The start of the ending (The fight for hill 325)

[Werner von Maybach]

After the Brits had started their big offensive at the El Alamein front yesterday, they had kept shelling the area around hill 325 constantly with their heavy artillery throughout the whole night. The hill was a merely small one, but it nevertheless blocked the British advance in this sector and the German defenders had an excellent line of sight over the large flat east of the hill. And that was the direction, the Brits were awaited to attack from.

Knowingly what to come, Werner had taken back the positions of his squad about 100 metres behind the hill last evening and so most of the British shells couldn’t harm anybody at all. When the artillery bombardment had eased up in the early morning hours, the Germans had reoccupied their positions on top of the hill in an instant. And now the soldiers were strained waiting for the enemy to finally show up, ready to defend the hill to the last round.

With red and tired eyes, Werner observed the area in front of the German positions at hill 325, but he wasn’t able to discover anything unusual. Yawning loudly, he sunk backwards and leaned his back against a cold stone. Besides him, Stabsgefreiter Rentz lay in a small crate and stared apathetically into space. Behind Werner, there was Gefreiter Wuchtinger readying the heavy machine gun. The weapon was one of these new MG 42s that were able to fire in a really breathtaking speed. The German heavy gunner had taken up position in one of the bigger crates, which the British artillery had left. Besides Wuchtinger, another young soldier kneed in the crate as ordered, ready to assist the gunner while reloading the MG or changing the barrel. Being responsive for the live or death of these young men pressed on Werner’s shoulders like a giant weight.

The rest of Werner’s squad was busy digging two long trenches on top of the hill. After the heavy rainfall during the last days, the earth was muddy and groundless, so it wasn’t a hard job at all. After only few minutes the trenches were finished and the men now thankfully took positions inside them as they had been ordered to.

For a short moment Werner glanced at Rentz again and the views of the two soldiers met. Grimly smiling, Werner said: "Na gut, hier ist alles fertig. Das einzige was jetzt noch fehlt sind die Briten. Halten sie ihre Augen offen, aber niemand schießt, bevor Ich es befehle."

Translations:

"Na gut, hier ist alles fertig. Das einzige was jetzt noch fehlt sind die Briten. Halten sie ihre Augen offen, aber niemand schießt, bevor Ich es befehle."
"All right, here's everything ready. The only thing that's still missing are the Brits. Keep your eyes open, but nobody fires before I order to do so."

Key:

Green: Werner von Maybach
Blue: Dieter Rentz
Purple: German heavy gunner
Yellow: German privates

[Ben Shirley]

The heat was nowhere to be felt as Ben and his troops stayed in their trench and looking onward to the hill. This was where, it was rumored that there was some German Activity, and they had to stay on their toes from now on. Making sure not to take a wrong step, so that they wouldn't get finished off by a sniper easily. It was the fact that there wasn't much water bothered everyone, but they had to shrug it off and handle the battle itself. Looking to his sides, right and left, his soldiers and his cousins like George, were having a few sips from their canteens seeing as they wouldn't get another chance during battle. George was the closest to Ben, he was still worried about his wound.

"Hey George..." whispered Ben a bit as he signaled for him to come closer so that he was within hearing distance. Licking his dry lips in a circular motion and then taking a quick moment to wipe the sweat of his forehead, he continued, "Look, I care for'ya, just make sure that we both come back alive along with Joseph," he looked over his shoulder and saw Joseph drinking water frequently, but it was him being his usual self as always.

Ben signaled George to return back to his position, and then added a small order for everyone to hear, but not as loud so the potential enemy couldn't hear at all. "Look, I don't want anyone of you be acting stupid, so don't fire until I say the order. Watch each others backs, and DONT panic. Stay calm and we might live to tell the tale." said Ben as everyone gave a simple nod as they understood their orders. He was there with the British, and they were ready to win a battle.

[Dieter "Iceman" Rentz]

(( OOC: The map is obviously the same as in Werner's post, so not going to post it again here. ))

It felt as if the sounds of the artillery bombardment were still ringing in Dieter's ears as he casually leaned his back against the edge of one of the craters left behind by the nightly attack. All through the night the British had kept shelling the small hill and after they had deemed there would not be much resistance left on the hill, the artillery fire had ceased and now it was eerily quiet. The small group of Germans had taken position on the hill earlier by the command of Unteroffizier von Maybach, some of the men digging trenches for defense. Dieter had amused the other soldiers with his various jokes and stories, trying to keep himself and the other men sharp and in good mood. He had thankfully ran out of jokes to tell some time ago and now it was just a quiet waiting game. They knew the Brits would be headed for them at some point, maybe soon, maybe in a few hours, it was hard to say.

