Operation Market-Missing the Causeway

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Introductory Posts (Neutral/Hostile): Neutral
Location (Board and Sub-Board): Occupied France and Lowlands-Arnhem,Eindhoven, and Nijmegan
Time of Day (24 Hour Clock): 1300 hrs
Current Weather Conditions: Crisp, Autumn day-60 degrees Fahrenheit

Posting Order: Schneider, Speirs , Luther, Seacoal

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Axis Men:

S= With Schneider L= With Luther

- NPC: SGT. Hans Ebert (S)
- NPC: CORP. Ferdinand Frankfurter (L)
- NPC: Radioman Adam Faust (L)
- NPC: Engineer: Kirk D. Slägener (S)

- NPC: Heimlich Abt (L)
- NPC: Erwin Dresner (L)
- NPC: Edmund Beike (L)
- NPC: Gerhard Weimann (L)
- NPC: Gerwulf Bergstein (L)
- NPC: Benedikt Holtzman (S)
- NPC: Christian Bosch (S)
- NPC: Heinrich Adler (S)
- NPC: Anton Jager (S)
- NPC: Kevin Burkart (S)

Edit: PuNk wanted a color key for the Axis. Here it is.

Red: Schneider
Black: Privates
Gray: Sergeant
Green: Engineer
Blue: Luther
Teal : Corporal
Brown: Radioman

The calm before the storm was almost unnerving to the rookie soldier, but Schneider had seen his fair share of war. He was patiently crouched over a map of the area, which included the American emplacements, and was scribbling on it during a pre-battle briefing. It was almost completely silent on both sides of the battlefield, the only sign of life being the faint sounds of pencil on paper, the sweeping sound of the windmill, and distant murmurs of voices. Sergeant Hans Ebert and Engineer Kirk D. Slägener stood behind him looking over his back to overhear the battle plans. As he added the finishing touches to the map, he glanced over his left shoulder to Ebert who only nodded and left the windmill.

Schneider methodically folded the map until it was the size of a pocket and jammed it into the front cover of his miniature breast pocket bible. Over the years, it had grown to be an average procedure for the Lieutenant, who almost felt like God was looking over his battle plan and blessing it. It was that and the fact that it could protect from any bullet ricochets. It was better safe than sorry.

A few seconds later, Sergeant Ebert returned silently to make sure he wasn't spotted by any of the trench-dwelling Americans. He had gone around back to inform the five privates making up the German squad of the plan. Privates Holtzman, Bosch, Adler, Jager, and Bukart were assembled out behind the windmill to conceal themselves from the enemies view. It wouldn't be long before they saw action, whether it be from the cover of their trench or trees. The gentle calm would pass over and bring a storm of bullets and blood.

Lifting his helmet off of the windmills dirty floor, he pulled it down over his head and adjusted its position until it was just right. Examining the fine piece of weaponry laid upon a stack of boxes before him, he checked to see if his Stg44 was in prime condition for a firefight and verify that the safety was on. He swung the advanced weaponry over his shoulder, proud he was one of the honored soldiers of the Fuhrer to gain the ability to use the technological Aryan feat in battle. Far to superior to any of the Allied's petty weapons, the glorious German race had achieved the first Assault Rifle ideal for both close and long range. He admired the 11 pound weapon like it was child, which it had earned the right after serving him so well for so long.

Strutting over to the trance of the windmill, the Oberstumfuhrer raised his right hand in clear view of a German soldier across the way and gave him a thumbs up. It would be hard to communicate with Luther's squad, but if necessary they would always be able to use hand signals and runners. He found a beaming smile overtake him as he looked out across the battlefield, finally being able to show the Allied scum why Germans were so much superior mentally and physically.

[rspeirs]

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Black-Private
Orange-MG Team
Red-Radioman
Blue-Speirs

The roaring engines of the C-47 rendered any noise inaudible upon the glider which it toed over the Dutch skies. It was a beautiful day in the small, rural, European country, around 60 degrees farenheit with a nice, crisp, autumn wind whispering through the air. The larch trees, which were endemic to Holland as well as mainland Europe, were beginning to shed their leaves, as they did annually in fall. The pigments of red, orange, and yellow painted a beautiful scene aboard the Glider, yet it did not seem to faze any aboard. For Speirs, this was do to nerves. This was the first full scale invasion in which he took part. He was training during the Normandy invasion, yet by the time the Allies had achieved victory at Carentan, he was on a ship to England. Market Garden would be his first endeavor. He had plenty of time to think about how he would act; what his squadron would have to do to achieve victory. He lost many hours of sleep the night prior stressing over every minute detail. Now, he was here, ready for the battle.

As the C-47 neared the drop zone, the inhabitants of the glider became restless. Hartstock, who sat behind Speirs, grabbed a gold rosary, which had immaculate shades of red added in, and began to pray, saying “Poor banished children of Eden, to thee do we cry.” The new comers, the green recruits, as veterans like Speirs would call them, seemed unnerved, stricken by trepidation. Even a voracious young man like Gary Jasper seemed sullen aboard the Glider.

Then, the pilot of the C-47 released the tow line, allowing the glider to gently list toward the ground. As the glider descended, these worries seemingly passed away for most of the men, yet for Speirs, it only seemed to deepen his anxiety. A knot seemed to form in the 1st Sergeants throat as the glider neared a windmill, which Speirs knew could conceal German 88s. He breathed a sigh of relief however, when a Spitfire flew by it, unleashing a volley of fire, destroying the windmill and the potential threat of the Axis 88.

The glider touched down in a small pasture, which was inhabited by a few cattle, voraciously grazing upon the long grasses and weeds. Speirs unhitched the door to the glider and quickly ran out. Falling to his knee, Speirs motion for the rest of the squad to exit the glider. Molding his hand into a fist, Speirs quickly swung the hand behind him, ordering his men into a wedge formation. He turned to them, placing a map over the luxuriant grass, and pointed to a point on the map, saying in a whisper, which was hardly audible. “Alright boys, we move to the East. We are to rendezvous with another squad, which is coming from the West.” He pointed to the rendezvous point, which was near a trench in the shape of a T. “The Axis knows we are coming, so we need to stay frosty, taking even the slightest movement as a threat.” Speirs pointed to another spot on the map. “This is our objective. This road enters the city of Eindhoven. If captured, we will cut off one of four major causeways, thus helping to cripple the Krauts. I do expect however, heavy resistance from veteran troops.” From the back of the formation, Jasper spoke up, saying arrogantly “Ah, we beat those Kraut’s in Montpellier, damn it, we can do it again in Holland.” Speirs eyes shot a glance at Jasper. The 1st Sergeant spoke, rebuking Jasper, saying, “You beat back a Finnish squad which had lost the will to fight. We are fighting the Shutzstaffel. Those Kraut bastards are raised from birth to adore Hitler. They will fight to the death, and take each and everyone of you with them if you fight with that attitude. Now lets move out, we must rendezvous with 2nd Squadron. Randleman, you got point. Speirs fell back into formation, with the burly blonde man, Randleman taking his position at point. Bull was a tall, menacing figure, and if anyone was to beat back those Krauts, Speirs thought, it would be him. Speirs wasn’t so sure how Julian and Heffron would do in battle, yet he knew that Randleman would go far, and he was eager to see how he would do in war.

