Back against the Seine

[PuNk! ™]

Sept 16, 2011 13:36:52 GMT PuNk! ™ said:

Moderation Post:

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This is an official warning to[/color] Andrew J. Ryan for inactivity and failure to post. You have been warned prior with kind regards, but I must prompt a more serious warning due to it being 1 Month & 10 Days since the last moderation post was made within this thread.

If you fail to post soon, preferably within the next couple or few days, a more serious penalty will be incurred, that may involve you missing your turn to post this round or possibly removal from the thread altogether.

Thank you,
~Danny[/quote]

Moderation Post:

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Due to a failure to correspond with the above warning and being given extra ample time to post, [/color] Andrew J. Ryan your post this round has now been skipped and Edward McMillan may resume to post for the next round.

Failure to post again with a reasonable fashion, will result in your post being skipped once more. You have been warned, again.
~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

After what seemed like quite a while for a cease fire McMillan had enough waiting around on the medic and he couldn't even see the medic anymore. Well you've had your time. Ed thought as he made his way to the cab of the vehicle. "Southern pillbox Loewe!" He ordered and the vehicle set off toward it's destination. It was a short trip and everyone in the back had their eyes peeled toward the east, the enemy lines were too quiet and it had their imaginations working as to what could be happening, but Ed wasn't the type to sit around and find out.

"Sergeant! Bring two of your Privates and load up with me! Instruct the troops staying here to hold their fire unless they see my signal!" Sergeant Maurer nodded to the order and turned to his men. He placed the Corporal in charge of the position and loaded up with the Sturmscharfuher in the half-track. Ed started to lean over to the cab of the vehicle once more to tell the driver to head toward the northern pillbox but before he could a hand came out of the small window and waved, Loewe knew the drill now, he put the vehicle into reverse and headed north. Ed smirked slightly, it was always a good feeling to have men that knew how to do their jobs under stress.

Once they arrived and the vehicle came to a halt McMillan hopped out of the back and walked up to Sergeant Luft. "Sergeant, I need you to come with me, have two of your Privates accompany you, and help the wounded man into the vehicle. Instruct those staying here to hold their fire unless they see my signal. Understood?" Edward told the NCO. Luft gave a sharp nod and set about following his instructions. Edward turned around and walked over to the driver's side door of the half-track. "Loewe, you're doing a great job, but things are about to get a bit nerve racking and I need you to keep your wits about you alright. This is what I need you to do, I need you to back us toward the enemy positions, and I need you to do it carefully. When you here me knock on the roof you stop and put this vehicle in drive, if I knock again you get us out of there, do you understand me?!" Ed asked in a forceful tone, he wanted to make sure that Loewe was clear on the orders. Once everyone loaded up Edward explained his plan to them.

"Listen up and listen well! We have a wounded man and they have a medic! We're going in there to get him, I know they won't like that so I will offer to transport their wounded men to safety! If I hear a single word about helping the enemy or letting them go I will have you lined up and shot! This is the way warfare is conducted, once you are incapable of performing your duties as a soldier due to wounds you are a casualty, not a combatant and you will be treated as such! Also if any of their troops wish to surrender this will be their one and only chance! Those of them who choose to stay will die here on this shoreline! Luft, Maurer, stay in here with me! Privates not manning machine guns follow the half-track for cover, you will be escorting anyone that surrenders back to our lines! If we have to get out of there fast get a foot on the front bumper and hold on! Let's get it done gentlemen!" Ed looked at his men to see how they reacted to the orders. There was a hint of confusion as to why they would be doing such, but they had been following Edward long enough to know that he knew what he was doing and had always brought them glory.

McMillan pulled an old towel from his pack, it was kind of dirty and such but was still easily recognizable as pure white. He handed it to the Private manning the rear machine gun and had him hold it above his head so that it could be seen as they slowly back toward the enemy positions. "Private, you stand fast as best you can, but if they take aim, you toss that towel and bring your MG to bare! We can turn this into an assault right here and now if they wish and kill every last one of them!" When, and only when Ed we sure everyone knew their role in the maneuver did he tell Loewe to move out.

At a slow pace they traveled closer and closer to their enemy, weapons pointed toward the ground, but firmly gripped if the need presented itself. Everyone's eyes were scanning the areas in front of them, each man having been tasked with covering a different sector. When Ed felt they had come quite close enough to be heard he knocked on the roof of the cab and Loewe did as he was told, stopping the vehicle and placing it in drive to move out when instructed. McMillan cleared his throat.

"We will transport any wounded soldiers you have to safety! We have a wounded man ourselves and require assistance! You have experienced what we can bring against you! Any man who wishes to put down his weapons and surrender should do so now! There will not be another chance!" Edward shouted toward the enemy positions, taking a mental note of where they were in the process. After a short pause he looked toward the enemy medic and, with a stern face, motioned for him to come along.

