Bridge on the River Merderet

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post...kinda:

No mod needed, you may continue.

Next Post: Erik

-JT

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Since there was that boo boo with the wounded, Heiko sent me a revised map. I guess I'll go with it, but if you wish, I will change to the other one.

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Certain things, you picked up in the military. Especially if the lives of your men depended on such. The Obersturmfuhrer had finished bandaging the driver's wounds quickly, using what he could from the standard first aid kit. The top two wounds were wrapped, entry and exit, with nearly all the gauze that was provided in the kit as well as treated with sulfa powder. The third and lowest wound, was left open. It was something that Schneider picked up in Poland, from the help of a senior medic. To prevent the chest cavity from filling with too much blood, there had to be one open wound without pressure to allow the essential liquid to drain. It was possible for the man to slip into shock from the blood loss, which wasn't to hard to believe. Grasping a chair nearby and dragging it back, he elevated the man's legs a few inches to increase blood flow to vital organs.

Searching through the man's rations, he pulled out a Ersatz chocolate bar and snapped it in half. Placing one half of the bar from where it came, he slowly unwrapped the other. There was a call from outside. "They are retreating! The cowards behind the halftrack are running further in town, but I can not get off many good shots. " The response from Schneider was simple, who was too busy dealing with his wounded. "Halten Sie Ihr Feuer. Folgen Sie ihnen zu irgendwo Ihnen kann einen guten Schuß erhalten. Dann öffnen Sie Feuer und geben Sie ihnen Hölle." The sound of battle seemingly vanished, as Schneider placed the chocolate into the man's hand. He gave his Obersturmfuhrer a look of sight confusion, but Schneider placed his hand on his shoulder and reassured him. "Ich bin auf den Frontlinien jahrelang, Kamerad gewesen. Ich habe viel erlernt. Bewegen Sie sich nicht zu viel und rufen Sie um meine Hilfe, wenn Sie sie benötigen. Essen Sie diese Schokolade. Sie hilft Ihnen wirklich. Sie setzen sie nicht in die Zuteilungen aus keinem Grund, meinen Freund ein. "

Raising to his feet, he felt a sharp pain that nearly sent him clashing with the wooden floor. He grunted and rested on a box against the southern wall. With his rush of adrenaline, he had barely noticed his own wound, merely shrugging it off as a scratch. The bullet had cut through though and now he found himself bleeding. Cussing, he rolled his trouser leg up and began to exhaust his own first aid kit. Pouring a packet of sulfa over the wound to prevent infection, he wrapped it in a small amount of left over gauze. It was not much, but it would help as best as it could. Lowering the trouser leg to conceal his wound, he crept over towards a table and rested in a chair. He tried his best to stay off the damned leg, which shot pain through his left side with every step. Glancing outside the window, he could direct the MG42 gunner from safety as well as keep an eye on the wounded driver.

The Obersturmfuhrer had been distracted, but it was clear that there had been a "barrage" of artillery across the river. the radioman was positioned with Luther, so it was obvious who had called it in. Who knew if you could actually call it a barrage. The measly six shots fell short and caused no damage. Maybe that was why the men behind the halftrack ran. According to Barbarossa, who manned the MG42 and served as Schneider's eyes, the artillery was crap. Schneider chuckled slightly and inquired if the man could get some shots off. Barbarossa seemed confident, able to shift the MG42 far enough to his right to litter the front of the building with a hail of bullets. The armored vehicle had been positioned with the end of the MG42 aligned with the edge of the tower, to allow a wide range of fire. "Jager, erhalten Wort bis zum reizenden Groger, das er auf den Amerikanern abfeuern kann, wenn er das ' hört; 42. "

And so, the fun began. The Americans were forced into a shitty position, why not make it worse? Jager moved up the stairs and yelled the orders to Groger, who had been previously watching the .30 CAL. Now that it was abandoned, there was a new job for him. It was not long after the artillery fire, that Schneider yelled out his order "Fire!" to Barbarossa. Glancing over to the injured man on the floor, Schneider listened to the loud burst of MG fire. At first, he could discern that the gunner was focusing on a single area, one window. The recognizable sound of a Kar 98 fired, as Groger lined his sights up with a figure and fired off his shot, ducking down to reload. Moments afterward, the MG fire began to shift and Schneider could see Barbarossa moving the MG in a large sweep across the entire building. Another shot ringed out from upstairs, before the MG fire died down. Barbarossa lowered himself beneath the side of the halftrack, still holding the MG and watching across the river. Now a much harder target. Groger must have followed suit upstairs, without the support of a MG to keep him safe from enemy fire.

Translations:

- "They are retreating! The cowards behind the halftrack are running further in town, but I can not get off many good shots."

- "Hold your fire. Follow them to somewhere you can get a good shot. Then open fire and give them hell."

- "I have been on the front lines for many years, comrade. I have learned much. Do not move too much and call for my help if you need it. Eat this chocolate. It will actually help you. They do not put it in the rations for no reason, my friend."

