Meeting the American [McMillan]

[Jonas Merhoff]

Country: Belgium
Area/Setting: Outskirts of Lausdell
Current Time: 12:00, 16th December 1944
Weather Conditions: Cold, Light snow, Light wind, Clear sky.

The smooth, rich chocolate liquid glided gently down Hauptmann Merhoff's throat. He sighed in relief of the pleasant and familiar taste of hot chocolate in such harsh winter conditions. The massive military tent that surrounded him shielded him from the wind, snow, and most of the cold but the cold managed to seep it's way in. The bitter, piercing cold that could force any man on the verge of a breaking point. Hell, it seemed like Jonas Merhoff was meant to serve in the most terrible conditions of the war. First, it was Africa with the searing rays of the sun and almost unbearable heat of those deserts. France... was pleasant compared to most terrains Merhoff have served on. But, Jonas wasn't prepared for the freezing, bitter winds of a winter in Belgium. At least they had tanks...and hell lot of them.

The Aryan was bunched up in German winter clothing and huddled over a small table that had a mess of papers littered on it. For once, Germany was striking back against the Allied forces. They had lost too much since America entered the war and they were set on taking it all back. One last great offensive to preserve the German Empire. Overlooking a map of Belgium, the Hauptmann circled the Lausdell crossroads, where he was suppose to take charge of some elite Waffen-SS troopers to capture the crucial Belgium crossroad and apparently to get assistance from some Volksgrenadiers. A Panzer Division commander, some elite SS troops, and some boys and old men would be storming that crossroad in the pouring snow and freezing temperatures at 20:30 tomorrow.

Merhoff had faith in these boys. They weren't his boys, but he had faith in them. He had faith in any German unit that were to serve along side him. Jonas had faith in Germany, the Aryans, and this whole plan to take Belgium by storm and force the Allies out once more to form Fortress Europe once more. Sometimes though... he would wonder why Germany needed all of Europe. And how they would expect to hold on to it when and if this war ever ended. But this was no time for second thoughts or doubts about what was going to happen. This was a time for motivation and glory.

A Corporal lifted the flaps to the entrance of the tent and stepped into the warmth, obviously relieved. Merhoff looked up from what he was scrawling onto the map and his eyes darted upwards towards the Corporal. "Aw Ja, dort sind Sie. Konnten Sie, mich dieser Sergeant herbeiholen. McMillan glaube ich. Der amerikanische vom SS Panzer Abteilung. Er wird mir beim Angriff Morgen helfen." A breeze of the winter air burst through the tent as the Corporal nodded and exited it into the chilly Belgium landscape. Jonas focused onto the map once more, scrawling where he was planning to strike at while he awaited to associate with the man he would be serving with in the upcoming battle. An American... most abnormal.


Translations

"Aw Ja, dort sind Sie. Konnten Sie, mich dieser Sergeant herbeiholen. McMillan glaube ich. Der amerikanische vom SS Panzer Abteilung. Er wird mir beim Angriff Morgen helfen."
- "Aw yes, there you are. Could you fetch me that Sergeant. McMillan, I believe. The American one from the SS Panzer Division. He will be assisting me in the attack tomorrow."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan tossed his cigarette off into the distance and it fizzled out beyond view. Once again the man found himself on the front lines, and this time he wasn't alone, his last unfortunate meeting pitted him by himself against god knows what, but he was lucky enough to have his enemy step on some old mines, McMillan didn't know how they had gotten there, but was thankful they did the job.

He was coming up on the third tank in the column when a small lanky individual came racing out of a near by tent, probably trying to stay out of the cold as much as possible, but that went awry when he bounced off of McMillan and landed in the snow. "Whoa dort Mann, entspannt sich." McMillan smirked as his German was becoming more fluent as the time passed on. He helped the boy back to his feet who seemed upset by the incident, but he wasn't dumb enough to say anything about it, he just shakily pointed toward the back of the tent from which he had just left, slightly disgruntled McMillan nodded, but it was to be expected still, he hadn't received a warm welcome into the SS from many.