After ten minutes of walking, the squad came across a trench. Randleman shot his fist straight into the air, ordering the squad to stop. He then opened his palm and moved his palm downward, telling the squad to crouch. He surveyed the area with a discerning glance, much like a hawk. He saw the trench was clear, and motioned with his fist for the men to take the trench. Speirs took the initiative and arrived first in the trench. Heffron, the man who wielded the 30 Cal Machine Gun, walked up to Speirs, and whispered “Where is that second squad?” Speirs surveyed the ground before answering, whispering “I don’t know. Damn good ground though. Heffron, Julian, you are our left flank right now. Move to the left side of the trench, watch diligently for Kraut activity. If they come, they are going to want to flank us from the left. Hartstock, Jasper, you take up positions in the front of the trench. Randleman, Blithe, you two stay back, guard the right flank. You,” Speirs pointed at the transfer who held radioequipment, saying “Stay back. You’re far too valuable to us. I will be in the middle of the fray, relaying orders while waiting for Second Squad.” Speirs nodded in affirmation of his plan, giving a point of the finger, telling his men to move to the designated positions. “Where the hell is second squad?” Speirs muttered to himself fearful of facing a Kraut Platoon with only seven men. He didn’t want a hopeless battle. In that regard, he wasn’t like a more headstrong individual like Patton, who longed for the odds to be stacked against him. Speirs was totally different than someone like Patton; he was more defensive than the illustrious tank commander.

“They better get here soon. The Krauts might take the initiative and attack, in which case, my left flank will ultimately fall.” Speirs muttered with apprehension, taking the safety off of his M1A1 Thompson. Checking over his equipment one last time, Speirs saw everything was in place. Now, only the anxiety of a prolonged silence could haunt Speirs.

[William Luther]

Axis Men:
Displayed as circles:
Schneider: red
Luther: blue

S= With Schneider L= With Luther

- NPC: SGT. Hans Ebert (S): Green
- NPC: CORP. Ferdinand Frankfurter (L): Teal
- NPC: Radioman Adam Faust (L) Brown
- NPC: Engineer: Kirk D. Slägener (S) Grey

- NPC: Heimlich Abt (L) Black (all)
- NPC: Erwin Dresner (L)
- NPC: Edmund Beike (L)
- NPC: Gerhard Weimann (L)
- NPC: Gerwulf Bergstein (L)
- NPC: Benedikt Holtzman (S)
- NPC: Christian Bosch (S)
- NPC: Heinrich Adler (S)
- NPC: Anton Jager (S)
- NPC: Kevin Burkart (S)

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Holland was meant to be a nice place. Canals, good food, calm and away from the frontline, a nice rest for the hardened soldiers of the SS, surely? Or not, those inconsiderate Allied scumbags had decided to take the opportunity for a nice wee airborne operation, so it was weapons out for William Luther and his men.

And now, he was in the overgrown grass behind a Dutch barn, making discreet hand signals for his men, getting them to spread out and get low. He raised himself slightly, and peered around the corner raising his binoculars and sneakily casting an eye over the enemy positions, murmuring quietly to his guys so they knew roughly what they were against. They all nodded acknowledgements as Luther came back around, and pulled his StG44 into his hands after tucking away his binoculars inside his shirt. He checked the assault rifle was cocked, and let his hand fly around his body, checking that one knife was firm on his belt, the other tucked in to his boot, the flap over his pistol was secure and that his various grenades wouldn’t fall off.

He looked down his line, giving a thumbs-up with raised eyebrows and one by one they emulated once they were sure they were ready for a fight. He turned to Schneider and gave another thumb up, with a nod. It was nice to have somebody of higher rank for once, now he didn’t need to worry so much about tactics but could get in to the bloodshed, and if things messed up, he wouldn’t get the blame. France hadn’t boded too well.

He took a final look at the radioman, and signalled for him to remove the heavy piece of machinery. He would stay behind, and keep base informed of constant information in case support was needed, and do what necessary to make sure a constant signal was there. In the lowlands, their wasn’t much to screw it up, but it could happen.

[Cpl. Seth Seacoal]

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I'm teal, my men are bright green.


Corporal Seth Seacoal of the 3rd Infantry division sat on the hard side bench of the C-47 glider, silent in his immense fear. It was the green Corporal’s first battle, and the poor young man was scared out of his wits. He clutched his Grease gun close to his chest, moving rapidly due to his erratic breathing. His Privates were just as nervous, their fear drowned by the massive roar of the glider’s engines. Private Edgar Plumb silently sobbed, a single tear falling down his pale face. Derrick Wells, the most courageous soldier in the squad, shot and elbow into Plumb’s ribcage, his pitiful cries ceasing. Seth shot an aggravated glance at the two Privates, and they hushed, focusing their stares at their M1-Garands.

Seth could pay no attention to the landscape outside the window, as he was focusing his whole mind on the mission at hand. He and another group of men, led by 1st Sergeant Speirs, would land in Holland, attempting to cripple the Nazi defense in a small causeway and helping get the main Market Garden invasion through the German defenses. At this moment in time, Corporal Seacoal wasn’t worrying as much about the whole operation; the man felt that the actual engagement was what mattered at this moment. Leave the plans to the officers. Seth was a frontline soldier, so he thought it would be good to keep it that way. At least for the time being.

Seth was jolted from his thoughts as the glider began to descend, the quick drop in air pressure popping the Corporal’s ears. Edgar vomited all over Derrick, who quickly pushed the nervous private and balled his hand into a fist. Seth stared at them, shouted something obscene, but none of them could make it out due to the engines. If it had not been for the tight seatbelts, Seth would have jumped up and started lecturing the two privates.

As the large glider touched down, jolting its occupants every which way. As soon as the glider touched down, Seth unfastened his buckle, hopped up from his seat, and quickly threw open the door and motioned for his squad to exit the craft. They jumped down one by one, boots thumping hard on the ground. They walked for about a quarter of a hour, until coming upon the position where 1st Sergeant Speirs and his men were waiting. Seth nodded to them, and pointed to the sturdy looking bunker to the left of their trench. The Corporal then led his squad over, entering its stone walls and setting up a sturdy position within the blockhouse.


They were ready for the worst Nazi Germany could throw at them.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Edit: ****. I put the wrong map up. I put the one that I sent to Nate as a general plan, but I changed it after wards by having the smoke grenader move into the trench and one of the Privates move up top of the windmill.

Battle Map: img98.imageshack.us/img98/7361/market01.jpg

Clean Map: img27.imageshack.us/my.php?image=market02.jpg (Used the smoke towards the end of the post to make it last through most of Ryan's post)

Sergeant Hans Ebert felt a firm palm enclose on his shoulder for a split second before vanishing. At his feet were a frag grenade and smoke grenade, courtesy of his Lieutenant. Instinctively, he popped up from his position and silently made his way out to the rear of the windmill, making sure not to be seen. The eager privates took one glance at him and all went their separate ways. He distributed the two grenades to their recipients before disappearing into the trees. Bosch and Jager quickly vanished through the tree line with their Sergeant before taking up positions with him in the trench. They were being held in reserve for the time being. For any reason, should the fecal matter hit the fan, they would be there to move up or cover the men moving back. Trying to glance in between trees to attempt a shot, they realized it was futile, and merely crouched down below the trench until they were needed.