Dieter had checked his rifle, ammunition and other equipment earlier so many times, he had already lost count. He hated waiting and wanted to occupy his mind with something, finding his thoughts returning to a certain blonde-haired girl he had met such a long time ago. Realizing that Unteroffizier von Maybach had noticed Dieter's faraway gaze and was now looking at him, the Stabsgefreiter sharpened up. "Na gut, hier ist alles fertig. Das einzige was jetzt noch fehlt sind die Briten. Halten sie ihre Augen offen, aber niemand schießt, bevor Ich es befehle," the Unteroffizier said with a slight smile and Dieter flashed him his characteristic, boyish grin. The young corporal seemed to be in a good mood most of the times, even when all hell was loose. When the Unteroffizier was busy, tired or both, Dieter worked to boost up the morale of the men in his stead.

"Ich wünsche, dass sie bald angreifen würden. Ich will eine große Mahlzeit und einen Schlaf haben... Oh, und eine lange Dusche," Dieter said and pretended to look up at the sky with dreamy eyes. The young private Pietz next to Dieter snorted sarcastically at such ludicrous thoughts and the Stabsgefreiter shrugged his shoulders at him. "Man kann träumen, ja? Obwohl mit meinem Glück der einzige Traum, den ich haben werde, davon ist, diese Tommys zu schießen. Der nicht solch ein schlechter Traum wirklich ist. Warte einen Moment."

With this remark, Dieter propped himself up, almost instinctively moving low in the trench to have a few words with Wuchtinger who was preparing the MG 42. Raising his chin slightly, Dieter nodded his head at the man. "Besserer Griff dass Plane und abecken dass MG 42 damit, wir können ein wenig Überraschung für die Tommys einordnen. Sie werden eine verdammte schwierige Zeit haben versuchend, UNSER Hügel heraufzukommen," Dieter said with a smirk and Wuchtinger gave him a thumb up, the private next to him already reaching for the camouflaged covering. The men were left to arrange the camouflage together as Dieter returned back to his position, the muddy surface feeling strange and slippery under his boots. Crouching down in the trench, Dieter scanned the area around the hill, rubbing his eyes as he did so. The Afrikakorps were ready, dug in and sure as hell going to give the Tommies a damn good beating if they tried to make their way up the hill.


Translations:

"Ich wünsche, dass sie bald angreifen würden. Ich will eine große Mahlzeit und einen Schlaf haben... Oh, und eine lange Dusche."
"I wish they would attack soon, I want to get a big meal, some sleep... Oh, and a long shower."

"Man kann träumen, ja? Obwohl mit meinem Glück der einzige Traum, den ich haben werde, davon ist, diese Tommys zu schießen. Der nicht solch ein schlechter Traum wirklich ist. Warte einen Moment."
"A man can dream, can't he? Although with my luck the only dream I will have is of shooting these Tommies. Which is not such a bad dream, actually. Hold on."

"Besserer Griff dass Plane und abecken dass MG 42 damit, wir können ein wenig Überraschung für die Tommys einordnen. Sie werden eine verdammte schwierige Zeit haben versuchend, UNSER Hügel heraufzukommen."
"Better grab that tarpaulin and cover that MG 42 with it, arrange a little surprise for the Tommies. They will have a damned hard time trying to come up OUR hill."

[Sgt. Niegel "Finch" Kubasek]

It was blistering hot and all the men in the trench either drank or were drinking their water. Niegel looked at all the men wearing their kahki fatigues while sitting in the trenches. Niegel was hoping most of the men would come back from the assualt alive. Niegel opened up his canteen and held it upside down. Nothing dropped out of the canteen not even a drop of water. Niegel looked over to where ben was and looked at Ben's men. Niegel crawled to where Ben was. "Oi can i take command of that machine gun squad of yers?" Niegel asked. "Good luck out there and god be with you" Niegel told the young soldiers. Nigel than crawled back to his spot in the trench. He than stood up for a brief moment to wipe dirt of his uniform. He quickly sat back down in fear of losing his life.