McMillan ducked down a bit and stepped through the opening, slightly getting his broad shoulders caught on the draped fabric. He glanced about the place quickly and faced the officer in the corner, McMillan's eyes darted about having never been in the area before, the frost on his eyebrows melting as the inside of the tent was far wrmer than the exterior. "Herr" McMillan blurted, saluting quickly while trying to get his bearings. He fidgeted a bit with his weapon, trying to get it untangled from some lever or something, he couldn't tell what it was behind him causing so much trouble.



Translations:
Whoa dort Mann, entspannt sich.
Whoa there man, take it easy.

[Jonas Merhoff]

The sleek pen slipped out of Jonas' right hand as he heard his guest entering the tent. His pale blue eyes glanced upwards at the once American soldier or whatever army he served under. The rumors he had heard of McMillan joining the Waffen-SS were vague and some said he was Americans and other said he was Irish or British. He rose from his seat and returned the salute, before motioning with his hand for McMillan to approach the table, where the tent would widen and be more suitable for his rather large figure. "Ich setze voraus, daß Sie Deutsches sprechen, nun da Sie das deutsche Reich während eines langatmigen Zeitpunktes gedient haben. "

Studying the man with his judgmental eyes, he pondered why this man was there standing before him today. Why he had decided to disband his unit, betray his nation, and serve under the SS. For that matter, why was he allowed to be in the SS in the first place? The whole point of this war was to strengthen Germany from the inside and remove the vermin from it, but yet there was an Irish man who donned the Waffen SS uniform before him. Why would Hitler allow such a disgrace? Or the famed Wolfram? This man must be special was that the thought that flowed into his mind...very special. No vermin could be such a soldier like this men had been rumored to be. That was a good enough reason for Jonas, whose eyes seemed to change from judging to acceptance.

"Ich bin Hauptmann Jonas Merhoff und ich werde Sie und einige Ihrer SS Männer in Schlacht morgen führen. " By the time McMillan had reached the table with the map sprawled out upon it, Jonas had much of tomorrow's battle plan jotted down on it. It included the location of their encampment and the route they would take the 13 men and tank in order to hit the crossroads. The plan was to take the Allied forces by surprise and prevent them from escaping while capturing the crossroads as well as the buildings around it.

"Ich habe viel über Sie Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan gehört. Ich bin sicher, daß Sie Ihre Aufgabe morgen tun. Wie Sie sehen können, daß der Plan ziemlich einfach ist und dieses Diagramm ist leicht lesbar. Es zeigte, wo jedes von uns unsere Kräfte an konzentrieren wird. OH- und sorgen sich nicht, ich werden Ihren Behälter in Ihren Händen lassen. " His hand's had been had been delicately placed on the map the whole time, leading the Sergeants eyes along their route and how they would be assaulting the crossroads the next day. Then he slowly removed his hands from the table and his eyes looked upwards, almost questioning if he understood the battle plan.

OOC: Thought we shouldn't really discuss any plans too in depth as we may have some Allied spies (scum) reading this .

Spying on you? No, we would never even think of it! Now, carry on, and please include full colour maps of your planned moves. Thanks,

- Nathan

Yep, there's certainly no spies here!

~Dan

Translations:

"Ich setze voraus, daß Sie Deutsches sprechen, nun da Sie das deutsche Reich während eines langatmigen Zeitpunktes gedient haben. "
- "I presume you speak German now that you have been serving the German Empire for such a lengthy time. "

"Ich bin Hauptmann Jonas Merhoff und ich werde Sie und einige Ihrer SS Männer in Schlacht morgen führen. "
- "I am Hauptmann Jonas Merhoff and I will be leading you and some of your SS men into battle tomorrow. "


"Ich habe viel über Sie Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan gehört. Ich bin sicher, daß Sie Ihre Aufgabe morgen tun. Wie Sie sehen können, daß der Plan ziemlich einfach ist und dieses Diagramm ist leicht lesbar. Es zeigte, wo jedes von uns unsere Kräfte an konzentrieren wird. OH- und sorgen sich nicht, ich werden Ihren Behälter in Ihren Händen lassen. "
- "I've heard a lot about you Sturmscharfuhrer McMillan. I'm sure you will do your duty tomorrow. As you can see the plan is rather simple and this map is easily readable. It show's where each of us will be concentrating our forces on. Oh and don't worry, I'm going to be leaving your tank in your hands."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan finished trying to get a grasp on his surroundings and slowly walked over toward the Officer as beconed. McMillan had never met this man, and yet again was expecting a cold welcome. But it never really came, maybe this one was smart enough to realize that they were spear-heading a history making invasion the next evening and put trivial subjects to the side, if so McMillan would enjoy tomorrow. He pulled his rifle from his back and leaned it against the table. Still no one had even mentioned his American hand cannons strapped to his thighs, but they never could and McMillan wouldn't mind it one bit, German pistols were too slender for his bulky hands anyway.