Holtzmann, who was on the far right of the windmill, skimmed across the right side before arriving at his destination. An enormous tree that was about 3 times as tall as him. The width of it was big enough for him to crouch down and hide behind it, certain the MG wouldn't be able to see him with about 4 trees of the same height blocking view of the young private. He popped the smoke grenade off from his jacket, but wasn't going to use it any time soon.

At the same time, Adler clipped the frag grenade to his belt and vanished around the left edge of the windmill. Bukart followed after Holtzmann, but moved into the windmill. With increased activity around the windmill, the men were crossing their fingers that the MG team hadn't spotted them. But the necessary precautions were taken. Everyone was hiding out of view of the MG team, except for Adler who was charging now. The MG in the eastern trench couldn't turn to hit the man and if it could, the trees were blocking all view of him. The men in the forward trench area were too far back to see over the top of the trench or even get a shot off at the man. Anyone else couldn't hit the man who was using the sparse trees as cover.

Using his momentum, Adler hopped over the small fence. The cap on the grenade had been unscrewed and all that was left was to pull the small porcelain ball. Pulling down on it, it took about three seconds to reach a position behind another tree. He hurled it into the trench, right behind two unlucky Americans. Before it could even explode, he turned tail and ran. Everything was in position for the big fireworks display now. With the MG team practically out of commission and the other men surprised by a lone German who had practically appeared out of nowhere and still out of their sights, the rest of the men fulfilled their duties.

Schneider slid the western door of the windmill open and aimed his Stg44 out. He steadied it and began firing small bursts of 5 bullets towards the trench that connected to the bunker. The same sparse trees that blocked off shots to Adler blocked most of Schneider's shots, but the bullets were mainly for effect. When he emptied half the magazine, he lit up the trench. He sprayed the rest of his magazine towards the me and bunker. The line of soldiers in the bunker couldn't turn and aim all the way out of the small opening to hit the Lieutenant, who quickly slid the door closed and got down into cover behind a few boxes. Up top, Bukart had climbed into position. As Schneider slid the door open and began firing, Bukart lined his sights up with the nearest man to the grenades. Should the two soldiers be wounded, no one was saving them. Being 35 feet above the ground and being able to look into the 5 foot trench, he aligned his sights necessarily. He aimed at the man's high torso, hoping to hit him the mid torso should the bullet drop. Releasing the bullet's shell with the bolt, he aligned another shot on the man who was furthest back. Doing the same, he fired on the man's high torso/pelvic area and fired a good shot. Once more, he fired a last shot at the fallen Sergeant at his mid-torso. When he fired off his last shot, he retreated from the small hole and took cover off the western side of the windmill.

Hearing Schneider's initial shots, Holtzmann waited. He hoped the limited range of the eastern trench and the trees blocking their view on the windmill (which were almost as tall as the windmill) would defend from most of the bullets. As the firing dwindled, he pulled the pin and tossed the smoke grenade. On average, a soldier could throw it 30 meters. But that wasn't necessary. The grenade found its mark and would begin to cover about 15 meters in 5 seconds and last for over a minute. By now, Adler had safely retreated back into the windmill to rest and recover. With Holtzmann's duties accomplished, the private also pulled back and retreated to the trench with his comrades. Everyone in the windmill took cover behind whatever they could to ensure that they wouldn't get hit. The battle had just begun.

OOC: Sorry for a bit of clutter in the movements. The area is pretty small and I moved quite a bit. Basically,

1. The Sergeant moves into the trench with the 2 privates. Holtzmann slowly gets into a concealed position behind the tree. Adler starts to move up around the windmill. Bukart gets into the windmill and starts climbing.

2. Due to the rather poor firing positions on the Americans, I expect most of their shots will be blocked off due to the big trees. Adler uses this to his advantage in his rush.

3. Adler hops the fence, shortly cooks the nade, tosses it between the privates, and gets out.

4 As the nade lands, Schneider leans out a bit of the windmill and starts firing towards the bunker area to scare the men over there.

5. Bukart fires his 3 shots before retreating back. Most would have a hard time hitting him due to his 35 feet high position and small slot he is firing from. Adler gets back in the windmill.

6. The fire draws towards an end as Holtzmann tosses his nade and runs towards his trench. The end.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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Mmkay, in future Erik if you’re doing a lot of moves at once, try and stay in character to a degree and ‘watch’ the events unfolding. Rather then control every NPC character every two seconds, can get highly confusing. Whereas if you’re observing everything from your character or even perform the actions character by character, it would make it a lot more simpler to follower. Rather then reading a sentence or two in each paragraph, trying to keep up with one person’s actions throughout. Can be a bugger to follow!

Schneider & NPC’s Actions:

*I read that you gave out two grenades, can you purchase a second if so please*

*You also failed to observe the area ‘beyond’ the windmill, so assuming you see/know where enemy units are can be a big downfall - You didn’t even climb up the windmill to begin with and have information on enemy locations relayed to you below; So I failed to see how you know of the enemy locations without observing the territory?*

• PVT. Adler:
  ~ Adler’s anxiety churned within his stomach, after being given the marching orders to toss a grenade into the enemy trench up-front. Not knowing whether there was one, two or even six soldiers lurking within the trench, Adler barely made it to the fence, before giving away his position as his jackboots thumped against the wood heavily, making a complete mockery of being quiet.
  
  Alerted, the two soldiers within the trench perked their heads up, already facing towards the North and watched as a German tunic came waltzing up to the tree; “KRAUT!”

[/b] one of the American soldiers bellowed out, alerting the entire Allied frontline almost immediately.

Adler hesitantly jumped behind the tree as both soldiers began popping of rounds from their M1 Garands towards the German soldier, completely pinned behind the three. Using their common sense, the American soldiers kept on their toes, knowing a lonesome advancing figure could mean a suicide run; Thankfully for them, the MG barely took a minute’s notice to help suppress the situation further.

The 30.Cal roared into life, as the two gun-totting wielders of the gunnery began making cowboy noises, enthralled by the thought of shooting some Germans. (Make sure you control these guys Speirs).

- Adler yelped in sheer pain as dozens of rounds from the spraying 30.Cal cut him out from behind the tree, ripping through his torso and even knocking his helmet off in the process, as bullets delved through the man’s body and to make matters worse, he didn’t even manage to throw his grenade, as it exploded shortly after being knocked out from behind the tree from the 30.cal; Blowing half of his torso apart in the process.

** Bad tactics on this move Erik, you sent a man up front without no direct supporting cover and no observation of the enemy placements. You would have been better launching the grenade from out of the top window? **

** Speirs, you have a cocky MG team; Control them before they waste expend your ammo’ or overheat the MG pointlessly **

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[/li][li]Lt. Schneider:
~ Leaning out from cover and spraying suppressive fire towards the bunker has been bit of a double edged-sword. The units within the bunker have been distracted, but have also been alerted to the windmill being occupied; Popping off a few shots in retaliation, none of them hitting anything in general.