Niegel sat in the trench with his lee-en field on his lap, aiming upward. Niegel looked over to his private standing, looking toward the enemies position, or what he thought to be the enemies position. "Get down Lad, Don't want to send ya home in a body bag now." Niegel said to the young private. The private looked to him and nodded, he than sat down with his back against the trench wall. The private watched Niegel wondering what he was thinking. Niegel was thinking what it would be like on the German side. "Sir, are you alright?" Asked the private who was worried for his sergeant. "Yeh, just wondering what it is going to be like for Jerry" Niegel replied. "It's going to be hell for them sir!" Exclaimed the private. "Keep your fucking voice down before you get Jerry to kill us" Niegel replied. The private nodded and was quiet for a couple of minutes. He just stared at the trench wall. "You alright private?" Niegel asked the young soldier. The private nodded,still staring at the wall.


Memories of home often came across Niegel's mind. He wondered how his sweet hearted mum and his rather strict pop was doing. He wondered how the oh so beautiful anna from down the road was doing and if she was married. Some thoughts made him depressed others made him happy. Niegel hoped the attack would start already so the brutality would be over sooner.

[Werner von Maybach]

[OOC: No map needed here, as none of our guys moves.]

Minutes appeared like hours now and one short moment felt like eternity to the Germans on the hill. Lost in his own, sinister thoughts, Werner carefully leaned his head a bit over the edge of the trench, to be able to observe the flat in front of the hill, without getting seen from the distance. But there was nothing. Nothing could be seen at all, the British trenches on the other side of the flat lay in an illusory peace.

The waiting time before a fight started was sometimes even worse than the actual combat. Then one could at least fight, give orders and do anything at all. But for now the men had no other choice than to sit in the muddy, wet trenches and to wait for anything to happen. The war itself wasn't the same, as in the days back in 1939/'40. The German army was no longer gaining new territory and spectacular victories every week. Now, the soldiers were desperately trying to defend these grounds and to hold of an enemy, almost superior in his pure numbers.

In the corner of his eyes, Werner saw Stabsgefreiter Rentz giving some last orders to the German heavy gunner, who thereupon took a tarpaulin and covered the MG 42 with it. The tarpaulin was colored in a desert camouflage and should do the job quite good, making the heavy weapon invisible to the Tommies until it would be way too late anyways. Realizing that Rentz was looking at him, Werner slowly nodded his head to show his contentment with the given orders.

"Wann gehts denn endlich los? Vielleicht hat der Tommy auch jetzt schon die Hosen voll und kommt erst gar nicht? Und Übermorgen gibts dann die Siegesparade mit Adolf in Kairo. Wir sitzen natürlich auf Plätzen in der ersten Reihe." Turning his head to the other side, Werner saw the smiling face of Gefreiter Dahn, who looked quite young for his age, although he had the body of a brown bear. Werner didn't reply, but at least a tiny smile could be seen hushing over his lips. He knew all too well, that the young soldiers just tried to hide their fear behind their humor. But at the end, everybody had to find his own way through.

Translations:

"Wann gehts denn endlich los? Vielleicht hat der Tommy auch jetzt schon die Hosen voll und kommt erst gar nicht? Und Übermorgen gibts dann die Siegesparade mit Adolf in Kairo. Wir sitzen natürlich auf Plätzen in der ersten Reihe."
"When does it finally start out here? Maybe the Tommy already has his pants full and won't be attacking at all? And the day after tomorrow there will be the great victory parade with Adolf in Cairo. We'll be sitting on places in the first row of course."

[Ben Shirley]

[OOC: I would like to know if I can edit my map, seeing as I should have a MG TEAM. A Gunner and assistant Gunner comes with the package Oh, and no map is needed]

The day seemed to continue on, nothing much with the surprises that usually happens during battle. But then again, they were waiting to go into battle, where it was no man's land and the cold iron bullet loved to dig itself into your warm insides. Those German's loved to fill an American full of lead, and especially when its a headshot. Soon, Ben and his cousin George got Joseph to be on the look out, and soon they had spotted the first British dudes that they were supposed to be with.