- "Jager, get word up to the lovely Groger that he can fire on the Americans when he hears the '42."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Schneider had not only bolstered his men's morale, but the few in the vicinity of the wounded man have had their morale raised a small bit, their commander having taken well care of the wounded man.

- The Allies having already been on the floor from the Artillery strike have now been forced to the rear of the building to avoid further enemy fire cascading through the windows and several rounds dashing through the walls as well.

- No one has been injured, since they were on the floor when the Axis started firing there was not a good shot from any angle, the targets being out of sight.

No map needed as the only changes would be the Allied men to the south moving to the rear of the building, please make sure to show your men starting there Strange.

Next Post: Strange

-JT

[Jonathan Strange]

OOC: I called the beer wine, just fits a little better.
New Map

"What was that?" Teauge asked Strange who was crouched down next to him by the windowsill. Strange said nothing just straining his ears hoping the sound repeated itself. There was nothing but silence.

Then a faint, shrill whistling reached their ears. A red flag immediately went up Strange's mind but the recognition took a moment. Both Wilkerson and Strange seemed to come to the same conclusion almost simultaneously as both yelled "Get down!" in unison. Strange grabbed a stunned and confused Teauge by the collar and threw him to the floor as the shells started to reach the ground. An eerie ringing started just before the first explosion and cut through the entire shelling. Was it the cry of a guardian angel? thought Strange, maybe...

As abruptly as it had started, the artillery rounds stopped falling followed by a few uneasy seconds of silence. Strange lifted his head from the floor and looked around sizing up any damage. Nothing. The building seems completely untouched.

"Looks like Jerry can't aim very well!" came a shout from Wilkerson in the adjacent room. No one laughed but a smile crept onto Stange's lips. That good feeling vanished as a hail of bullets poured in through the window and out through the wall. Except one which ricocheted off the wall and plinked off Strange's helmet. Strange got the hint and took Teauge by the collar again and dragged him out of the room into the foyer. Wilkerson and Robbins were already there as Strange and Teauge entered. The machinegun stopped firing leaving another uneasy silence.

"Was anyone hit?" Strange looked around the room and everyone shook their heads.

"Told you Jerry couldn't hit shit..." muttered Wilkerson. Everyone looked at each other. The silence was broken by a weak cough-laugh from the wounded Savage. With the wall of seriousness broken by a wounded men a few more chuckles rolled around the room. Strange did a quick headcount and came up one short.

"Has anyone seen Rhodes?" The chuckles immediately stopped and a hush fell over the men. They all averted their eyes, too ashamed to make eye contact with one another.

"That was some crazy shit, wasn't it? Hey, what's wrong? Someone get hit?" All the eyes snapped upwards toward the entrance to the house ready to curse whoever was being so blatantly insensitive. But to the surprise of everyone present, it was the crouched figure of the aforementioned John Rhodes bouncing on his feet a bit from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“We thought you were dead, boy.” Chuckled Wilkerson, ”See? I'm still right about Jerry.” Another round of chuckles followed.

“Nope. I'm fine, Sergeant. One of those shells nearly took my head off on the way in but I'm fine,” there was a pause as the private tried to remember something, “Oh... eh... Lieutenant, the stone bridge took two hits. I don't know how bad... but it doesn't look good. I don't think the krauts are trying to cover over either, I didn't see any movement before or after that MG opened up.”

“Hmm... that's good.” Strange stood and moved over toward a table “Come over here, Sergeant.” Wilkerson joined him by the table and Strange produced a small map of the area along with the aerial photo again. “Alright, we're here in this little house and corporal Pearson is over in this one. One of the south bridges is out, the stone one is damaged. The Germans seem to be concentrated in the buildings overlooking the river... damn...” Strange stared at the map and gathered up his thoughts and a frown took hold of his face. “Fucking mine...” he muttered. “I'm afraid we may have used up all our luck with that artillery and the machingun. I don't want to risk another move out in the open and the Germans seem content to stay on their side” the frown deepened, “Reinforcements should be here sometime tomorrow, so we'll hunker down here until nightfall and then join Pearson's men to wait for them. So,” Strange glanced at his watch which read 11:15 and did a rough calculation to sunset, “We have about 11 hours until we can move again. Until then we'll keep a watch on that southern bridge in one hour intervals. Sound good, Sergeant?”

“Good enough, I guess. I'll take the first watch.” Wilkerson looked at his own watch, “I think it's about time for lunch. How about you, Lieutenant?”

“I think that's a great idea, Sergeant. There's a kitchen just over there, why don't you go see if you can find anything to eat. Robbins, go help the sergeant find food for everyone.” The private hopped up and quietly entered the kitchen (the room Strange and Teauge had been in) with Wilkerson. They were only gone for a few minutes before Robbins crept back out with a four, two-foot long baguettes and Wilkerson with a basket of glasses in one hand a bottle of wine in the other and huge grins on both their faces. The grins were infectious and were soon on everyone's lips.