~ Schneider’s suppressive fire was purely suppressive ever so slightly, no injuries were incurred, but rather than being suppressive, Schneider has distracted the bunker’s units away from the Western-Flank momentarily. So any moves made by Luther may go unnoticed within his post.

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[/li][li]PVT. Bukart:
~ Shooting from above, Bukart’s shots were quite accurate under the commotion unravelling below, successfully hitting one of the American soldiers within the trench, directly through the chest.

The bullet has broken and lodged against the American soldier’s ribcage, knocking him from off his feet as the bone crunching shatter erupted the moment the rifle round struck the man down. The next bullet narrowly missed the fellow American soldier lingering close by, failing to make another shot at the two soldiers in the trench, Bukart changed his aim to another figure in the distance? A pointless move, as by now, the man had taken cover the moment Krauts were shouted.

~ Retreating back into the windmill, Bukart is safe.

**One American soldier is critically wounded in the chest and ‘out of action’**

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[/li][li] PVT. Holtzmann:
~ Lastly, the smoke grenade was deployed…
Why the smoke had been deployed at the end, was beyond anyone’s guess, as immediately, the Americans cocked their rifles and began firing through the smoke, expecting an enemy advance through the fog of war.

~ The smoke has concealed the windmill from any participants on the Eastern-Flank, but more than anything, the smoke has fooled the Americans into expecting an enemy advance. Causing a couple of soldiers to stop shooting and reach for their bayonets, worryingly attaching them to their rifles quickly.

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End Report:
- 1 Axis casualty; Foolish move. You could have used the height advantage of the windmill to throw a grenade into the trench, rather then risk a unit in the open, who had to even climb a fence hoping to not be detected.

- 1 Allied wounded; Critical. Chest wound.
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D = Dead
W = Wounded
MG Red-Lines = Line of Fire

(No shots made by other infantry units have been displayed, to keep the map clean)

~Danny[/color]

[rspeirs]

Battle Map (Confusing, so refer to the recap of the moves made)
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Black line-Movement
Red Line-Fire
Orange Line-Grenade Throw
Blue Line-Withdrawl (2nd Movement after throwing grenade)



Suddenly, fire seemed to break out from all directions, sending Speir’s boys ducking for cover. Ron hollered out, frustrated, saying “Shit, Shit, Shit! We fell right into their goddamned trap!” Speirs, who was clenching his teeth tightly, grasped his helmet, waiting for an opening to make a move. As the men were trying to avoid the rounds however, one of Speirs’ men, Gary Jasper, noticed a dark silhouette moving through the trees. He pointed toward the location, shouting vehemently “Kraut! Kraut! Kraut! Kill the bastard!” With that, Blithe and Jasper stood straight up, moved their M1 Rear Sight Apertures to their eyes and began to fire off rounds. Heffron and Julian picked up on this movement too, releasing around fifty rounds in the direction of the tree, killing the Kraut. Heffron shouted wildly, “Yah, take that you stupid ass Kraut! Bing Bang Boom!” Julian, his partner, reiterated those words. Speirs shot a glance over at the two privates, saying sharply “Nice shot you two, but don’t get cocky. You get cocky, and trust me, you will get killed.” Just as he turned back however, Speirs saw a muzzle flash come from inside the windmill. Before Ron could react, a stream of blood was flowing freely from Blithe’s upper chest. A Kar98K round was fired, breaking the soldier’s clavicle and moving puncturing both the lung and the diaphragm. Speirs looked on, angered, muttering “The kid didn’t even have a chance.” Before Speirs could say anything else, a smoke screen appeared on the right flank. Speirs, believing this was a flanking maneuver, screamed to his men “They are trying to flank us!” After those words, Speirs unclipped a smoke canister from his belt. He walked forward two steps, kneeling down, trying to conceal himself. He then moved quickly upward, pulling the pin as he went. At the peak of this upward movement, Speirs threw the smoke canister, trying to mask the trench from the view of the sniper of any other Kraut who was at the center of the line.

Speirs then shot a look to the radioman. He pointed to him and then signaled him to enter the bunker. Ron then pointed to Jasper, Randleman, and Hartstock. Rotating his index finger in a circle, Speirs signaled the men to rally on him. Speirs then crouched and ran to the MG position. Speirs turned to the three men, who waited anxiously behind him, saying “We are going to flank those Kraut bastards before they even know what the hell hit them. I saw muzzle flashes everywhere during that firefight. Some came from that copse of trees to the North. I believe there is a strong Kraut position there, so will move to take out that position. Let’s aim to disconcert those bastards. MG Team,” Speirs turned to Julian and Heffron, saying “Fire everything you got through that smoke screen toward that windmill. I want that position suppressed, damn it. The rest of you, on me; Let’s move Fox Company!” Once Speirs exited the trench, Heffron and Julian unloaded the 30 Cal MG on the SS Position in the Windmill.

Speirs’ and his three men moved as quickly as they could to a four foot pickett fence, which stood at the southern façade of a farmhouse. The men quickly hopped it. Speirs then lifted his fist in the air, ordering his men to hold their present position. Just to make sure his men were no easy target to hit, he told them to crouch. Quickly surveying the area, Speirs ordered his men into the Southern entrance of the farmhouse. “Jasper, you take that Eastern window, which overlooks the Windmill. If you see the slightest movement, fire.” Speirs ordered in a whisper. “Hartstock” The 1st Sergeant whispered. “Take this grenade. On my signal, run as fast and as hard as you can to that tree line. If you see anything in that trench, throw the grenade, wipe them out.” Speirs then turned to Randleman, whispering “Randleman, you are with me. Fire at that copse of trees, suppress the Krauts. Let’s move!”

With that, Speirs cracked the Northern door, letting out five rounds of fire from his Thomson toward the trench. He then opened the door completely and kneeled down, spraying anything he saw toward the east, trying desperately to suppress anything which may hinder his plan. Randleman too, opened the other door opened fire on the trench from the door. While these two were doing this, Hartstock used all of his stored adrenaline and charged between them to the copse of trees. After he was behind the trees, the private discreetly moved along the southern façade. Hartstock stopped at the edge of the bunker so his body was not hanging outward. He took the grenade, which hung on his belt. Hartstock put it in his left hand and pulled the safety down and then pulled the pin, holding the grenade for two seconds. Hartstock then pivoted on his left foot, swinging his right shoulder so he was facing the east. He used all his might, trying to get the grenade to land in the middle of the men. He then moved with a discerning eye back to the edge of the bunker, waiting for the explosion.

Speirs changed his magazine and then continued to spray the enemy, hoping, praying that his plan would be a success.



Confusing Move, so here is a recap
1.Speirs throws smoke canister at Kraut Center, Radio Man moves into bunker
2. MG Team opens fire in hopes of supressing the windmill
3 Speirs' small contigency of men moves across the field to the farmhouse, Jasper takes up residency in window
4. Speirs, Randleman open doors, Speirs initially fires at the trench but changes focus and sprays east while Randleman supresses trench
5. While the Krauts are supressed, Hartstock moves along bunker, pulls the pin off a grenade, cooks it for two seconds, and throws it into the trench.