If the medic came he would be helped into the rear of the vehicle to render aid to Private Stein. If any enemy soldiers surrendered they would be searched and forced to walk behind the half-track to the German lines. If Ed and his detachment were fired upon Ed would wave for the pillboxes to open fire and knock on the roof to have Loewe get them back to their lines. If no one decided to come with Ed and his men...they would open fire as if they had been fired upon. Ed was offering his generosity to the enemy forces, if they spit in his face he would return the favor ten fold.

img708.imageshack.us/img708/6012/bats1t.png - Clean

img683.imageshack.us/img683/8326/bats1a.png - Movement

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post

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*** NEW MAP ***

• Units with one line through them = wounded
  
• Units with a cross on them = deceased

Allied Units:[/b][/size]

• Sergeant Major, Andrew Ryan
  
• CPL Rocky Balboa
  CPL Brock Samson
  
  
• ENG Peter Griffin
  
• MED Drake Elliot (SURRENDERED!)
  
  
• PVT Bull Randleman (DECEASED)
  PVT Christopher R. English (SURRENDERED!)
  PVT Eric Stewards (UNARMED)
  PVT George Stevens
  PVT Kris Lincoln
  PVT Xavier Lorden (DECEASED)
  PVT Pete Simons
  PVT James Ufi
  PVT Danny Corins (**INJURED/LEFT ARM** // SURRENDERED!)
  PVT Kevin Brians
  PVT Cimon Najio
  PVT Christopher Allen

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MORALE: LOW[/b][/color]

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Axis Units:[/b][/size]

• Sturmscharfuher Edward McMillan
  
• SGT Theodor Luft
  SGT Olaf Maurer
  
  
• MG Helmuth Gielnik
  MG Giselher Lueders
  
  
• CPL Johann Vicinius
  CPL Hannes Oehl
  
  
• PVT Norbert V. Stein (**INJURED/THROAT WOUND**)
  PVT Walter O. Urlich
  PVT Raymond W. Kellen
  PVT Frederick J. Bruno
  PVT Lance Z. Yohann
  PVT Roderick B. Jaegar
  PVT Leopold O. Herbert
  PVT Franz R. Dolf
  PVT Bernard G. Adler
  PVT Lukas Huber
  
  
• Half-track Crew:
  
  PVT Baldur Loewe (DRIVER)
  PVT Eccard Stotz (NAVIGATOR/CO-DRIVER)
  PVT Anselm Olbricht (GUNNER #1)
  PVT Gabriel Ritter (GUNNER #2)

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MORALE: AVERAGE[/B][/COLOR]

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Actions & Outcomes:

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• Edward McMillan gave clear and decisive orders to the men under his command and although they were slightly bewildered by his mannerism for taking prisoners and sparing the lives of the infidels; they did obey nonetheless, without question.
  
  
• Approaching the enemy within the halftrack slowly, the two pillbox MG-Teams kept their iron-sights astern on the battlefield the whole time, ready to shoot even those who didn’t stand with their hands raised clearly. Tensions were high, particularly with their commanding officer now in the field.
  
  
• Combat Medic Elliot was the first to see and hear the approaching halftrack. The message relayed by Edward McMillan couldn’t have been any clearer to him and with only those wounded in mind, not the conflict, Combat Medic Elliot stood slowly from his position in the foxhole with his bloodied hands raised and shouted:
  
  “We have wounded! I will come willingly if you allow them safe-passage and everyone else who surrenders” he said aloud. Without wasting much time, Combat Medic Elliot slowly - but hastily - began to drag wounded private Corins to the rear of the halftrack.
  
  
• A majority of the Allied soldiers are debating on surrendering, but the last straits of their loyalty to their Commanding Officer Andre Ryan still remain. However, one soldier did surrender, but purely because he was sat right next to the halftrack and didn’t feel he’d survive if he remained silent within his foxhole.
  
  (Randomly selected name) Private English stood from his foxhole gingerly, unarmed and hands raised, appealing for his surrender as he walked towards the back of the halftrack and began helping Combat Medic Elliot.
  
  NOTES:
  Well this is a very tricky situation. The very last ruminants of loyalty remain to Andrew Ryan within this battle, but his men are slowly beginning to surrender. If he does not post within the next round, his entire troop will begin to diminish and surrender by themselves.
  
  Nobody feels as though they have the fighting spirit against such overpowering foes. Outgunned, outmanned and morale at rock bottom, they would much rather live to fight another day than die for a lost cause at this moment in time. You have one final, final, final last chance to appease your men or surrender with dignity yourself (which I strongly advise) or be taken prisoner by means of automatic surrender.
  
  If the circumstances were different and Edward McMillan wasn’t open to accepting prisoners, you would all be at far more danger than currently present. I wouldn’t abuse this act of kindness. You have between 24 - 48hrs to respond. To date, you have had months to reply until now and I can’t be bothered to wait any longer. You have a small window to respond.
  
  

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NEXT POST: ERIK!
~Danny

One year later...