McMillan looked up at the man and as he spoke of the beautiful plans McMillan gazed upon the map, slightly tattered but none the less accomplished it's task. "Ja...I spricht Deutsch." he wanted to roll his eyes but refrained. McMillan followed the man's finger along the road. Rather obvious which route we are taking, glad you pointed it out. he thought sarcastically but cleared the thought quickly as there was an important task at hand and when it came to battle, McMillan took every advantage he could.

So he is gonna leave me my tank, how nice. McMillan didn't know what this man had heard about him, but apperantly it had been beefed up, who allows a lesser ranked individual to command the flagship of the spearhead? McMillan just shrugged a bit and figured that he was probably best fir to do so anyway as he had the most experience with the equipment, hell he was probably one of the only ones in that uniform with any experience at all with the tank. McMillan gave a slow but deliberate nod. "Ich bin nicht viel auf Taktiken, Herrn, werde ich als angeordnet folgen. Deuten Sie nur mich in der richtigen Richtung und ich werde die Aufgabe erhalten, die zum besten von meinen gottgegebenen Fähigkeiten gemacht wird."



Translations:
Ich bin nicht viel auf Taktiken, Herrn, werde ich als angeordnet folgen. Deuten Sie nur mich in der richtigen Richtung und ich werde die Aufgabe erhalten, die zum besten von meinen gottgegebenen Fähigkeiten gemacht wird.
I'm not much on tactics, sir, I will follow as ordered. Just point me in the right direction and I will get the job done to the best of my god given abilities.

[Jonas Merhoff]

"Ich bin nicht viel auf Taktiken, Herrn, werde ich als angeordnet folgen. Deuten Sie nur mich in der richtigen Richtung und ich werde die Aufgabe erhalten, die zum besten von meinen gottgegebenen Fähigkeiten gemacht wird. A grin slowly formed across the Hauptmann's face and he chuckled. "Und das, mein Freund, muß sein, warum Sie solch ein verdammter guter Soldat sind. " Jonas turned away and trotted off to the rear of the tent where he grasped 2 warm, soothing cups of coffee and returned to the table. Setting down one cup near McMillan he questioned "Wurde Sie mögen eine Schale Kaffee, Sturmscharfuhrer? "

As he sipped down on the rich coffee he had let out a sigh of relief, it was extremely soothing in such harsh winter conditions. "Ich gehe mit Ihnen morgen, eingehender auf, was Sie mit Ihrem Behälter tun werden. Ich denke, daß Sie mit das erfahrenste sein sollten, ich sind nicht genau Gebrauch zum Verwenden von Churchhills in der Schlacht. Ich bin mehr Gebrauch zu sie oben durchbrennen." Jonas cracked a wry grin before grabbing his coffee and walking past McMillan, towards the entrance flaps of the tent. "Gekommen. "

The gentle snowflakes pelted his pale skin as he stepped foot out into the snow. His eyes glimpsed down the road that lead to the Lausdell's crossroads and with McMillan by his side he muttered, "Wir ziehen bei 20:30, unter die Abdeckung der Nacht um. Die Schwärzung und der Schnee helfen, unsere Bewegungen zu verbergen." Belgium. As Jonas stared off into the distance, at the snowy landscape, he wondered if this was worse then Africa. Then he wondered if he had fought the man standing beside him, only a few inches taller then him, before. He heard he had served in the 7th Armoured Division, the "Desert Rats". Jonas Merhoff's nemesis...

