Post by Dieter "Iceman" Rentz on Aug 20, 2009 22:46:39 GMT
Current Time: 20:30, early December 1943
Area/setting: A small forest road between two modest villages not too far from the German border.
Weather Conditions: Temperature is just slightly below zero celsius, a cold wind is blowing and clouds are gathering up at the sky, promising some snow soon.
The cold, chilling wind whipped the young German corporal's skin as the Wehrmacht motorcycle speeded along the dirt road. The temperature was just slightly below zero during the day, but the nights were much more chillier. The weather conditions had changed to colder just in the past few days and the first snow had arrived at the same time. The small amount of snow had not been enough to cover the entire ground, but it was certain that more would be arriving soon. Right now only the open fields, the branches of the trees and the sides of the road were white beneath the thin cover of snow.
Dieter Rentz had still not gotten used to the cold after returning to Germany from Africa and he found his teeth chattering during the nights. The escape from Africa had been a lucky one and Dieter had heard that the men who had not managed to make their way away from the African front, had been promptly captured by the Americans. The thought had made Dieter's mood sour and depressed for a long time, but he had tried to comfort himself with the knowledge that he had been given a second chance to fight for his Fatherland. Still, defeat had a bitter taste indeed and his trust in the deciding forces of the German army had taken a heavy blow.
The narrow forest road was flanked by thick rows of trees on both sides and the road seemed strangely quiet. The German army did not use this particular road for their logistics as much as the one that descended into the town from the north and Dieter had seen only a few vehicles on his way to the German command center. The quiet and peace of the road coupled with the trees under the thin cover of snow made the scenery look almost magical and foreign, it had been a good some time since he had last seen snow. He might have actually enjoyed the beauty of his surroundings if he hadn't been freezing so badly.
The young corporal's breath left white clouds in the cold air, but they dissipated quickly as the man speeded along the dirt road on the grey BMW R75. The sidecar temporarily lacked a passenger and Dieter had stuffed his backpack inside it for the time being. He was wearing a long rubberized overcoat to shelter him from the wind, similar Kradmantels were issued to all German soldiers who drove the motorcycle. The man's driving goggles had been raised to rest on the front of his dark helmet and he gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle vigorously with his gloved hands.
Even through his thick and warm clothes he could feel the cold wind whipping past him, for a moment making him almost wish that he was back in Africa again. The sentiment did not last for very long, he remembered many unpleasant things about Africa that were not so easily forgotten. It might have been cold here, but he was not dying of thirst, dripping sweat and didn't have swarms of irritating tiny flies buzzing around him. Maybe he would get used to the cold again. Right now he wasn't very far away from the small village and the temporary Wehrmacht command center which had been set up near the village and he constantly found himself fantasizing of enjoying a nice, warm meal next to a roaring fire.
Dieter's face had gone completely numb already and he didn't know if it would be better to drive slower to avoid the effects of the cold wind or to drive faster to get to his destination sooner to warm himself up. His dreams of sitting down next to a warm fire to enjoy a good meal were cut short, however, as the young corporal spotted a small figure on the road, one that certainly did not seem to belong here in the middle of cold, snowy forest.
He brought down the speed of the vehicle slowly and squinted his blue eyes, trying to make out the details of the figure when he was still a good distance away from it.
Area/setting: A small forest road between two modest villages not too far from the German border.
Weather Conditions: Temperature is just slightly below zero celsius, a cold wind is blowing and clouds are gathering up at the sky, promising some snow soon.
The cold, chilling wind whipped the young German corporal's skin as the Wehrmacht motorcycle speeded along the dirt road. The temperature was just slightly below zero during the day, but the nights were much more chillier. The weather conditions had changed to colder just in the past few days and the first snow had arrived at the same time. The small amount of snow had not been enough to cover the entire ground, but it was certain that more would be arriving soon. Right now only the open fields, the branches of the trees and the sides of the road were white beneath the thin cover of snow.
Dieter Rentz had still not gotten used to the cold after returning to Germany from Africa and he found his teeth chattering during the nights. The escape from Africa had been a lucky one and Dieter had heard that the men who had not managed to make their way away from the African front, had been promptly captured by the Americans. The thought had made Dieter's mood sour and depressed for a long time, but he had tried to comfort himself with the knowledge that he had been given a second chance to fight for his Fatherland. Still, defeat had a bitter taste indeed and his trust in the deciding forces of the German army had taken a heavy blow.
The narrow forest road was flanked by thick rows of trees on both sides and the road seemed strangely quiet. The German army did not use this particular road for their logistics as much as the one that descended into the town from the north and Dieter had seen only a few vehicles on his way to the German command center. The quiet and peace of the road coupled with the trees under the thin cover of snow made the scenery look almost magical and foreign, it had been a good some time since he had last seen snow. He might have actually enjoyed the beauty of his surroundings if he hadn't been freezing so badly.
The young corporal's breath left white clouds in the cold air, but they dissipated quickly as the man speeded along the dirt road on the grey BMW R75. The sidecar temporarily lacked a passenger and Dieter had stuffed his backpack inside it for the time being. He was wearing a long rubberized overcoat to shelter him from the wind, similar Kradmantels were issued to all German soldiers who drove the motorcycle. The man's driving goggles had been raised to rest on the front of his dark helmet and he gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle vigorously with his gloved hands.
Even through his thick and warm clothes he could feel the cold wind whipping past him, for a moment making him almost wish that he was back in Africa again. The sentiment did not last for very long, he remembered many unpleasant things about Africa that were not so easily forgotten. It might have been cold here, but he was not dying of thirst, dripping sweat and didn't have swarms of irritating tiny flies buzzing around him. Maybe he would get used to the cold again. Right now he wasn't very far away from the small village and the temporary Wehrmacht command center which had been set up near the village and he constantly found himself fantasizing of enjoying a nice, warm meal next to a roaring fire.
Dieter's face had gone completely numb already and he didn't know if it would be better to drive slower to avoid the effects of the cold wind or to drive faster to get to his destination sooner to warm himself up. His dreams of sitting down next to a warm fire to enjoy a good meal were cut short, however, as the young corporal spotted a small figure on the road, one that certainly did not seem to belong here in the middle of cold, snowy forest.
He brought down the speed of the vehicle slowly and squinted his blue eyes, trying to make out the details of the figure when he was still a good distance away from it.