Please don't edit your post - I'll mod mark tomorrow!
~Danny

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

I’ve had a long think about this mod-mark, but I’ve come to a final decision and I hope you understand my reasoning behind this Speirs; If I didn’t mod’ this outcome, then what would be the point of suppressive fire or using tactical thinking? When you can just ignore all the facts and do whatever.

Such as; What would be the point of laying down suppressive fire, the mod-marker proclaiming those units are suppressed and then the next moment, those units aren’t pinned, but moving freely?

So I hope you understand my reasoning behind your failed attempt to launch a direct assault and flanking procedure. You may have created the map or added/read the finer details of the terrain, but please do not discard the finer details of my mod-marks and should you require a further explanation or rundown of my judgement for actions performed - don’t hesitate to request it. Even if it’s down to how many rounds certain units spent or injuries incurred by units for example.

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1st SGT. Speirs:

• Successfully pet talking the machine-gunnery team, the two men nodded and eagerly sped their eyes up front, awaiting to see if anymore Krauts popped out of the woodwork.
  
  
• Throwing the smoke canister, the canister clacked and popped, before sizzling loudly and dispensing a heavy white smouldering plume of smoke to the ‘already’ smoked atmosphere upfront, from the German smoke canister.
  
  - The men pulled a worried look to the manoeuvre, completely confused as to why their senior sergeant added an even thicker cloud of smog to the battlefield. The men already thinking a German advance is imminent upon their positions.
  
  - Consequently, Morale has dropped further.
  
  
• Rallying on First-Sergeant Speirs; The men worriedly exchanged looks and clutched at their M1 Garands tightly, needing to hear their plan of action immediately.
  
  - Upon the orders of being told to advance/attack, the men merely shook their heads and worriedly glanced up to the battlefield, frightened, more so being told they were about to run straight into an enemy advance!?
  
  (As I’ve mentioned in my previous mod-mark, the men are thinking the enemy are about to advance through the smoke being deployed at an uncannily belated time. Making them think the Germans are about to take up close proximity positions or attempt an immediate push to dislodge your positions before you can dig in. Remember, the Americans have just arrived on the battlefield, for all you & your men know, the Germans have been dug-in for days!? They aren’t about to wait around for the Americans to dig-in, to then try and dislodge later. So instinctively, your men Speirs, are thinking the Germans aren’t going to wait around to remove your presence)
  
  - “Hell no Sergeant!” one of the men cried out, causing the other two men to follow a similar suit. “I’m not going on any suicide mission! Those Krauts are directly on the other side of that smoke!”

[/I] the men differed to their First-Sergeant, telling him straight and almost making a stand for themselves.

- Because of this, your assault has failed, due to confused/low morale units beneath your command.
- You have failed to set up a sturdy line or even acknowledge enemy placements (with your binoculars) to reassure or even plan amongst your men. You’ve proven to be quite the dictator and the men are not trusting you.

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[/li][li] Wounded Soldier:
- Abandoned and left for dead, your men have witnessed no attempts to save this soldier (under no suppressive fire; Could’ve been dragged back) and their morale has taken yet another beating, particularly when the wounded soldier is still conscious and crying out for help; Coughing and spluttering every now and again, his hoarse moans a sheer morale boost for the enemy, but a complete morale killer for the Americans.

- If this unit goes untreated for another round or two, he will pass unconscious.
- Remember; If your men witness no value to human-life, they will have a major decrease in morale and lesser respect for you Speirs. Meaning they’ll feel pushed to do their own thing during battle, rather then follow your orders. Which could result in insubordination, something you don’t wish to be dealing with on the battlefield.

- So correct your mistakes and get your men’s trust back. I can’t tell you how, but don’t be so brash or bold with your judgements and take note of the mod-mark’s finer details when morale/suppressive fire even is considered.

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MG Team:
- Lastly, the MG team have decided to take matters upon themselves after witnessing the embarrassing mutiny/insubordination put up against their First-Sergeant and laid down a volley of suppressive fire towards the windmill’s general direction and off into the smoke, should any German units be lurking to advance or take up closer positions. Knowing fully well, that if a cease fire from their MG for too long, could result in encouraging the enemy to initiate a bold attack.

- The 30. Cal’s rounds did indeed act as a constant reminder to the German occupants within the windmill and surrounding area, as the bullets shaped holes into the wooden structure of the windmill and blew splinters Hayward from within.

- No casualties have been incurred / The German occupants of the windmill have been slightly suppressed, but nothing critical.

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~Danny[/color]

[William Luther]

Luther carefully looked around the corner of building and smiled. Could this be going any better? The Americans were stuck in their trench, half blind and Luther hadn’t been noticed. Once slight problem, though. That bunker looked like it would be a pain, and the whole Western half of the trench closed up because of it. Then again, this may not be so bad.

”OK, listen up this is the plan. We’re going to put some smoke in front of that bunker. I want you guys to put suppression on it, Corporal you lead. I’ll get to that bunker, and put a grenade in. As soon as I enter the smoke, cease fire. The last thing I want is one of you to shoot me! I’ll whistle once the job is complete, I want you guys to charge and make some noise. Enter the trench from the Eastern side, OK? I’ll cover your advance. We’ve got one shot at this, but if we pull it off we’ve won this skirmish. Beers on me when we’re back in Arnhem.” There were a few smiles at that and Luther got a few pats on the back. He let his StG44 hang on it’s sling before twisting it on to his back and cinching the metal clasp to make it tight, ensuring it would slip while running. He tapped his gear, two stick grenades and a smoke. Just what he needed. He unclipped the smoke grenade and leant out; he pulled the clip out and threw it over arm. It was an easy shot, the Hitler Youth had to throw a ball about that distance, the grenade was about the same weight and he was a full grown man. He had aimed about central on the bunker so that the walls would force it spread out sideways to maximise the area. He began crawling along the rear of the building, drawing his pistol in one hand, just in case. He grabbed the arm of Pvt Abt. These two went way back, and Luther passed him one of the stick grenades. ”You’re with me. If I mess up, you need to finish the job, OK?”
“Sir.” Was the only reply, and it was all Luther wanted as they crouched at the edge of the building. The smoke had thickened now, and the window of bunker was blocked from view.
”Fire!”

Everybody behind the building smashed themselves a hole in the windows, or leant around the side and began firing. It wasn’t particularly accurate, they knew roughly where the target was, and that was about all. Instead, they were aiming more for volume of fire. If they did this right, the enemy could think there were twice as many of them, which would be handy. Frankfurter had a feeling they were already shit-scared, and this might push them over the edge. After a few seconds, the group of men at the windmill and in the trench opened fire as well, trying to cover the assault. They would’ve had no idea what was happening, but if that much fire was happening, then a bit more would have to help.