Ben looked at the British man, who seemed to be old. He had a weird kind of speech, but he was used to it, seeing as Logan had the worst kind of speech you could hear in your life. But the guy was a good fellow, and he was fun to hang around with. They should meet back someday, if they both don't die first that is. But soon, Ben could work out the guy's language, and replied accordingly. "Nah, my men would be uncomfortable taking orders from someone else they just met on the Battle-Field. All I suggest is to watch out for the German bastards, and watch each others backs."

The British Sergeant made his way back to his previous position, and all Ben did was to remind the MG Team that they don't let a single German live. "James, Make sure to lead your shots depending on their distance, I dont want any wasted shots," noted Ben, as the Gunner nodded his head once and then went back to looking through the iron sights of the Machine-Gun. It was going to be hell of a fight.

[Dieter "Iceman" Rentz]

[OOC: No changes to map... again. ]

A somewhat melancholy mood settled over the small group of Germans as the attack which they had been preparing for did not seem to happen anytime soon. Hiding a yawn, Dieter kept glancing towards the direction where the attack should have been coming from, but the area surrounding the hill seemed eerily quiet. He would have preferred to be fighting instead of waiting, no matter how strange such a thought seemed. At least when you were in the middle of a battle, the adrenaline was pumping in your veins and the thoughts of dying were pushed aside. During a battle, he lived in the moment and had no time to worry of what would happen next. When you were waiting, that was the only thing in your mind and it made him feel anxious.

"Wann gehts denn endlich los? Vielleicht hat der Tommy auch jetzt schon die Hosen voll und kommt erst gar nicht? Und Übermorgen gibts dann die Siegesparade mit Adolf in Kairo. Wir sitzen natürlich auf Plätzen in der ersten Reihe," Unteroffizier von Maybach exclaimed with a smile and his words managed to get a small laugh out of Dieter.

"Sie den Mumm haben um mit der Artillerie die ganze Nacht zu bombardieren. Aber nicht genug Mut, wirklich ihre hässlichen Gesichter hier zu zeigen, huh?" Dieter said with a raise of his eyebrows. Finding a more comfortable position in his trench, the man glanced at the sky with a sigh. "He, haben Sie den Witz über die deutschen, jüdischen und polnischen Väter in einem Krankenhaus gehört? Drei Jungen waren im Krankenhaus geboren gewesen, und die Krankenschwestern konnten nicht ihnen von einander erzählen. So hatte der deutsche Vater eine Idee und er ins Zimmer spazieren ging und sagte-"

A low groan from the private next to the light-haired corporal interrupted the joke. "Sagten Sie dass ein gestern nicht gerade? Haben Sie keine neuen Witze?" the man asked and Dieter made a tired face at him.

"Warum denken Sie an neue Witze selbst nicht?" Dieter snorted and dug up his case of cigarettes from his pocket. Instead of lighting one, he stared at the decorated lid of the case and traced the engravings with his thumb. When he had too much free time like he did now, his thoughts always returned to a certain fiery and blonde-haired girl he had met such a long time ago. They had not really gotten to know each other too well and had only seen each other once, but he still found himself thinking of where she might be now and how she was doing. He did not have her address, he didn't know even her full name, for that matter.

He had considered going looking for her after the war, but things did not seem too promising on the African front these days. The fast victories had stopped and they had not advanced anymore, making Dieter wonder how all of this would end. It seemed as if the numbers of their opposition were never-ending. Snapping the case open with determination, Dieter picked up a cigarette and offered one to the private next to him. Humming the tune to "Erika", Dieter searched for his lighter absentmindedly. Lighting the cigarette, Dieter leaned back into a comfortable position to enjoy this little luxury. "Komm schon, Tommys."


Translations:

"Sie den Mumm haben um mit der Artillerie die ganze Nacht zu bombardieren. Aber nicht genug Mut, wirklich ihre hässlichen Gesichter hier zu zeigen, huh?"
"They have guts to bombard with artillery all night but not enough courage to actually show their ugly faces here, huh?"

"He, haben Sie den Witz über die deutschen, jüdischen und polnischen Väter in einem Krankenhaus gehört? Drei Jungen waren im Krankenhaus geboren gewesen, und die Krankenschwestern konnten nicht ihnen von einander erzählen. So hatte der deutsche Vater eine Idee und er ins Zimmer spazieren ging und sagte-"
"Hey, have you heard the one about the German, Jewish and Polish fathers in a hospital? Three boys had been born in the hospital and the nurses could not tell them from each other. So the German father had an idea and he walked into the room and said-"

"Sagten Sie dass ein gestern nicht gerade? Haben Sie keine neuen Witze?"
"Didn't you just tell that one yesterday? Don't you have any new ones?"

