Post by Werner von Maybach on Nov 30, 2009 21:40:30 GMT
The shooting north of the church and on the small town square decreased more and more with every minute now. Constantly new medics and soldiers, who were carrying all kinds of goods arrived at the grave yard, trying to help the mass of wounded lying around. A very young medical assistant appeared besides Werner and smilingly gave a new canteen, filled with surprisingly cold water to the Obergefreiter. The first few gulps were pure enjoyment to Werner. The water somehow cleaned his mouth off all the dirt and when he had finished drinking, he removed his steel helmet and than canted the rest of the liquid all over his head. Snorting Werner snapped for breath, relishing the sudden refreshment.
On the cobbled road that lead toward the northern end of the town, Werner witnessed a whole platoon of German StuG's now, that rattling followed the last rests of the Polish attackers. Another infantry unit was ridding on the backs of these metal giants, directly chasing right after the fleeing enemy. It was absolutely important to the Germans that the Poles wouldn't get allowed the time to retreat properly and to built up a new defensive line in the rear.
After Werner had finished with refreshing himself, he slowly tried to stand up again. His legs still felt terribly shaky and he needed to hold fast to the cold, brick wall of the church, but finally he managed to stay on his feet safely. His friend Hahn besides him immediately reached out his arms in an attempt to back Werner, but the young Obergefreiter signaled that no help was needed here. Carefully Werner placed one foot in front of the other one now, strained trying to stay in balance. The world around him started turning again, but this time the effect wasn't as bad as just several minutes before. The pain in his shoulder had gotten a little bit better now, but still it felt like a big, aglow piece of metal had penetrated his collar, which actually had so just some moments before. Slowly and sticking to the church wall, Werner started to walk over to Feldwebel Schneider, who still seemed like being unconscious.
A strong breeze of wind blew a cloud of thick, black smoke into Werner's face and made his eyes tear. The smoke came over from one of the, still burning, Polish tank wrecks. Big flames burst out of the tank's open hold and some German soldiers stood around it, holding a save distance. Suddenly a unbelievable loud bang resounded through the air, when the whole turret of the tank got removed in a big burst of fire. The ammunition that was left in the tank had exploded now, sending a giant ball of dark smoke into the sky. A very young, by standing German soldiers screamed in agony, because one of the tiny, burning hot splinters had penetrated into his right hand.
But suddenly, Werner saw that Schneider was opening his eyes just a little bit first and then slowly his lips started moving. Schneider's voice sounded very weak and Werner couldn't really understand what the Feldwebel did tell him. But of course he instantly caught the sense and grinningly answered: "Jawohl, Sieg, Herr Feldwebel. Und was für einer. So schnell werdens die Polen hier wohl nicht noch mal versuchen." Luxurious Werner took another deep puff from his cigarette and slowly blew the smoke into the cloudy, Polish sky.
Translations:
"Jawohl, Sieg, Herr Feldwebel. ..."
"Yes, victory, Herr Feldwebel. And what a victory that was. The Poles won't come and try again here all too fast."
On the cobbled road that lead toward the northern end of the town, Werner witnessed a whole platoon of German StuG's now, that rattling followed the last rests of the Polish attackers. Another infantry unit was ridding on the backs of these metal giants, directly chasing right after the fleeing enemy. It was absolutely important to the Germans that the Poles wouldn't get allowed the time to retreat properly and to built up a new defensive line in the rear.
After Werner had finished with refreshing himself, he slowly tried to stand up again. His legs still felt terribly shaky and he needed to hold fast to the cold, brick wall of the church, but finally he managed to stay on his feet safely. His friend Hahn besides him immediately reached out his arms in an attempt to back Werner, but the young Obergefreiter signaled that no help was needed here. Carefully Werner placed one foot in front of the other one now, strained trying to stay in balance. The world around him started turning again, but this time the effect wasn't as bad as just several minutes before. The pain in his shoulder had gotten a little bit better now, but still it felt like a big, aglow piece of metal had penetrated his collar, which actually had so just some moments before. Slowly and sticking to the church wall, Werner started to walk over to Feldwebel Schneider, who still seemed like being unconscious.
A strong breeze of wind blew a cloud of thick, black smoke into Werner's face and made his eyes tear. The smoke came over from one of the, still burning, Polish tank wrecks. Big flames burst out of the tank's open hold and some German soldiers stood around it, holding a save distance. Suddenly a unbelievable loud bang resounded through the air, when the whole turret of the tank got removed in a big burst of fire. The ammunition that was left in the tank had exploded now, sending a giant ball of dark smoke into the sky. A very young, by standing German soldiers screamed in agony, because one of the tiny, burning hot splinters had penetrated into his right hand.
But suddenly, Werner saw that Schneider was opening his eyes just a little bit first and then slowly his lips started moving. Schneider's voice sounded very weak and Werner couldn't really understand what the Feldwebel did tell him. But of course he instantly caught the sense and grinningly answered: "Jawohl, Sieg, Herr Feldwebel. Und was für einer. So schnell werdens die Polen hier wohl nicht noch mal versuchen." Luxurious Werner took another deep puff from his cigarette and slowly blew the smoke into the cloudy, Polish sky.
Translations:
"Jawohl, Sieg, Herr Feldwebel. ..."
"Yes, victory, Herr Feldwebel. And what a victory that was. The Poles won't come and try again here all too fast."