Luther and Abt began sprinting along the flank. A fence stood in their way, and Luther just vaulted it without breaking speed – it wasn’t that high. Abt took a slightly more clinical approach, slowing slightly, putting one leg on top and then leaping away. They had to move as fast as possible and their limbs pumped like mad as they made it across the open ground. Nobody besides their own men should see them, so they should be safe from accurate fire, and the MG was probably more occupied with the tracer flashing back and forth.

As they reached the smoke, the assault force took deep breaths before they threw themselves on to arms and knees, crawling forwards towards the concrete bunker. Fire stopped from Luther’s squad, but the windmill team kept firing, aiming towards the MG to hopefully draw all enemy guns. Reaching forward, they felt concrete, and both men flattened themselves against it. Luther made estimation and moved until he was about central, and pulled his grenade from his tunic. He untwisted the cap, smothering the sound with his body before pulling the porcelain ball. There was a five second fuse, and on three seconds left, he reached upwards and felt a sudden gap and pushed the grenade backwards, knocking it on to the floor of the bunker. The next part relied on luck; it had taken about one and a half second to do this, meaning there was about one and a half left. Luther flattened himself on the floor again, and began crawling along the ground westwards. He heard an explosion behind him and he smiled, not stopping until Abt and he had rounded the corner. They stopped for a breather, bringing rifles to bear before Luther whistled, a small melody starting high before dropping and then coming back up again.

Part 2:

Frankfurter heard the whistle and smiled. ”Bayonets! Faust, I want you to stay back, get a connection with base. Ask them to put some back-up in jeeps (Gero Fritz), but don’t send it yet. We may need them, may not, depends. Everybody else, lets make some noise!”

With bayonets fixed, the group stood up and began storming around either side of the building. Luther thought for a second before deciding what to do. ”Abt. Throw the grenade down the trench, try and get the MG team. I’ll make sure this bunker is empty.” He heard fire spark up from Schneider’s men, presumably covering them, and then a monumental roar from his squad. This should disorientate the enemy so much, a hole in their left flank, heavy fire from ahead and a bayonet charge. Luther plunged back in to the smoke until he found the bunker and just sprayed and prayed, emptying a whole magazine along the gap to cause maximum damage and finish off anybody that may be alive. He turned and ran back to the corner.

As Luther fired, Abt uncapped the grenade and yanked the ball, leaning around the corner and throwing with all his might down the trench towards the machine gun. He darted back behind cover to find Luther placing a hand on his shoulder, and nodding reassuredly at the Private, giving a smile as he reloaded. ”Lots of fire, Private. We need our guys to make it over in one piece.” Together, they leant around again, moving from target to target and getting as much fire down as possible on to them.

Meanwhile, the squad sprinted across the field. The fence would slow them down, but that had an easy solution. Private Weimann upped his pace slightly and just leapt on to the top of the fence, using his momentum to knock down a few meters of it. The rest of the guys carried on behind, just moving through the open ground as fast as possible. Fire was all around them, from Schneider, from Luther, and they were sure some was coming from the enemy, but that didn’t matter – they just had to move.

As they reached the trench they leapt in, and began doing that bayonet, thing, stabbing and slicing, shooting, anything to kill the enemy. Luther and Abt moved up, turning first to the bunker. They kicked the rear door in, and put a few bullets in to anything left in there to make sure nothing was going to sneak up their arses before coming back out in to the firefight.

OOC:

Hope you got all that. Ambitious, I know, but there’s no point in doing half the move, then sitting there while everybody else post just to get shot. If you didn’t get anything, just give me a bell . Anyway, maps:

Part 1:

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Part 2:

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[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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Very ambitious move, what ever happened to locking down and having a good fire-fight?

Luther:[/b]

• Throwing the smoke grenade (blindly?) from behind the building, the canister veered slightly off course and due to the long distance, with a height over length throw (over-arm throw, not a toss). The smoke canister landed short, but still in a fairly good position within the field.
  

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• Covering Fire ensued and the German soldiers (beneath Luther’s command, not Erik’s) fired through the building and out of the opposite window towards the smoke. The shattering of glass in the distance to the Americans stirred them up a little, but also made them realise that the enemy had only just infiltrated the building and not been dug-in already - where the windows would have been cleared prior.
  
  So it was a double edged sword effect. Feeling good knowing the enemy hadn’t dug in, but also worried, as the daunting thought of an advance/assault upon their position could ensue. Particularly when their vision was distorted by yet another smoke canister.
  

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• Vaguely suppressed by the German rifle shots, aimlessly cutting through the smoke and nicking holes in the bunker randomly, the American GI’s loaded their rifles and remained patient for any significant sound of a noise or physical appearance to appear through the fog of smoke. A few men popped rounds of aimlessly through the smoke, giving as good as they were getting, but the majority of the inhabitants remained silent and kept their rifles at arm’s length, with iron-sights.
  

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• Luther and Abt successfully clambered over the fence, but upon reaching the trees near the smoke, they abruptly realised the smoke hadn’t covered their advance entirely; during this moment, two American soldiers inhabiting the bunker spotted the black tunics quiet easily and began to pop off rounds from their M1 Garands towards Luther and Abt’s position.
  
  “WANT SOME JERRY!?”

[/b] was amongst one of the goading cries within the bunker, as the men began to get enthralled with a blood-thirst from shooting their rifles.

(You may think I’m portraying the Americans to be a wild bunch, but with semi-auto rifles and a very thin support of NCOs amongst your ranks, the men are doing what they feels right and that‘s shooting loads)

~ I know you haven’t had a chance to post yet Seth, but you’re the only ranking NCO in the bunker, try to lead them and give orders, as they’re beginning to expend ammo and get riled up.

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[/li][li] Luther and Abt immediately fell to the ground the moment they realised they were comprised by the bunker of American rifleman (no MG fire coming from within) and quickly crawled to what nearby cover they could - a tree.

Abt shrieked in pain as a bullet cut through his shoulder and then a proceeding bullet deafening him as it skimmed from off his helmet, making him a very a lucky man, but within the circumstances, not so lucky either. Laying prone, Abt didn’t dare move, as he tried his hardest to grip at his shoulder where a chunk of flesh had been carved from off the shoulder blade, blood soaking into his dark fabric tunic quickly as it pumped out with every rapid heartbeat.

- Abt’s wounds aren’t major, but he is in pain and the positioning of the wound upon the shoulder may effect his fighting ability.

(Thanks to your cert & rank, this could have turned out a lot different for yourself)[/U]
Luther meanwhile had rolled sideways from his prone position directly behind the tree and evaded a whole hail of lead that spattered against the bark of the tree. Continuing with his plan, Luther saw no better chance than now to toss the grenade, being at a relatively close position and leant out real briefly to throw from behind the tree.

The grenade almost made it through the gap, but hit one of the American’s rifles in the way and bounced outwards to just fall outside of the bunker. Immediately, the stunned American yelled “GRENADE!”[/b] and fell behind the wall of the opening, the entire bunker’s inhabitants in disarray as they didn’t know whether the grenade was inside or outside!? A few men dropped down and the others stood about, looking about themselves not knowing what to do.