"Warum denken Sie an neue Witze selbst nicht?"
"Why don't you come up with new jokes yourself?"

"Komm schon, Tommys."
"Come on, Tommies."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Oh...wait...nevermind just wanted to let you guys know that when you actually decide to do something, I'm still keeping an eye on things

-JT

[Sgt. Niegel "Finch" Kubasek]

Edit: Dont mind the misspellings its really late and im tired

Niegel peeked out of the trench toward where they believed the enemy was. "Okay lads, this is what makes ye ethier men or cowards. Make mother england happy gents. We are going to charge, and remember two things. God be with you and give jerry hell." Niegel said to his four men. "You move when i move lads. Pvt. Johnson you will move with me to that large boulder, the rest of you gents are goign to move to the trench on the opposite side, got it?" Niegel asked the men. They all responded with a slight nod and a smile on their face's. "If any of you got letters to be sent home to yer mums you better set them here in the trench now. i hope you will all live to see yer mums again, but the letters are just in case." Niegel sternly told the men.

Niegel crawled to the end of his trench with pvt. johson right behind him. Niegel quickly hopped up and sprinted to the boulder even though the Germans woudlnt of seen him if he walked. Pvt. johnson was right behind him but was now on the other end of the boulder. The other men ran toward their trench one by one. When they got their one of them was being complelty stupid and was looking over the trench wall toward the German position. "Get yer head down before jerry takes it from ye" Niegel said to the pvt. The pvt didnt hear him and was still looking toward the German positions. "That lad will learn in time" Niegel said rather quitely. Niegel looked over to pvt johnson to see if he was in postion. Everything seemed alright so far to niegel but that was always a bad thing.



Niegel crawled toward the trench with the pvts in it. "When i fire you jump up and fire upon the Jerry's position." Niegel said. Niegel quickly crawled back to the somewhat safeness that the boulder provided. Niegel looked over to johnson. "when i fire you fire upon Jerry" Niegel repated to Johnson. Johnson nodded and looked down to his rifle. Niegel leaned out of cover, his rifle aimed toward the hill. He tried to see if he could see any Germans. He thoguth he saw what seemed to be a German. He fired his lee enfield and went back into cover. Johnson, startled by the rifle blast jumped up in shock. The men in the trench than fired toward the hill. Niegle hoped his eyes werent playing tricks on him and that it wasnt a German. Johnson fired his rifle up toward the hill, his shot of course came later than the others. The men fired till their rifle was empty. They tried to reload their rifles as fast as they could. Niegel leaned out and fired off four more shots. He knew his rifle was out, so he took out five rounds and quickly reloaded his rifle. Well he attempted ot reload his rifle.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Not the kind you are thinking of.

The following actions have been voided:

- Guess what, neither side knows the other is present, so firing on enemy positions never happened, in fact never crossed anyones mind.

The following actions have been made:

- Morale is stagnant, the small adrenaline rush from moving about in what is presumed to be a hostile area is wearing off...all that goes for both sides.

- And it looks like rain might grace the area shortly.


- JT

[Werner von Maybach]

[OOC: Obviously, no map needed again.]

Lost in his thoughts, Werner looked up into the sky. Dark grey clouds started pulling up and the sun had nearly disappeared behind them. It looked as if it would give some rain soon. But at least that would prevent the British air force from coming into action. In the last weeks, it felt to the young Germans as if there constantly were some British planes above them, meanwhile the German Luftwaffe seemed to have completely disappeared from the battlefield.

"Kommt schon, Tommys.", Werner heard Rentz saying to himself. The corporal had just lit himself a cigarette and now he deeply inhaled the smoke with his eyes closed for a short moment. Pointing at the cigarette, Werner asked: "Hast du noch eine über? So ein Glimmstengel beruhigt die Nerven."

His words nearly got lost in the noise of a heavy artillery barrage, coming from some miles from the north. The small black fountains of smoke and dirt where even visible to the naked eye. And although Werner of course felt with the comrades defending in the shelled sector, he was thankful for every grenade that wasn’t aimed at his own small party.

