Post by ∬: Felix Odegaard on May 28, 2009 21:50:35 GMT
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OOC: Sorry, really awkward post
“Alright men, make it count!” Felix yelled with a quick laugh before tugging on the base of the large wooden pole that marked the end of Germany and the beginning of Poland. It came out of the large wooden hole bore into the posts holding the barrier up easily, the six Waffen-SS privates lined up along it pulled it out of the other end, and just like that, the invasion of Poland had commenced for the small squad of Aryan soldiers. They tossed the red-and-white striped beam into the roadside ditch, the small flag portraying the Polish eagle breaking off and soiling in the damp grass. Corporal Windkloppel, who was quite the aristocratic gentleman and had excused himself from such festive activities, looked on at the troopers and smiled. Felix brushed a speck of damp dirt from his tunic and then kneeled down next to Dämon, the squad’s K-9 unit and beamed. Felix admired the majestic beast, it’s black and brown fur cascading down its muscular body. The German Shepard had been trained thoroughly, taught to do whatever the SS men said and quickly sniff out anything out of the ordinary. Part of its training was also to maul fleeing enemies, and Felix wanted to see its sharp, pointed white teeth in action. He grabbed the dogs leather leash and stood up after giving the animal a quick scratch behind the ears, painting a more serious face on his demeanor. “Come on, soldiers! We can’t just sit here all day and let the Wehrmacht get all the glory!” Felix shouted, and the SS men quickly stood at attention.
Odegaard had waited for this day since his childhood. To have vengeance on the worthless English rats that had blown his uncle to bits. He suddenly forgot all of the joyous thoughts that had clouded his mind during the barrier breaking and focused on the slate-cold motion behind the attack. To kill for Germany. To conquer for Germany. His icy blue eyes became fixed on the long paved road winding up through the Polish city of Westerplatt, flanked by Corporal Caesar Windkloppel, who had just as dark thoughts on his mind as he struggled to restrain the K-9, and six SS soldiers, Karbiner 98k rifles strapped to their backs or clutched in their hands. Their mission was simple. They must attack a region of Westerplatt nicknamed “The Polish Reichstag”, a large political center protecting a Polish radio tower.
The tower was their main objective, for without the communication from the collection of radios and transmitters the city of Westerplatt would have no contact with the main Polish army, and would quickly fall to the invading Nazi forces. Unfortunately for the Germans, the radio tower was guarded by a small force of veteran English soldiers, according to intelligence reports. Felix and his men would be aided by a trusted German NCO by the name of Fuchs, who was bringing quite the force to match the Britons guarding the Polish tower. “Soldiers! Fan out behind that cluster of buildings! We must wait for Herr Fuchs!” Felix ordered, and the Waffen-SS soldiers gathered behind the shops to wait for their ally to arrive.
OOC: Sorry, really awkward post
“Alright men, make it count!” Felix yelled with a quick laugh before tugging on the base of the large wooden pole that marked the end of Germany and the beginning of Poland. It came out of the large wooden hole bore into the posts holding the barrier up easily, the six Waffen-SS privates lined up along it pulled it out of the other end, and just like that, the invasion of Poland had commenced for the small squad of Aryan soldiers. They tossed the red-and-white striped beam into the roadside ditch, the small flag portraying the Polish eagle breaking off and soiling in the damp grass. Corporal Windkloppel, who was quite the aristocratic gentleman and had excused himself from such festive activities, looked on at the troopers and smiled. Felix brushed a speck of damp dirt from his tunic and then kneeled down next to Dämon, the squad’s K-9 unit and beamed. Felix admired the majestic beast, it’s black and brown fur cascading down its muscular body. The German Shepard had been trained thoroughly, taught to do whatever the SS men said and quickly sniff out anything out of the ordinary. Part of its training was also to maul fleeing enemies, and Felix wanted to see its sharp, pointed white teeth in action. He grabbed the dogs leather leash and stood up after giving the animal a quick scratch behind the ears, painting a more serious face on his demeanor. “Come on, soldiers! We can’t just sit here all day and let the Wehrmacht get all the glory!” Felix shouted, and the SS men quickly stood at attention.
Odegaard had waited for this day since his childhood. To have vengeance on the worthless English rats that had blown his uncle to bits. He suddenly forgot all of the joyous thoughts that had clouded his mind during the barrier breaking and focused on the slate-cold motion behind the attack. To kill for Germany. To conquer for Germany. His icy blue eyes became fixed on the long paved road winding up through the Polish city of Westerplatt, flanked by Corporal Caesar Windkloppel, who had just as dark thoughts on his mind as he struggled to restrain the K-9, and six SS soldiers, Karbiner 98k rifles strapped to their backs or clutched in their hands. Their mission was simple. They must attack a region of Westerplatt nicknamed “The Polish Reichstag”, a large political center protecting a Polish radio tower.
The tower was their main objective, for without the communication from the collection of radios and transmitters the city of Westerplatt would have no contact with the main Polish army, and would quickly fall to the invading Nazi forces. Unfortunately for the Germans, the radio tower was guarded by a small force of veteran English soldiers, according to intelligence reports. Felix and his men would be aided by a trusted German NCO by the name of Fuchs, who was bringing quite the force to match the Britons guarding the Polish tower. “Soldiers! Fan out behind that cluster of buildings! We must wait for Herr Fuchs!” Felix ordered, and the Waffen-SS soldiers gathered behind the shops to wait for their ally to arrive.