As the grenade exploded just outside of the bunker, the shrapnel bounced upwards and outwards from the ground and bunker wall, but didn’t entirely stop some shrapnel making it’s way inwards, as one American soldier suddenly fell from his feet, clutching as his throat where a minor, just sharp piece of metal sliced through his gullet and peppered minuscule pieces of shrapnel into his face; like a glass effect.

Another unwary soldier yelped as the explosion blinded him from such a close proximity, sending him backwards off his feet. The man isn’t permanently blind, but stunned and during the next post, will remain blind until recovered.

- One soldier is critically wounded and needs medical treatment.
- One soldier is stunned for the next post, having been blinded by the flare/explosion.
- Rest of the inhabitants are slightly deafened and shaken up.

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[/li][li] The second part of you post Luther failed, as the men behind the fence/lines witnessed your failure to demolish the bunker successfully, as fire began to erupt shortly after your grenade throw.
- You are pinned with Abt momentarily.

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[/li][li]Overall:[/b]
- Bunker has been shaken up, taken two wounded. One critical.
- Luther and Abt are pinned, but also in a strong position if used wisely.
- Gero A. Fritz has been alerted, but you did not clarify if you are calling him in? Because of this, you have not called in Gero A. Fritz… Just alerted him.
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~Danny[/color]

[Cpl. Seth Seacoal]

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Corporal Seacoal winced at the bark of bullets leaving muzzles, the ugly sound everywhere on the American bunker’s left side. Seth listened closely with grim fascination, picking apart the sounds from different rifles. Garands could be separated easily, for their owners often fired them in a quick succession, taking advantage of the Semi Automatic capabilities. The 30 Caliber machinegun could also be easily heard the rapid fire familiar to the Corporal. German shots where strange to Seth, and he could not pick them apart in his head. Screams of pain also rang out, making the American soldiers cringe. Seth was focusing on the empty scene playing out through slit in the front of the concrete bunker that he was startled when footsteps pattered through the entrance. Seacoal swung the barrel of his Grease Gun around quickly, before lowering it, embarrassed. Seth’s meaty cheeks turned beet red as he realized the man he had just trained his sights on was an American soldier, one of 1st Sergeant Speirs’ men he had seen in the trench. A radio was strapped to his back, and the man looked around breathlessly as he leaned on the wall of the bunker. He was about to ask the newcoming radioman about the situation in the trench when he was interrupted by Private Derrick Wells.

“Uh, Corporal, we got us a smoke from behind that building over yonder!” Seacoal spun around just in time to steal one last glimpse of the house before dark smoke shrouded the northern scene. German bullets whizzed from the farmhouse, breaking a window upon exit and smashing aimlessly into the bunkers exterior. Although no one was wounded by the shots, the Americans experienced their baptism fire. Somewhat reassured that the Germans had not yet dug in, the GIs loaded their M1 Garands incase of an all out assault. Seth made sure the magazine in his Grease Gun was lodged in well, and then approached the opening in the front of the bunker, raising the sights of his SMG to his green eyes. The Americans waited for a few moments in an intense silence, rifles trained on the smoke. Suddenly Peter Fickland and Daniel Pyres opened up fire upon two dark-uniformed Nazis that the rest of the squad had missed. “WANT SOME JERRY?” Peter yelled out, pulling a few more shots on the Germans. The Nazis ran behind a tree, before one collapsed either dead or wounded.

The other German ducked out quickly from behind the tree, and Corporal Seacoal was just about to open fire upon the man when he tossed a small object that clunked off of Private Plumb’s rifle butt. It landed just outside the bunker, and the Americans immediately realized it was a grenade. Most of them ducked down before the detonation, but Private Wells insisted on shooting one last bullet and Private Plumb just stood there, petrified. The German grenade exploded, spraying shrapnel and dirt allover the bunker. Private Wells reeled back, and Private Plumb fell to the ground, face bloody and clutching his throat. Seth dropped to one knee as he saw blood oozing from between the Private’s fingers. “Look at me Private! You’re gonna be just fine. Just wait until we get you a medic.” Seacoal said before propping him up against the wall. He did the same for Wells, who yelled about being blind. “Soldiers! Calm the fuck down! Keep firing at the Krauts behind the tree, but nothing that’ll waste ammo. We’re gonna win this thing. These damned Jerrys will be back in their damned Berlin by next month!” As soon as he had hastily moved the injured soldiers and addressed his men in a hopefully morale raising way, the Corporal leapt to his feet and turned to the radioman.

“Sir! 1st Sergeant Speirs said to radio in HQ!” The radioman said, and Seth quickly retorted. “Well nothing is stopping you, private! Get the word in to HQ as soon as you damn can!” The radioman obliged and got onto the radio quickly. “Bulldog Six! Bulldog Six! This is White Rook! Repeat, this is White Rook! We are critical! We need armored assistance (Patterson) immediately! Repeat, we need armored assistance immediately! Over and Out!” The American radio operator requested into the radio’s mouthpiece, waiting for a response. Meanwhile, Seth had turned to the opening and aimed his Grease Gun at the tree. He slowly moved the sights until they where lined up on the either wounded or dead German and slowly squeezed the trigger until bullets spat out of the barrel. Seven molten hot bits of lead flew at the German in a single pull of the trigger, hopefully ending his evil life. He then moved the sights to the man behind the tree and emptied the clip at him, the rounds flying at and around the tree to hopefully suppress, if not wound or kill, the German.

The Privates did the same, mostly aiming at the German behind the tree. They where more careful on using ammo though, for they could see there commanding Corporal was getting a bit angered. “Come on soldiers! We are going to go join 1st Sergeant Speirs in the trench! Quickly!” Seth ordered, and his men abandoned their offensive positions at the opening of the bunker. “Two of you grab up Plumb and Wells on your back!” Seth ordered again, and two of the Privates grabbed them up. They exited the bunker quickly and hopped into the trench, setting the wounded soldiers down and awaiting further orders and backup from HQ.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Well, I promised to Mark this… and so I will.

Actions:

• Corporal Seacoals speech was encouraging for the shaken men. They have calmed down a little bit now that they are being given firm orders.
  
  
• The radioman got through to headquarters, but he wasn’t able to make himself heard. The rifles firing at Luther and Abt would have normally been very loud, but in the confined space of the bunker they were even louder. The radioman practically bellowed into the receiver, but he has been asked to repeat himself.
  
  
• Bullets from the various rifles thudded into the tree sending small splinters flying, but Luther remains uninjured thanks to his prone position on the ground and his cover. Abt was less lucky. A couple of bullets from the Grease-gun tore into his flesh, one barely skimming off of his back and the other hitting his already injured arm, putting him into extreme pain.
  
  
• Private Plumb did not receive the urgent medical attention that he needed and he has passed away. Carrying him away only succeeded in wasting the energy of two of the Privates needed to carry him. Private Wells has started to regain his sight and hearing.
  

~Dan

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Crazy Map Time:

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Clean ( ): img136.imageshack.us/img136/929/marketclean1.png

OOC: Timing this to be: 1st Minute: Runner out, Arty being called in. 2nd Minute: Runner back. Arty begins to fall. 2:30ish: Move out. 3ish: Arty stops, move into trenches. Give or take a few minutes. Also Orange: Grenades, Green box: Artillery section.