“Nice find, Sergeant. Half a loaf each and one, only one, glass. Understood? We can have more with supper later.” There were a few grumbles about the wine ration but most understood the need for it. Robbins handed out to bread and glasses, and Wilkerson trailed behind filling the glasses. Teauge sat by the wounded Savage and helped him eat. No one else was injured enough to require assistance. Strange stopped Wilkerson after he poured his own glass and whispered to him, “ Is there anything else in there?”

“There's a few fruit, but not enough for everyone.”

“Bring them out anyway after your watch, we'll just split them up as best as we can. Enjoy your meal, Sergeant”

“Thank you, sir. You, too.” and with that the Sergeant went back into the kitchen to begin his watch.

“Bon appetit, gentlemen.” said Strange raising his glass of wine to his men. Everyone did the same and began eating. Strange brought the glass to his lips but only pretended to drink, he couldn't afford dulled wits right now. He turned his attention away from the men and focused on the map. How am I going to out of this one...

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Well I was planning on say that if you are using wine you need to purchase it from the shop...but it's no longer in the shop. Still, it's beer, can't change that.

- The Allies to the south have had a small boost to morale, still on the low side, but it's on the rise, splitting a bottle of beer between your men has had a small effect on each of them as a single bottle is meant for a large effect on a single man.

- The Axis atre curious as to the sate of the Allies as there was no retaliation from them, they haven't ruled them out yet, but soon the thought will be crossing their minds.

Next Post: Luther

-JT

[William Luther]

OOC: I’ve included a map with firing, but Strange’s map is true for the next post on positions

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The Artillery came crashing from nowhere, a huge monster wanting to cause massive damage. Luther made sure he held his mouth open to counter the massive pressure changes the explosives would cause.

Unfortunately, they were less effective than he hoped. Bugger, this meant they’d need to be a bit trickier in their battle. ”Dresner,” he called out, addressing the Private upstairs, ”Comen sie hier.” The Private lifted himself up and walked down the stairs, crouching down beside Luther. ” Meine Beine sind dabei zu befestigen, wenn ich hier viel länger sitze. Nehmen Sie das MG, und beobachten Sie gerade dieses Haus da drüben.” He indicated the house he’d seen the enemy retreat in to from the side window, and the Dresner gave a quick ”Jawohl”, before crouching behind the MG and aiming at the target. ” Geben Sie mir am besten Ihr 98K incase ich muss einige Schüsse von nach oben stellen.”

Dresner pushed over his Mauser, and grabbed a trio of charger clips from his gear and passed them to Luther who pocketed them. He left his StG44 downstairs, it was less useful if he could see the enemy house. He climbed the stairs, stopping at Faust and taking back his binoculars. He stopped at the top window, back a few steps to anybody positioned at the top of the 4 storey building wouldn’t have a shot at him. He peered through the looking glasses, observing the American building. He could make out a single person from this angle. And from the binoculars he could make out the silver bar indicating an American Lieutenant. He let them hang before pulling the 98k to his shoulder. The man seemed to be staring in to empty space, and Luther brought the iron sights over his chest, going for the largest target. He licked his lips with anticipation before squeezing the trigger once, turning and rushing downstairs, working the bolt as he ran. From downstairs, as Dresner heard the round, he wasn’t sure where it had come from, so began frantically pumping the trigger in bursts of fire towards the unit he could make out inside the house.

He passed the 98k back to Dresner, and placed the ammo on the floor next to him and sat down, and pulled open his canteen, taking a draught. ” Hmm. Wir werden sie wissen lassen, dass wir noch hier sind, wollen Sie einige Runden in zu diesem Gebäude werfen?”
Dresner smiled, and after a quick Ja, opened fire, sending bursts of fire towards the building. Luther was focusing on making quite a jovial mood around his men. They had almost certainly sealed a victory here, but they may be waiting for a long time for the enemy to run away. If everyone was in high spirits, it would be a lot easier to last through it.

” Es gibt noch, dass großer Benzinkanister von Wasser um den Rücken, nicht dort ist?”
”Erm, Ja Sturmscharfuhrer.”, replied the Private, slightly confused.
” Brillant. Ich werde hier wieder nehmen, Sie können gehen zieht ein Gebräu an. Ich würde einen Kaffee, Kontrolle nicht merken, wenn Faust irgendetwas will.”
Dresner stood up, scooping his rifle and ammo as Luther got behind the Machine gun again, kneeling on the floor with a jacket he had grabbed from his pack folded up under his knees to cushion them. There was a small stove in the adjoining room, and, after making sure the door was closed so he was safe from fire, Dresner filled a jug with water and began boiling it for drinks for the group of men in the building.

Translations
Comen sie hier – Come here.

Meine Beine sind dabei zu befestigen, wenn ich hier viel länger sitze. Nehmen Sie das MG, und beobachten Sie gerade dieses Haus da drüben. - My legs are going to cramp if I sit here much longer. Take the MG, and just watch that house over there.

Geben Sie mir am besten Ihr 98K incase ich muss einige Schüsse von nach oben stellen. - Best give me your 98k incase I need to put some shots from upstairs.

