Post by Werner von Maybach on Jul 19, 2009 16:07:44 GMT
[OOC: And here it is, our epic Poland '39 thread. As this all happens in 1939, Werner only has got the rank of an Obergefreiter for this thread.]
Location: Bjesalošiza, south- east of Warzaw
Time: 16.09.1939, 18:00 o' clock
Weather conditions: cold, clouded but dry at the moment
Cold wind blew into Werner’s face and he tried to draw the collar of his uniform jacket deeper into his face. Werner was sitting on the back of a Strumgeschütz, together with about ten more German soldiers. Slowly the StuG rolled along a muddy, Polish road in a marching column, together with several other German vehicles. The ride was quite the opposite of comfortable for the mounted infantrymen. All of the men looked tired and had very dirty uniforms. The heavy fighting and the hasty advance of the last days had left their tracks.
Oppressing a yawning, Werner took out a pack of Juno cigarettes and tried to light one. After his electric lighter didn’t work three times in a row, he cursed it and putted the cigarettes back into his tunic. Probably the lighter was empty of fuel.
Endless fields of wheat and small villages with shabby wooden houses were passing by while they were driving. Werner could see lots of traces of the successful German attack. Destroyed bunkers, giant artillery crates and burned out vehicles could be seen everywhere in the peaceful countryside. And he spotted a lot of dead bodies along the road, mostly wearing the earth- brown uniforms of the Polish army. But also some comrades had found their final rest in the dirty, Polish earth.
While Werner was engrossed in his thoughts, the German marching column reached the outskirts of a bigger town. The last fighting in this town couldn’t have took place long ago, because several wooden houses were still burning and the air was filled with the intense smell of gun powder. A lot of German soldiers were hastily running around and loud, hard orders got yelled through the narrow streets.
The Sturmgeschütz stopped next to one bigger house, which was also still standing in flames. The heat of the flames burnt hot in Werner’s face and the thick, black dust made him cough hardly. All soldiers now dismounted from the armoured vehicle and walked some steps to get their stiff bones right again. A short moment later, a loud voice yelled: "Alle Mann herhören. Wir beziehen in dieser wunderschönen Stadt erst einmal Stellung. Der Kessel um Warschau ist jetzt komplett dicht und wir haben Befehl, dafür zu sorgen dass es auch unter allen Umständen so bleibt. Alle Zug und Gruppenführer zu mir in 5 Minuten zur Besprechung."
In the meantime Werner could find out that this small town here was named Bjesalošiza. And that it just got retaken by German troops two hours earlier, after a Polish counter attack had forced the Wehrmacht to retreat here. Werner’s squad got ordered to take quarters within the local church, one of the few brick buildings. On their way through the town, the young soldiers saw some dead Poles again. One of them was very cruelly deformed. The track of a tank was going right through his face. Even his mother would have problems to identify his corps.
Suddenly the row of marching infantrymen stopped. Orders were given, but Werner was too far away to actually understand their meaning. There was big confusion now and nobody really knew what was happening. Werner and some other privates continued their way to find out what was going on. When he reached the front of the group and saw what was causing all this confusion, he hardly had to oppress sickness. One Gefreiter directly next to Werner didn’t manage to and puked directly on the street.
In front of the church there was a small square surrounded by lanterns. And on every lantern there was hanging the dead body of a German soldier. Most of them were bizarrely deformed. Some were missing their eyes or their ears, others missed whole parts of their body and one Soldier was even hanging there without his head. The anger in Werner grew bigger every second and he wished nothing more in that moment, than having the possibility to take revenge.
Translations:
"Alle Mann herhören. Wir beziehen in dieser wunderschönen Stadt erst einmal Stellung. Der Kessel um Warschau ist jetzt komplett dicht und wir haben Befehl, dafür zu sorgen dass es auch unter allen Umständen so bleibt. Alle Zug und Gruppenführer zu mir in 5 Minuten zur Besprechung."
"Listen to me, everyone. We’ll take positions in this absolutely beautiful town here. The pocket around Warsaw is now completely closed and we got ordered to keep it closed under all circumstances. All platoon and squad leaders have to come to me in five minutes for a short briefing."