Within a few moments, a strong wind had started to blow now and some of the Germans pulled up the collars of their desert tunics. Werner carefully tried to change his position in the small hole to a more comfortable one. The clamminess from the wet earth penetrated the cloth of his uniform and felt cold on his skin. In the moment, the sun had disappeared, the temperature had fallen about only few degrees. But these few degrees made a huge difference to somebody, who was used to the merciless, African sun.

Suddenly Werner remembered his little emergency ration and smilingly grabbed into his tunic. Out of his pocket, he pulled a tiny hip flask. The flask was made from black tin and had a small golden inscription graved in, showing the letters "W. v. M.". The liquid inside was dark and the sharp smell of whiskey ran into Werner’s nose. Taking a small nip from the flask, he felt an enjoyable warmth inside his throat.

After Werner had closed the flask again, he gently threw it toward Rentz. "Hier ist noch was von unserer Kriegsbeute, bisschen Zielwasser. Aber nimm nur einen kleinen Schluck, der ist recht stark." When Werner saw the questioning view of the other, younger privates, he quickly added: "Für euch gibt’s was, wenn der Spuk hier vorbei ist. Dann könnt Ihr wenigstens nachher schlafen."

Translations:

"Hast du noch eine über? So ein Glimmstengel beruhigt die Nerven."
"You maybe have one more for me also? Those butts are quite good for the nerves."

"Hier ist noch was von unserer Kriegsbeute, bisschen Zielwasser. Aber nimm nur einen kleinen Schluck, der ist recht stark."
"Here’s the last rest from our spoils of war, a bit of aiming water. But do only take a small nip, it’s very strong."

"Für euch gibt’s was, wenn der Spuk hier vorbei ist. Dann könnt Ihr wenigstens nachher schlafen."
"You all can have some of it when the spook here is over. Then you’ll at least be able to sleep afterwards."

[Ben Shirley]

He sat in his trench, and was having some hard time with being patient. They knew it was a hill, but they didn't even know if there was potential enemies, if there could be mine fields, it really bothered his mind, but Ben shrugged it off once he noticed the British men were making their move towards the rocks. Which meant, they British are taking the right, while Ben and his men were taking the left. He got up from his sitting down position, and went down on his left knee before calling all his men to attention. He made a few whispers and such before he got all of their attention.

"Ok, this is how we are going to do it. Leave EVERYTHING here, except your weapons, and ammo. Drink up the last of your water, and make any simple corrections you need to do so we don't start making noise with our clanging ammo belts. Assistant Gunner, switch up. Give me that M1 Carbine, and take my Garand. It may feel different, but Kevin is going to help you carry that big MG and that ammo around. Along with that, me, Micheal, and Chris are going to go and see if there is anything worth while to learn about the enemy position. Everyone, get moving because I see clouds rolling in," ordered Ben Shirley. He made his orders clear and loud enough for his soldiers to hear but not loud enough for anyone too far away to actually listen to. He cleared his throat a few times, but he got the message through them loud and clear. Jamie passed his M1 Carbine to Ben, and then Ben gave his M1 Garand to Jamie. Before making other movements, Ben checked the M1 Carbine for jams and made sure it had ammo. Jamie did the same, since it never hurt anyone by double checking.

After this, everyone made their own corrections to their attire and such. The MG team made sure to not have the extra ammo they had make any clanging noises, and so did everyone else. They drank their last bit of water, and left the canteen in the trench. Kevin made his way to the MG team, and helped James and Jamie move swiftly through the sandy landscape by helping with carrying some of the Ammo and such. They moved quick, and tried to make as less noise as possible. Once they made it to the rock, they patiently waited for Ben and his brothers to make their move.

Peering over the trench to see if there was anything, Ben made the hand signs for Chris to move out towards the rocks on the left. He moved as quick as possible, but at the same time he tried to prevent much noise from occuring. He kept low and crouched, always checking his surroundings from time to time. Soon after he made it to the rocks, he slightly looked over the corner. He tried to only show a small bit of himself so that he could see if the coast was clear, and once he was certain it was, he made the handsign for Micheal and Ben to follow. They both got out of the trench, and followed suit by crouching low and moving swiftly but quiet across the sandy landscape. Once everyone was in position, the MG team along with Kevin were in view of Ben, Chris, and Micheal.