Hmm. Wir werden sie wissen lassen, dass wir noch hier sind, wollen Sie einige Runden in zu diesem Gebäude werfen? - Hmm. We'll let them know we're still here, do you want to throw some rounds in to that building?

Es gibt noch, dass großer Benzinkanister von Wasser um den Rücken, nicht dort ist? - There's still that large jerry can of water round the back, isn't there?

Brillant. Ich werde hier wieder nehmen, Sie können gehen zieht ein Gebräu an. Ich würde einen Kaffee, Kontrolle nicht merken, wenn Faust irgendetwas will. - Brilliant. I'll take over here again, you can go put a brew on. I wouldn't mind a coffee, check if Faust wants anything.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Bursts of MG fire scoarched their way accross the river toward the Allies in the building, once again interupting any plans they had. Instinctively they all hugged the floor, but not before a round landed in the rear wall with a bit of blood spatter trailing it in.

- Strange himself has taken a round in his left bicep, a clean in and out, but it will prove tricky to use the arm for most tasks.

- The Axis have now decided to boil coffee...what has combat come to? No morale boost will be associated with this as there is no such item in the shop, can't give you something for free.

- The MG34 is around half out of ammunition.

Next Post: Pearson

-JT

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

It's been almost a week.

At the request of both opposing members, Pearson this is your warning to post, you have 24 hours to do so.

-JT



****EDIT****

Extended until midnight tomorrow by request of Owen and agreed upon by Nathan.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Pearson's turn to post has been skipped. Schneider, you're up.

-JT

[∬: Erik Schneider]

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"Es würde die Amerikaner hat aufgegeben ihren Kampf erscheinen. Möglicherweise stellten sie fest, wie endgültige Scheiße sie am Kämpfen waren." Schneider lit up at the comment of the lowly soldier manning the MG42 atop the halftrack, breaking out with furious laughter. "Hörten Sie das? Jene Amerikaner haben genug gehabt! Die Feiglinge sind in das Verstecken mit ihren Endstücken verstauten zwischen ihren Beinen gelaufen!" The building ignited with laughter, that carried on to the upstairs. Even a lonely Groger joined in, his laughter loud and brash for all to hear. A wounded man to the Oberstumfuhrer's left had a grin on his face as he bit down on some chocolate. Schneider felt a raise in the spirits of the men, who were glad to have such an easy victory. Although, the battle would most likely come to a standstill, they had no problems with holding here, across the river.

"Möglicherweise erhielten sie ihre Endstücke zwischen ihren Beinen, um sich zu verstecken, dass traurig für einen Kugelsack entschuldigen Sie. " The usually silent Holtzmann grunted, garnering some more laughter from his fellow soldiers. Jager was hysterical with laughter, wiping tears from his eyes as he struggled to balance himself against the staircase. This battle had been won long ago, probably by the fault of an inexperienced, rookie Second Lieutenant. Schneider had seen shit hit the fan many times and it usually was the result of a cocky, brash junior officer. No rational man threw his men into the sights of a MG34. Chuckling, Schneider watched over Barbarossa who in turn, was peeking over the edge of the halftrack. The familiar sound of Luther's machine-gun echoed across the battlefield. Hopefully, he had managed to hit a bastard. From Barbarossa, Schneider had been able to learn that the Americans were hiding in fear of the bullets.

"Jager! Erhalten Sie innen hier! Finden Sie mich etwas, mit zu schreiben und etwas Papier. Ich benötige Sie, etwas Aufträge zu unseren Kameraden im Süden laufen zu lassen." The runner of the group was off his feet and by Schneider's side within seconds, scavenging through some tables and drawers. He managed to get his hands on a filthy but blank sheet of paper as well as a fine pen, which fortunately had some ink remaining. Jotting down some orders on the sheet, Schneider tore the edges to make his message smaller. The ink was fresh, so he didn't wish for the message to be ruined. "Lassen Sie dieses zu Luther laufen. Lassen Sie ihn es lesen und es zurückschicken. Dieser Auftrag muss simultan sein, um gut zu arbeiten, was mit unserer Trennung. Ich habe mit etwas Informationen, dass Barbarossa und Reichmann mich über informiert haben, also versuche, die Tinte nicht zu schmieren vorausgesetzt. Seien Sie vorsichtig und Stock zu den rückseitigen Gebäuden. "

Jager grabbed it gently and nodded, setting off for Luther's position shortly after ward. "Reichmann, wie über Sie Plätze mit Groger schalten Sie. Halten Sie, dass verwundet in der Überprüfung und im Aufenthalt weg von diesem Fenster. " There was a short answer, Jawohl, before the two men carefully traded places. Previously hit, Reichmann had called something out about a sniper which, although slightly hard to believe, the men trusted. Again, as he stuck low and passed Groger, he muttered. "Ich erkläre Ihnen, gibt es einen Scharfschützen in diesem Gebäude mit vier Geschichten. Südliches Fenster, höchstwahrscheinlich. Dachgeschoss. Nur Weise der bastard würde mich geschlagen haben. Aufenthalt frei vom Fenster. " The warning felt urgent, so Groger entered the room gently, rolling up against the wall beside the window. Sliding himself into the corner, he stared at the window slightly afraid of a sniper, yet eager to be made of use. At least, he had no chance of being hit like Reichmann. "Groger, halten Ihre Ohren geöffnet. Ich werde Sie benötigen, etwas Aufträgen zu folgen, wenn Jager zurück erhält. "

