around a tree just as the Firefly opened fire on them, the commander leaned out the top hatch and gave the middle finger to the shell as it flew past even in the armoured car the roar of the high velocity shell flying past was almost deafening. They didn’t care who it hit, just as long at it didn’t hit them. Pulling out of the turn they charged at the building, the commander opening fire with the 20mm cannon and sending a few rounds into the windows and walls. He was about to rotate the turret around to line up the tank when a flash and a loud metallic clang rang through the car; it juddered with the hit and the driver pulled hard to the left, bringing the car around to the north of the building that the commander had put the rounds into.
“Is everyone ok?” The driver asked, but he only got two replies. They looked towards their commander, who’s arm was dangling loosely at his side, his torso was covered in blood and a large open wound was in his chest, a beam of light shone through the hole in armour where the round had penetrated the turret.

Link looked at the other two, he was the commander now, he wanted the boys to have their weapons ready and was about to order Marcus to move the commanders body and take the turret when the world suddenly shook, a loud bang rocked through the car and another hole in the hull blew threw, killing Link in his seat and stunning the other two, who lost their nerve and bailed out of the car only to be gunned down.

D’Dario saw the Autoblinda take the hit to the turret, and then continued to look on in horror as the car took another hit from a bazooka, his mind was racing, he knew his men’s moral was dropping by the minute and he had too do something, anything to make some real progress. He could tell that his men were borderline mutiny, he silently cursed their weakness, he cursed that he didn’t have the troops to properly hold off against such a large threat, cursed the weakness of the Germans, cursed the strength of the Americans and he cursed that damn tank! In a rage his mind raced through the possibilities, retreat or surrender was thrown out the window, he could still pull this off, he just had to lead the charge and pull something big out of his ass. The Germans had been halted and were cowering behind the fighter, at least they where shooting at the Americans, that was something. D’Dario sprang to his feet, hefting his MG 42 up and grabbing his ammo, he turned and shouted out over the din of battle to the engineer.

“Selluni! Get in the sidecar!” With a questioning glance the engineer obeyed, quickly slipping into the car surprisingly easy. While he was doing that D’Dario shouted into the door of the building at the machine gunner Rocco between bursts.
“Littlerly!! Use the MG 42!!” He put the MG 42 and its ammo in the door before heading towards the motorbike. Rocco looked at the new gun and smiled, he put his Breda on the floor and quickly walked over and scooped up the MG 42 and its ammo, taking it over to the southern window, loaded a fresh 250 round belt into it and let rip with Hitler’s Bandsaw, alternating fire between the north building and the middle building.


D’Dario shouted at Davide as he approached the motorbike.
“Jaccobi! Advance through the mountain and flank around with Forino! Keep low and move quickly! Reinhold, go with them!”
Davide nodded and peeked his head around the corner, the Germans had advanced and were pinned down by the fighter, at they were giving the Americans something too shoot at. Like most Italians, Davide wouldn’t feel a great amount of pain at the loss of Germans, just as the Germans wouldn’t have felt pain at the loss of any Italians. Either way, the Germans were providing a most valuable distraction, by charging forward at a full sprint they where basically waving signs at the American’s saying “Shoot me! Shoot me!” and now they where stuck.

Davide began Issuing Orders to his squad.
”D’Risso, take point! We’re going to back up Forino.” They moved out quickly in a crouching run, dashing over the road and rounding the building and following in Forino’s squads footsteps into the mountain, as soon as they where in the safety of the rock walls, they broke out into an all out sprint, Davide took the lead and charged forward through the path with the medic in tow.




Ulissie had ducked down when the American fire had started to pound into his position, glass shattered all around him and he withdrew deeper into the building. How could they have seen him? He had been so careful. He looked up at the window as more glass fell from it; that must have been it. He had fired through three windows to hit his target, all they would have had to do was line up the three windows and they would have had his position. Stupid Ulissie, stupid move, still, it would be a shot worth talking about back at the pub. He had to move, the Flakverling gunner had been taken out and now his position was under fire, he had to move. He was making his way towards the back window when he heard the rapid-fire booming of the Flakverling open up. Ulissie let out a sigh and shook his head, why couldn’t things ever be simple? They had replaced the Flak gunner so quickly you’d think it wasn’t under the scope of a sniper. Still, a sitting duck is a sitting duck.