They would have to communicate through simple hand gestures, to effectively take care of the situation. It was going to be one hell of a battle.

Map :

[OOC: Sorry for the change of colors. Light red = Ben. The dark green our Ben's PVTs, and then the light green is the MG team]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Ben...I think you forgot to add a PVT to your map, you seem to be down a soldier.

The following actions have been made:

- Shirley and his men successfully moved up to the rocks, a bit of slipping occurred with the soggy ground but nothing that changed much of anything.

- FINALLY...the Axis forces to the south have seen the Allies advance, just bits and pieces here and there and not enough to make a shot with as they are still unaware of the Allies troop strength.

- In turn...the Allies still have no idea there are any enemy forces in the vicinity as they are sunk down in trenches.

Next Post: Dieter

-JT

[Dieter "Iceman" Rentz]

OOC: No changes to the map!


The sun wasn't boring into Dieter's back mercilessly as it usually did, but the weather conditions still did not please him much. There was a hint of humidity in the air and he could feel his hair sticking uncomfortably to his scalp under the helmet. He felt an almost overwhelming desire to just take the helmet off, but he realized that he would just have to suffer with the uncomfortable feeling for now. Letting out a small groan of displeasure, Dieter rubbed his temple and settled into enjoying his cigarette. He had gotten used to the blistering heat of the desert and the change in temperature almost made him miss the sun. Well, almost.

It was always somewhat of a mistake to take out your case of cigarettes and offer one to another soldier, since then good manners often required you to pass cigarettes to all the men in the vicinity. Unteroffizier von Maybach had spotted Dieter enjoying his cigarette and offering one to the private next to him and now he also wanted one. With a small sigh, Dieter flashed a small smile and stumbled up into a crouching position in the trench. He already reached for his case of cigarettes and was about to start moving to the other end of the trench, when he realized that the private next to him was peering his eyes and staring somewhere into the distance. It seemed as if he had spotted something but was not quite sure enough to point it out in case he had been only seeing things.

Dieter frowned and stopped, still crouching in the muddy trench. He tried to discern what the private had seen and at first he did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Then he saw it, just a sudden flash as a soldier quickly made his way to hide behind one of the huge boulders. It seemed that the Tommies were sneaking up on them and Dieter pushed the case of cigarettes back into his pocket.

He glanced towards the Unteroffizier, keeping low in his trench. Making sure that he had von Maybach's attention, the man raised a hand to his forehead as if trying to see something, then pointing at the direction he had seen the enemy soldier at. He could not say how many Tommies were moving in behind the shelter of those rocks, so he just glanced around to make sure that everyone had realized that the enemy was moving in and knew better than to start singing merry songs out of the blue. If luck was on their side, the Tommies had not yet spotted the Germans and would find quite a surprise waiting for them on top of the hill.

Returning back to his original position, Dieter nodded reassuringly at private Pietz who was in the trench with him, the young man was looking at him inquisitively. "Überprüfen Sie und bereit Ihre Waffe. Halten Sie Ihr Feuer, bis erzählt, sonst und behalten Sie Ihren Kopf niedrig. Wir wollen, dass sie nahe erst werden, wir werden ihnen eine echte Überraschung geben," Dieter said in a low voice, the cigarette clenched between his teeth. With a small, sly smirk, the man made one last check-up of his rifle, replacing the magazine nimbly. The young corporal flipped the safety off once he was sure that the weapon was in fine firing condition. Private Pietz was quick to follow Dieter's simple and quite obvious instructions and Dieter took a short glance towards the enemy positions once again. That exhilarating and slightly chilling feeling of knowing that a battle would soon follow, travelled through his spine and made the hair on the back of his head stand up and his skin feel tingly.


Translation:

"Überprüfen Sie und bereit Ihre Waffe. Halten Sie Ihr Feuer, bis erzählt, sonst und behalten Sie Ihren Kopf niedrig. Wir wollen, dass sie nahe erst werden, wir werden ihnen eine echte Überraschung geben."
"Check and ready your weapon. Hold your fire until told otherwise and keep your head low. We want them to get close first, give them a real surprise."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Just letting Kubasek know he can proceed with his post, the Axis haven't really gained much from the cigarettes as only a couple of men are enjoying them, still, every little bit helps.

-JT