The conversation had been short, barely lasting between ninety and hundred and twenty seconds between the initial joke and Groger rolling to the corner of a window. Schneider broke a silence of uncertainty with proud lyrics, to raise his men's spirits and shatter the American's. "Ade, mein liebes Schätzelein. Ade, ade, ade," Schneider started slow at first, singing low. Holtzmann glanced up, the wounded man shifted his head to hear, and the men upstairs focuses their ears to hear. The song started small, but grew louder and bigger within the first stanza. Soon, all of the men in the bridge building had begun to sing. "Es muß, es muß geschieden sein. Ade, ade, ade. Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria. Gloria, Gloria. Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Viktoria! Sieg Heil! Viktoria!" As the voices grew louder, so did the participants. Soon, the men to the North and to the West who felt as if they hadn't done much, joined in song. The feeling of being united as one in this triumph was grand, the German voices loud and proud.

"Visier und Ziel sind eingestellt. Ade, ade, ade. Auf Stalin, Churchill, Roosevelt. Ade, ade, ade. Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria. Gloria, Gloria. Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Viktoria! Sieg Heil! Viktoria!" The singing spread to the south like wildfire and soon enough nearly every German soldier was singing, some nearly at the top of their lungs. That didn't stop them from losing their focus, however. It was a lull in battle, but they knew it was only the peace before the storm. Best to make use of that peace. There was no idiocy though, everyone understood they should enjoy this gift their Obersturmfuhrer was giving them. The gift of music was a great one. Schneider paused briefly though to call out fiercely over the singing, "Lassen Sie uns ein neues Instrument unserem Lied, Barbarossa hinzufügen! Wie gut spielen Sie den schönen Ton MG42 zu Ihnen? BILDEN SIE ETWAS GERÄUSCHE! BILDEN SIE ETWAS GERÄUSCHE! INFORMIEREN SIE JENE AMERIKANER MIT WHO, DEN SIE BESCHÄFTIGEN!"

Barbarossa understood Schneider's joke perfectly, taking hold of the MG42 and raising. He aimed where he thought he could deal the most damage to where the Americans would be hiding. Getting the MG to turn as far as he could, he fired into the northeastern wall of the building in hopes of scoring a kill. He brought the rain of fire in an arch that ended with him firing into the southernmost window, cutting a swash of fire through the center of the building to score some hits. Squatting back down, he eased up until his firing was no more, his voice still singing loudly. The Germans had grown louder, making it sound like there were many more than their actually were. Barbarossa began to bash a beat on the sides of the halftrack to the song, creating an echoing drum-like effect.

"Wir ruhen und wir rasten nicht
Ade, ade, ade,
Bis daß die Satansbrut zerbricht,
Ade, ade, ade,
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria,
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Viktoria!
Sieg Heil! Viktoria!

Reich mir die Hand zum Scheidegruß
Ade, ade, ade,
Und deinen Mund zum Abschiedskuß
Ade, ade, ade,
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria,
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Viktoria!
Sieg Heil! Viktoria!"

Translations:

- "It would appear the Americans have given up their fight. Perhaps, they realized how utter shit they were at fighting."

- "Did you hear that? Those Americans have had enough! The cowards have run into hiding with their tails tucked in between their legs!"

- "Maybe they got their tails between their legs to hide that sorry excuse for a ball sack."

- "Jager! Get in here! Find me something to write with and some paper. I need you to run some orders to our comrades in the south."

- "Run this to Luther. Have him read it and send it back. This order will need to be simultaneous in order to work well, what with our separation. I have provided with some information that Barbarossa and Reichmann have informed me of, so try not to smear the ink. Be careful and stick to the back buildings."

- "Reichmann how about you switch places with Groger. Keep that wound in check and stay away from that window."

- "I am telling you, there is a sniper in that four story building. Southern window, most likely. Top floor. Only way the bastard would have hit me. Stay clear of the window."

- "Groger, keep your ears open. I am going to need you to follow some orders when Jager gets back."

- "Let us add a new instrument to our song, Barbarossa! How well do you play the beautiful MG42 sound to you? MAKE SOME NOISE! MAKE SOME NOISE! LET THOSE AMERICANS KNOW WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH!"

- "Good-bye, my sweet darling,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
It has, It has to be parted
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
It is about Germany's Glory,
Glory, Glory,
Hail Victory! Hail Victory! Victory!
Hail Victory! Victory!

Visor and target are adjusted,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
To Stalin, Churchill, Roosevelt,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
It is about Germany's Glory,
Glory, Glory,
Hail Victory! Hail Victory! Victory!
Hail Victory! Victory!