The cold wind against his cheek brought him back to reality as he turned on his heels and faced McMillan. "Stellen Sie sicher, daß Ihre Männer für morgen vorbereitet werden. Wählen Sie klug, das zusammen mit uns kommen wird. " The snow began to descend faster as Jonas glanced over at the man's tents, where the enlisted men and NCOs would be spending the night. "Stellen Sie sicher, daß sie ein gutes Abendessen und ein Frühstück und eine volle Nacht des Schlafes erhalten. Ich wünsche sie in der besten möglichen Bedingung, wenn wir heraus morgen abend umziehen."

Translations:

"Und das, mein Freund, muß sein, warum Sie solch ein verdammter guter Soldat sind. "
- "And that, my friend, must be why you're such a damned good soldier. "

"Wurde Sie mögen eine Schale Kaffee, Sturmscharfuhrer? "
- "Would you like a cup of coffee, Sturmscharfuhrer? "

"Ich gehe mit Ihnen morgen, eingehender auf, was Sie mit Ihrem Behälter tun werden. Ich denke, daß Sie mit das erfahrenste sein sollten, ich sind nicht genau Gebrauch zum Verwenden von Churchhills in der Schlacht. Ich bin mehr Gebrauch zu sie oben durchbrennen."
- "I'll go more in depth with you tomorrow, on what you will be doing with your tank. I think you should be the most experienced with, I'm not exactly use to using Churchhills in battle. I'm more use to blowing them up."

"Gekommen. "
- "Come."

"Wir ziehen bei 20:30, unter die Abdeckung der Nacht um. Die Schwärzung und der Schnee helfen, unsere Bewegungen zu verbergen."
- "We will move at 20:30, under the cover of night. The darkness and snow will help conceal our movements. "

"Stellen Sie sicher, daß Ihre Männer für morgen vorbereitet werden. Wählen Sie klug, das zusammen mit uns kommen wird. "
- "Make sure your men are prepared for tomorrow. Choose wisely which will be coming along with us. "

"Stellen Sie sicher, daß sie ein gutes Abendessen und ein Frühstück und eine volle Nacht des Schlafes erhalten. Ich wünsche sie in der besten möglichen Bedingung, wenn wir heraus morgen abend umziehen."
-"Make sure they get a good dinner and breakfast and full night of sleep. I want them in the best condition possible when we move out tomorrow night. "

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan smiled slightly as the man complemented him, he just figured he was what a soldier should be, most others were just behind the curve, but he didn't mind the occasional compliment so he kept his mouth shut. The Officer asked about a cup of coffee but McMillan didn't really care for the stuff, but he didn't really have the chance to convey his opinion as the man turned away only to return with a cup for him, he took it as his superior at the moment put forth the effort ot retrieve it so he figured he might as well drink the stuff. Blowing them up huh? Funny, I've never heard of you. but yet again he brushed it to the side as he looked over the map once more before catching up to Jonas.

He was told that they would be moving at night, it wasn't what McMillan had hoped for as the weather was horrible enough but it could work. McMillan didn't really know his men too well, this was only to be his thrid engagement with the SS and one of his previous ones stacked him all alone, and he had only served with a few of them in the other one, so he really didn't know what all they were capable of. He was definately taking the higher ranking ones as they seemed to have earned their collar weight, but this was hopefully going to show him what the SS was really capable of. The rations they were given were above average compared to the normal stuff so they were pretty pumped about that aspect as well, but none the less he nodded along to ensure the Officer that he was taking good care of his soldiers.

McMillan finished up his coffee and slung the cup toward the ground to finish the last few drops off that had already become cold. It was brutal weather and it just kept pileing up against them. "Sie können sie gut gesorgen für Herrn bedenken. Ich würde ihnen meine eigenen Rationen geben zu sichern, dass wenn ich auch gehabt habe." McMillan said confidently as he checked his watch, he was havingthem stay up a bit later tonight as to make sure they were not becoming tired for the move tomorrow.



Translations:
Sie können sie gut gesorgen für Herrn bedenken. Ich würde ihnen meine eigenen Rationen geben zu sichern, dass wenn ich auch gehabt habe.
You can consider them well taken care of sir. I would give them my own rations to ensure that if I had too.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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McMillan: 5CP - Slightly small posts than Merhoff
Merhoff: 7CP - Larger posts than McMillan on all occasions.[/color]

Issued -JT