He looked around as the German Armoured Car rolled past, along with a squad of Germans, suddenly the bullets that had been directed at his window were being directed somewhere else. What good Germans they where, taking the fire off him. Ulissie got to his feet and went back to the window, he knelt down and rested the tip of the barrel on the shattered windowsill, not far enough out to attract attention, but enough to give him more of a stable firing stance and to keep at least ninety percent of his body behind cover, if someone was to look in the window, they would probably only see his helmet. He peered through his scope and rotated his body around until the windows came into view. They had had glare on them last time, and that had messed with his shot, this time they had been shattered out and now he had a clear line of sight to his target, there would be nothing to save this one. Ulissie had his head lined up almost perfectly, he wondered if he should make it a throat shot, but instantly decided against it, nothing fancy, just take his head off and get out.

Ulissie made his final adjustments and pulled the trigger, the firing pin snapped forward and ignited the primer witch in turn ignited the powder contained in the shell casing, the small explosion forced the bullet into the barrel where it was gripped by the helical grooves and caused it to spin as it exited the barrel. The now gyroscopically stabilized projectile was sent spinning through the air, over the battle that was rageing around it and through the already shattered windows, following the path its brother had traveled not so long ago, with the deadly intent of smashing through the skull of the hapless victim and ripping into the soft tissue of his Cerebral Cortex before continueing on to mash Cerebral lobes before smashing its way out the back of his skull.

Wether the shot would be successful or not, Ulissie at least hoped that it would make the gunner duck down in fear and look to his fallen comrade, who lay bleeding from a wound received from the Sniper Ulissie Borric. Once he had pulled the trigger, Ulissie ducked back down and moved away from the window, expecting another barrage or retaliation fire. He pulled back to the far window and was about to smash it out when he stopped, why done everyone have to smash windows when they could just as easily open them? Ulissie slid the window open and climbed out, crouching down he carefully peered around the edge of the building to wait for his chance to make a run for it, he needed to change position, he would not be able to use that building again for a while.



While Ulissie was taking his second shot and everyone one else was advancing, D’Dario was sitting atop an idling motorbike. He looked down at Selluni, who sat waiting to hear what the plan was. D’Dario checked that his pistol, grenade and knife were secure before letting the engineer know what was about to happen.
“All right, we’re going to flank them, when we get up to the north building, put fire through the windows and burn out whoever is in there!” Selluni nodded, he seemed keen to get into the action. D’Dario gunned the engine and the motorbike took off, its small size and speed would make it almost impossible for the tank to hit, and with the machineguns and the Germans giving suppressing fire, the Allied troops would be keeping their heads down while they let their tank do all the work. Lazy bastards.

The bike ate up the distance on the road and they were soon at the base of the mountain, D’Dario turned off the road, and they rode across the grass towards the building, hugging the mountain. The ride was bumpy but that was the least of his concerns, he was keeping an eye on the building ahead of them, watching as the walls and windows where peppered with machinegun fire, the MG boys where doing well today, the reloads had been quick and the amount of fire on the enemy had been constant so far, as they approached the back of the wreaked car, D’Dario could see the gunned down bodies of its crew and he felt his heart ice over with cold rage. Glancing down at Selluni he could see the same coldness in his eyes.

D’Dario brought the bike to a halt and they both jumped off it and took cover quickly behind the wreaked car, peeking around the side D’Dario could see enemy soldiers in a fox hole, so close, and they had their backs to him, they were under fire from the mountain, Forino was doing his job well, D’Dario thought. He signalled Selluni to advance on the building while he pulled the pin from his grenade, it would be an easy throw, he cooked off the grenade for the count of two and then hurled it in an underarm throw towards the enemy troops in the foxhole, at the same time Selluni had gotten to the house and had put the nozzle of the flamethrower through the window while the machinegun fire was redirected to the southern part of the building.

Pulling the trigger on the flamethrower Selluni sent a wave of fire into the building, swaying the spray to cover as much of the area inside as he could, he held the trigger down for about five seconds before letting go and moving towards the next window with the intentions of repeating the action while D’Dario covered him with his pistol.

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