We don't rest or stop,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
Until the spawn of Satan breaks,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
It is about Germany's Glory,
Glory, Glory,
Hail Victory! Hail Victory! Victory!
Hail Victory! Victory!

Give me your hand for the parting greeting,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
And your mouth for the parting kiss,
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
It is about Germany's Glory,
Glory, Glory,
Hail Victory! Hail Victory! Victory!
Hail Victory! Victory!"

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- The laughter echoed throughout the building, only faint remnants of the sound made it to the Allied ears to the South, still shaken slightly from the sparse Artillery, none the less they weren't happy to hear it. The Allies to the North however were able to pick up on it easier, also unhappy about it.

- Again more MG fire has poured into the building the Southern Allies have hunkered down in, this time no casualties...but they have left the building, sick and tired of hiding, being fired upon constantly and still almost no support from their left flank has left them high and dry when it comes to options.

- Luther received the scrap of paper around the exact moment the Axis forces North of them opened fire, he glanced over it quickly and joined in, only a moment or two behind the rest of the fire.

- While the rag tag group of Allies pulled back Luther was able, through sheer volume of fire, it's an MG after all, score another hit, killing the Allied PVT that earlier sustained two wounds, one to his forearm, another to his shoulder.

- Strange you have this next post only to rally your men as best you can, with no teammate it will be a tough task, but pretty much your only other option is retreat, if you are unable to do so then chaos may ensue.

Next Post: Strange

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-JT

[Jonathan Strange]

Map

Goddamn it! raged Strange silently. The quick retreat had cost him another man, albeit an already wounded one. it nonetheless brought a rage boiling up from his stomach and frothed over his heart. From the looks Wilkerson was giving him, the rage was pouring out of his eyes as well.

What to do? How can I salvage this operation?. Strange's mind was blank. His reason was screaming retreat but his heart stood steadfast and merely replied 'No'. A compromise then.

"Sergeant, round up everyone from that building and bring them out back here. I'll so the same for the other. We're sending off the wounded." Wilkerson didn't reply, simply went about the task as did Strange. A few moments later all the remnants of the platoon were gathered behind the more westward of the two buildings in a semi circle around the lieutenant.

Strange addressed the downbeat men, "First. The wounded need to get out of here. I'm not going to let you sit around and get shot up for no reason. Corporal, you and Cassens are getting out of here, understand? But, that's not all I need from you. Howard, I need you to find Captain Patterson and have him send reinforcements as soon as possible. I'm counting on you, now go."

"But Lieutenant, I'm not that badly hurt..."

"I'm ordering you to go get us some help, Corporal. Now get the hell out of here."

"Yes, sir." Howard mumbled before taking hold of Cassens and starting down the road back toward the rest of the division.

"As for the rest of you, we're going to hold this bridge as long as we can. I will not allow Savage and the rest to have died for nothing. If those Germans gain full control of these bridges, they'll be able to pour tanks down our throats and the whole invasion will be in danger of being snuffed out. I can't let that happen." The faces around him didn't look happy... but they understood. Strange flashed a demented grin, " And I fully intend on paying those bastards back for every drop of blood they've drawn from us today. I will not leave until I have the head of a German officer dangling from my belt and one of his teeth from each of your necks." The grin was contagious and quickly spread to each of their faces as they conjured the image in their own minds.

"Now, let's go link up with the scouting party. We're going to need all the guns we can muster. Rhodes, this wound of mine isn't going to allow me to use my weapon. You take it and I'll carry your rifle." The private nodded, took the submachinegun and handed his rifle over to Strange, who slung it over his back.

"Alright, We're taking the long route into town to avoid their machineguns as much as possible. We'll round this building and make our way to the western edge of town and then hug the houses as close until we get to the scouting party's house. Let's go. Robbins, you're on point." With that the small band began moving toward the town staying low and moving quickly while using the trees as cover as best as they could.

As they reached the western-most building in town, Strange called a halt and took a peek around the northern corner and down the street. The buildings weren't perfectly flush with one another leaving a small edge they could potentially hide the band as they moved forward into town. Perfect.

"When you get across the street, stick to the wall as close as you can. Let's go." Strange moved around the corner first this time, leading his men from the front, the rest following close behind. Upon reaching the second door, Strange carefully tested the handel opening it enough to check for tripwires around the edges. Not seeing any, he pushed the door open completely and called out "Thunder." a feint reply of 'flash' lifted his spirits a little and Strange's band moved into the building working their way toward where the reply had come.

"Where's the Corporal Pearson?" whispered Strange to the sentries on the bottom floor.

"Fourth floor, sir."

"Right, you two come with us. Stay low, avoid the windows." The two sentries nodded and followed joined Strange's men going up the stairs to the second floor.

"Wilkerson and Robbins, stay by this window. Keep your heads down. I'll be back in a few minutes." Strange continued up to the third floor where he placed the Rhodes with the SMG and one of the sentries by the window and sending the other two sentries to the room where the shell had hit giving them all the same orders to avoid the windows and keep their heads down before he and Teauge moved up to the fourth floor.

