Post by Heiko Alkema on Mar 16, 2009 16:36:32 GMT
Location: Algerian-Tunisian Border
Time: 5:00 am
Weather: Clear and cool; Low light with the Sun rising in the East.
Map Explanation
Afrika. Verdammt Afrika. Heiko had reached a very strange relationship with Africa. He hated it with undying passion yet felt an emptiness whenever he left the continent. A kind of love-hate relationship, if you will. Heiko may kick the sand in a fit but it was nice to have the dry even spray fly into the air, almost like doing the same to water. The irony of that comparison was not lost on Heiko.
Heiko surveyed the land about him through his goggles. He had no idea of where he was. A sandstorm the day before had separated him from the rest of the division. Out of his platoon of 10 Heiko only made Amsel, Buamgartner, and Faust by the time the sun had set yesterday. All around him were the dunes. Massive, indomitable, and ever shifting dunes. Something up ahead caught his attention. A tiny green speck on the horizon barely visible in the darkness just before dawn.
Heiko pulled down the scarf around his face to speak, "Baumgartner! Take point. Let's see if this is an illusion or not." Heiko hoped it wasn't. His canteen was feeling a little light, and with the Sun rising this could be a very bad day without a fresh supply of water. Baumgartner nodded, his scarf coming loose in the process. "Amsel, watch our rear. I don't want any surprises." Amsel nodded as well and dropped back a few metres behind the rest.
Heiko could almost taste the water as they approached. "It seems that Fate is smiling upon us today" A muffled cheer rose from the covered mouths of the men around him. From the looks of it, this was an old French outpost. Heiko and company might be able to find a map or two to help guide them back to the division. "We'll rest here for the day, and try to find the others tonight. Enjoy your day off, boys." The small company approached the ledge cautiously but with a jolly air.
Time: 5:00 am
Weather: Clear and cool; Low light with the Sun rising in the East.
Map Explanation
Afrika. Verdammt Afrika. Heiko had reached a very strange relationship with Africa. He hated it with undying passion yet felt an emptiness whenever he left the continent. A kind of love-hate relationship, if you will. Heiko may kick the sand in a fit but it was nice to have the dry even spray fly into the air, almost like doing the same to water. The irony of that comparison was not lost on Heiko.
Heiko surveyed the land about him through his goggles. He had no idea of where he was. A sandstorm the day before had separated him from the rest of the division. Out of his platoon of 10 Heiko only made Amsel, Buamgartner, and Faust by the time the sun had set yesterday. All around him were the dunes. Massive, indomitable, and ever shifting dunes. Something up ahead caught his attention. A tiny green speck on the horizon barely visible in the darkness just before dawn.
Heiko pulled down the scarf around his face to speak, "Baumgartner! Take point. Let's see if this is an illusion or not." Heiko hoped it wasn't. His canteen was feeling a little light, and with the Sun rising this could be a very bad day without a fresh supply of water. Baumgartner nodded, his scarf coming loose in the process. "Amsel, watch our rear. I don't want any surprises." Amsel nodded as well and dropped back a few metres behind the rest.
Heiko could almost taste the water as they approached. "It seems that Fate is smiling upon us today" A muffled cheer rose from the covered mouths of the men around him. From the looks of it, this was an old French outpost. Heiko and company might be able to find a map or two to help guide them back to the division. "We'll rest here for the day, and try to find the others tonight. Enjoy your day off, boys." The small company approached the ledge cautiously but with a jolly air.