Location: Bjesalošiza, south- east of Warzaw
Time: 16.09.1939, 18:00 o' clock
Weather conditions: cold, clouded but dry at the moment
Cold wind blew into Werner’s face and he tried to draw the collar of his uniform jacket deeper into his face. Werner was sitting on the back of a Strumgeschütz, together with about ten more German soldiers. Slowly the StuG rolled along a muddy, Polish road in a marching column, together with several other German vehicles. The ride was quite the opposite of comfortable for the mounted infantrymen. All of the men looked tired and had very dirty uniforms. The heavy fighting and the hasty advance of the last days had left their tracks.
Oppressing a yawning, Werner took out a pack of Juno cigarettes and tried to light one. After his electric lighter didn’t work three times in a row, he cursed it and putted the cigarettes back into his tunic. Probably the lighter was empty of fuel.
Endless fields of wheat and small villages with shabby wooden houses were passing by while they were driving. Werner could see lots of traces of the successful German attack. Destroyed bunkers, giant artillery crates and burned out vehicles could be seen everywhere in the peaceful countryside. And he spotted a lot of dead bodies along the road, mostly wearing the earth- brown uniforms of the Polish army. But also some comrades had found their final rest in the dirty, Polish earth.
While Werner was engrossed in his thoughts, the German marching column reached the outskirts of a bigger town. The last fighting in this town couldn’t have took place long ago, because several wooden houses were still burning and the air was filled with the intense smell of gun powder. A lot of German soldiers were hastily running around and loud, hard orders got yelled through the narrow streets.
The Sturmgeschütz stopped next to one bigger house, which was also still standing in flames. The heat of the flames burnt hot in Werner’s face and the thick, black dust made him cough hardly. All soldiers now dismounted from the armoured vehicle and walked some steps to get their stiff bones right again. A short moment later, a loud voice yelled: "Alle Mann herhören. Wir beziehen in dieser wunderschönen Stadt erst einmal Stellung. Der Kessel um Warschau ist jetzt komplett dicht und wir haben Befehl, dafür zu sorgen dass es auch unter allen Umständen so bleibt. Alle Zug und Gruppenführer zu mir in 5 Minuten zur Besprechung."
In the meantime Werner could find out that this small town here was named Bjesalošiza. And that it just got retaken by German troops two hours earlier, after a Polish counter attack had forced the Wehrmacht to retreat here. Werner’s squad got ordered to take quarters within the local church, one of the few brick buildings. On their way through the town, the young soldiers saw some dead Poles again. One of them was very cruelly deformed. The track of a tank was going right through his face. Even his mother would have problems to identify his corps.
Suddenly the row of marching infantrymen stopped. Orders were given, but Werner was too far away to actually understand their meaning. There was big confusion now and nobody really knew what was happening. Werner and some other privates continued their way to find out what was going on. When he reached the front of the group and saw what was causing all this confusion, he hardly had to oppress sickness. One Gefreiter directly next to Werner didn’t manage to and puked directly on the street.
In front of the church there was a small square surrounded by lanterns. And on every lantern there was hanging the dead body of a German soldier. Most of them were bizarrely deformed. Some were missing their eyes or their ears, others missed whole parts of their body and one Soldier was even hanging there without his head. The anger in Werner grew bigger every second and he wished nothing more in that moment, than having the possibility to take revenge.
Translations:
"Alle Mann herhören. Wir beziehen in dieser wunderschönen Stadt erst einmal Stellung. Der Kessel um Warschau ist jetzt komplett dicht und wir haben Befehl, dafür zu sorgen dass es auch unter allen Umständen so bleibt. Alle Zug und Gruppenführer zu mir in 5 Minuten zur Besprechung."
"Listen to me, everyone. We’ll take positions in this absolutely beautiful town here. The pocket around Warsaw is now completely closed and we got ordered to keep it closed under all circumstances. All platoon and squad leaders have to come to me in five minutes for a short briefing."