Strange entered the room that Corporal Pearson occupied. "Corporal Pearson, I'm Lieutenant Strange and I'm taking command here. I want you and your spotter down on the ground floor watching that building across the river. If you see anything move. Kill it. No exceptions. On your way down, inform everyone that those are their orders as well. If it moves, I want it dead. Also, all of my men is already in the building. So if anyone tries to get in now, they're an enemy. Kill them too, understood?" the corporal nodded and went off to fulfill his task. Strange moved to the window and once again removed his photograph of the the area which was starting to succumb to battlefield conditions.

Using the photo, the lieutenant began to reorient himself to this new position, making sure he knew where the machineguns where in relation to him and starting to figure out what to do next.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Although reluctantly, the Allied men listened to their leader one last time, to their surprise they actually didn't hate every word that fell from his lips, Strange you and what is left of your men will remain in battle, but when it comes to morale don't think you are out of the woods yet.

- Splitting the remaining group of men didn't exactly sit well with them, but they knew it was about the only option left, the bridges were important and the faint hint of possible reinforcements waved a few concerns aside...althgouh reinforcements will never come, they are on foot and it will take quite some time before they are picked up or make it to another allied unit...if they aren't found by other enemy forces first.

- Taking the long back route has allowed the Allied men to move without retaliation, they were not spotted through the smoking craters, multiple trees and long distance, although an Axis soldier or two noticed movement, they never suspected it was a human and contributed the distraction to the wind.

- The Allied men that made the move are very tired, very upset, and still ready to leave at the first sign of a good reason. The Allied men that were already positioned to the North might even follow, with no leadership from their CPL and having been what they think as the target of some artillery, other than tired they feel the same way.

- The Axis forces are still under the impression that the Allies have men in the south, if they aren't already dead.

- Owen you have been scarce so I'm going to allow the move of your character, he is your commanding officer after all.

Next Post: Luther

-JT

[William Luther]

A Private came running through the back door of the building, announcing himself with the predetermined code-word. Luther turned his head quickly to him, as the soldier passed over a sheet of paper, which Luther quickly unfolded and read. He quickly recognised Schneider’s script, and he absorbed it quickly.

Luther,

The battle is going well, a few decisive moves and victory shall be upon us. Put a base of fire on to the enemy position, and send a group of me to secure the enemy halftrack, and if possible empty the building they are hiding in. Cover is essential, we think they may have a sniper in the tall building.
Luther thought the best way to do this as he opened fire again towards the enemy base. ” Gehen Sie nächste Tür, und holen Sie mir Körperliches Frankfurter und seine Männer. Schnell!” The Private turned and ran, going through the back door, returning half a minute later with three men. Luther flicked on the safety of the MG before giving a quick order, ”Helfen Sie mir, dies nach oben zu erhalten.”

Frankfurter and the three Privates grabbed ammo boxes as Luther picked up the MG and ran upstairs, being careful not to touch the gently smoking barrel. Luther crouched behind the window, placing the bipod on the sill as the ammo boxes were laid on the ground next to him. ” Okay, Plan. Jager, nicht wahr? Ich will Sie, zu Herr Schneider zurückzukehren, und ihm zu erzählen, mir Abdeckung zu geben, feuert den Moment Sie zurückkehren. Nachdem er anfängt, werde ich mehr Feuer hinzufügen. Würstchen, nimmt Ihre Männer und diese Handgranate, sichert den feindlichen halftrack. Lassen Sie einen Mann stellen in Brand mit ihm, Sie und das andere gehen und werfen Sie es zu jenem Gebäude dort der Feind versteckt in hinein. Machen wir dieses und gehen Sie nach Hause!”

Jager picked himself up and went running back along the same path back to Schneider’s men as Luther passed the grenade to Frankfurter. ” Erhalten Sie durch die Tür. Wenn ich anfange, zu feuern, Sprint zum halftrack, und hält nicht auf. Sie können den Rest klappen”

Frankfurter turned and left, taking his men with him as they went down by the closed door and twisted the handle gently to check it would open. They still had a reasonable cloud of smoke out front which would help.

Luther crouched low over the MG, squinting through the sights and lining up with a target just above his height. He was kneeling, pulling the MG down with him so it had a high angle of fire. If they started firing now, he’d return, but the plan was to wait until Schneider’s MG opened up. He called out again quickly to the other two occupants of the room. ” Gehen Sie draußen, Ziel für den obersten loor, wenn Sie die Feindanfänge feuern.” The two men grabbed weapons and quickly ran out, getting in to a firing position.