As the hail of .30 CAL bullet's came to a halt, Schneider made his way to the West door of the windmill and watched as Luther charged the highly defended bunker with only one private. "Scheiße! Was denkt Luther ihn tut? Bukart, was sehen Sie oben dort?" The Oberstumfuhrer called up to the private. "Viel Infanterie. Verbreiten Sie hauptsächlich heraus hinunter die Linie im hinteren Graben. I don' t haben eine Sichtbarmachung auf dem Bunker. " Taking control of the situation, Schneider grasped a folded sheet of paper from his breast pocket and set it down on a wooden box. "Holztmann, erhalten hierhin und hören sehr nah. You' Regehen, ein Läufer zu meinem radioman zu sein. Seien Sie schnelles und Aufenthaltsafe. Benutzen Sie Abdeckung beim Laufen, aber in den meisten Fällen, you' Regeldstrafe an dieser Strecke," Schneider paused to let the man register, before beginning to write on the sheet and speak the orders to the man. The radioman would give them most successfully and remember them if they were oral and written.

"Verlangen Sie schnellen Feuerschwall auf Diagramm 453, ausgedehnter Feuerwesten des Rasterfeldquadrats 52 zu Rasterfeldquadrat 47. Ich wünsche den neutralisierten Feind, vor deutscher Zuführung. Feuer für Effekt für eine gute Minute und dreißig Sekunden oder bis ein Signal wird gegeben." Taking the sheet of paper he handed it to the young private. "Informieren Sie den Rest über die Männer, dass wir eine gute Minute in das Artilleriefeuer und in der Mitte anzuhalten, um eine Waffenstillstand zu erlauben voranbringen werden. Ich wünsche die Männer im Graben mit dem radioman oben umziehen." Watching as the private vanished into the distance to give the orders, Schneider pulled out two hand grenades. He enjoyed carrying a good amount of grenades in case shit hit the fan. If they managed to get into the trench, he wanted certain destruction.

The call for artillery went out long before Holztmann could return to the windmill. The radioman would have most likely gone into the trench to give the order in a quiet, safe environment, before moving up to the barn in order to call a ceasefire when he spotted the signal. The first rounds sounded overheard when Holtzmann bolted into the windmill, slightly tired from the running. Handing the man a canteen and instructing him to sit down, Schneider pulled out a grenade. "Wir werden die einzigen drei sein, die in diesen Graben hochschieben. Bukart ist Bedeckung wir von der Windmühle, die Amerikaner nicht benutzen ihre Gehirne und setzen ihre Köpfe unten wenn. Holtzmann, wenn wir in diesem Graben mich erhalten, wünschen Abdeckung von Slägener und einen schnellen Fortschritt hinunter den Graben. Ich nehme die linke Seite während Sie die rechte Seite. Wenn jene bastard noch lebendig sind, wünsche ich sie explodierte zum Nichtse. Wenn they' Renoch lebendiges, wünsche ich Sie zur Frontseite des Grabens zurückziehen während ich und Slagener freier Raum es heraus."

Schneider had to speak up to make sure his voice was heard over the sound of artillery rounds exploding down the rear trench line. Hopefully, the Americans wouldn't advance into the center trench for cover. Though, it would be safest for them to just duck down and avoid fire. Which was exactly the role of a "neutralizing" artillery fire. To keep their heads down and to prevent them from moving. "I got a lot of faith in you three. Can you handle it?" he paused to wait for that silent answer, "Good. Then lets move out." Grabbing hold of the Stg44, he handed Holtzmann one of the grenades before giving him a pat on the back and moving out of the windmill. The rest of the men were signaled to do the same. Up top, Bukart was sending some fire at the .30 CAL, warning them to keep their heads down. Schneider vaulted over the fence with Holtzmann at his side. He gave a encouraging nod that spoke "Don't worry, Private. I'm here too. I'm here too," after they spotted Adler's corpse. Slagener waited and watched for any signs of American heads, before climbing over the fence after the other two.

Schneider stopped his men next to Adler's corpse and quickly paid his respects for the dead soldier as he raised a signal to the other men who had paused a few feet in front of the smoke. The corporal across the way picked it up as the signal for ceasefire and relayed the message to the radioman with his hand so he could spot it. "Wir stellen das gleiche Schicksal nicht wie dieser tapfere Soldat gegenüber. Wir streben Rache an. " The Lieutenant waited for the radioman to give a ceasefire command which would then be relayed to the artillery. As the number of round flying overhead twindled, Schneider signaled for the men to move forward. Advancing into what remained of the pockets of smoke, they came to their position. Jumping down into the trench, Schneider fired a quick 3 round burst into the wounded mans chest, leaving the Engineer to finish him off if needed.

He checked to see if their any Americans at the end of the trench, before quickly moving bolting down the line, slightly lowering his head under the five foot trench to avoid detection. Hoping the men were too deaf from the explosions to hear any movement and too demoralized to even try to fight back, he advanced down the trench with the Private fast on his heels. Pulling the small ball at the bottom, he made sure the Private did the same before he popped up over the trench side slightly, and gently tossed it into the middle of the Americans. Ducking down, he grabbed hold of the Stg44 in both hands and watched as Holtzmann did the same, before he retreated down the line and Slagener took his position. Schneider kept his gun trained as he waited back from the corners in case someone was trying to escape. A few seconds after the explosion, he looked above the trench with Slagener and fired a quick burst to eliminate anyone who climbed over the trench. Finally, the moment of truth came. Simultaneously, the two men opened blind fire like crazy down the line of men with no stop from around the corners, before pulling back further down the trench and loading in new clips of ammo to prevent retaliation.


Translations

- "Shit! What the hell does Luther think he is doing? Bukart, what do you see up there?"

- "A lot of infantry. Mainly spread out down the line in the rear trench. I don't have a visual on the bunker. "

- "Holztmann, get over here and listen very closely. You're going to be a runner to my radioman. Be quick and stay safe. Use cover when running, but for the most part, you're fine at this range. "

- "Request quick fire barrage on map 453, grid square 52 sweeping fire west to grid square 47. I want the enemy neutralized, before German advancement. Fire for effect for a good minute and thirty seconds or until a signal is given. "

- "Inform the rest of the men that we will be advancing a good minute into the artillery fire and halt halfway to allow a ceasefire. I want the men in the trench to move up with the radioman."

- "We are going to be the only three moving up into that trench. Bukart will be covering us from the windmill, should the Americans not use their brains and put their heads down. Holtzmann, when we get in that trench I want cover from Slägener and a quick advance down the trench. I will take the left side while you the right side. If those bastards are still alive, I want them exploded to nothingness. If they're still alive, I want you to retreat to the front of the trench while me and Slagener clear it out."

- "We won't face the same fate as this brave soldier. We're going for revenge. "

[Nathan Whyte]

Felix, because Ryan seems to be inactive, and mod marks are taking forever and a fortnight, do you want to close this? Erik and I vote for this, we need a majority, ie, you, to make this happen.

[Cpl. Seth Seacoal]

I agree.