He fired, sending out a quick burst before adding on more double-taps to the targets. He heard a call from Frankfurter, urging his men onwards and he saw them sprinting over the bridge out of the corner of his eye, being careful not to trip on the corpses, and kicking one or two out of the way in to the river. He could hear the rhythmic pattern of a bolt-action and semi-auto as the two Private ran outside firing, hoping to overwhelm the enemy positions, and he heard more weapons pick up as the rest of the Soldiers got the idea to start firing. In a matter of seconds, they were in the back of the Halftrack and Private Gerber jumped on the American weapon, sending a heavy stream of fire down towards the enemy position. He didn’t really have a target, but knowing their own weapon was turned against them and thudding in to the building would work wonders for the enemy morale.
Frankfurter hopped back out the rear of the vehicle, followed by Bosch sprinting towards the building. The Corporal stopped by the back door, and listened. Strange, it didn’t seem like anybody was in there. He took his bayonet in one hand and unscrewed the cap of the grenade, holding it in his other as he opened the door.

Empty. Nobody was in the building. He took an ever-so-careful glance through next doors window, and it was the same. He had planned on grenading one, and when the allies came running out to investigate, to shoot them, but that appeared unnecessary. He moved backwards, carefully putting the cap back on the grenade, backed against the wall of the building and signalled towards Luther, making a very clear crossing sign in front of his chest, indicating the building was empty. Everybody must have moved away in to the house to the North. He replaced the grenade on his belt, making note he’d need to return it later, and moved back to the Halftrack, sitting in the back with Bosch beside him as Gerber fired the large MG. Surely the enemy couldn’t take much more of this?

Translations

Gehen Sie nächste Tür, und holen Sie mir Körperliches Frankfurter und seine Männer. Schnell! - Go next door, and fetch me Corporal Frankfurter and his men. Quickly!

Helfen Sie mir, dies nach oben zu erhalten. – Help me get this upstairs.

Okay, Plan. Jager, nicht wahr? Ich will Sie, zu Herr Schneider zurückzukehren, und ihm zu erzählen, mir Abdeckung zu geben, feuert den Moment Sie zurückkehren. Nachdem er anfängt, werde ich mehr Feuer hinzufügen. Würstchen, nimmt Ihre Männer und diese Handgranate, sichert den feindlichen halftrack. Lassen Sie einen Mann stellen in Brand mit ihm, Sie und das andere gehen und werfen Sie es zu jenem Gebäude dort der Feind versteckt in hinein. Machen wir dieses und gehen Sie nach Hause! - Okay, plan. Jager, is it? I want you to return to Herr Schneider and tell him to give me covering fire the moment you return. Once he starts, I'll add more fire. Frankfurter, take your men and this grenade, secure the enemy halftrack. Have one man put on fire with it, you and the other go and throw it in to that building there the enemy is hiding in. Let's do this and go home!

Erhalten Sie durch die Tür. Wenn ich anfange, zu feuern, Sprint zum halftrack, und hält nicht auf. Sie können den Rest klappen - Get by the door. When I start firing, sprint to the halftrack, and don't stop. You can work out the rest.

Gehen Sie draußen, Ziel für den obersten loor, wenn Sie die Feindanfänge feuern. - Go outside, aim for the top loor when the enemy starts firing.

Clean
Big Fat Mess Of Lines

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Not much, the moves went off with no problems...well there was this one.

- While stopping to try and "kick" a body into the river...he failed, the bodies are still on the bridge, luckily covering fire kept him from being fired upon...sitting still...in the wide open.

- The Gunner in the Axis Half-Track couldn't really do much as the building right in front of him blocked his view, none the less he fired toward the area intended for effect...same thing with the PVT behind him...causing the Gunner to duck a few times as the rounds were dangerously close to his head (did you really not notice the line passing right next to him?)

- Luther has expended more ammo, seriously, that MG doesn't have unlimited supplies, might want to conserve.

- The Allies have been suppressed for the moment, unable to retaliate to the Axis maneuver to the south.

- After checking the southern building, the Axis soldier exited a bit bewildered to find no enemy troops. Upon stopping for a moment to process the information he looked out to the south and his eyes widened. He hurried back to the paralyzed half-track.

- Unable to speak from the bit of shock he motioned for the other two men to look toward the south as well, and so they did only to now share the same look. Smoke, huge amounts of it, billowing into the sky, a fire has spread into the woods to the south and is slowly growing.

- Through the thick, sun blocking smoke came a lone fighter, wounded from another battle, possibly the very same battle that caused the fire in the first place. With smoke pouring from the front of the plane the pilot did his best to get clear of the fire before bailing out to safety, leaving the uncontrollable plane to it's own fate. A fate that ended in this very battle.

- Causing a brief lull in combat, everyone could hear the sound of the fighter's crippled engine as it closed on the area, losing altitude with every passing moment, creeping eerily closer to earth.

- Withing seconds it had arrived, spinning chaotically as it hit and cascaded along the ground, spewing forth pieces of metal and molten oil. Flames erupted as the fuel tanks impacted with the dirt and the sparks from the electronics going hay-wire in the cockpit.

- An abrupt thud felt around the area stopped the ruckus for good as the plane came to land in the base of the bell-tower, which chimed fiercely from the collision. The side of the building catching most of the flames which clung to the sides as if fleeing a hoard of rats.

- The smoke grenade has been exhausted.

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Nest Post: Pearson

-JT