Preparations (open)

[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

The lush air in the overcast sky cracked with the gusts of wind that foretold a storm. The whistling of the wind was joined with the grunts of Haupsturmführer Kriegheld's men as he watched them running a grueling course on the training field, a massive space near the divisional camp. It had been weeks since his men had seen battle; and Hartwig was not about to let the lack of warfare keep his platoons down. In order to keep better control, he had called platoons 1 and 4, two groups he was in direct command of.

The officer had ordered full winter combat gear for the exercise since the cold season was not far off. Smiling at his men's efforts, he walked closer as some of them ran by. "Gut arbeiten, männer. Gehe, jetzt!" he said as Rottenführer Albertsein began tearing the arse off one of the new recruits, that was lagging behind. Hartwig smiled slightly, he was glad to see Albertsein doing such a job that was usually reserved for a sergeant.

Knowing that Albertsein would keep the men in check, Hartwig walked back and looked on from a longer distance. Normally, he would be out with his men, doing all the exercise he was forcing them to do; but Doktor Vlakte had told him to lay off the exercise for three days while he recovered from a small wound he had received on the firing range when some mad Heer officer had begun using the firing range at the 2nd SS camp. Hartwig preferred not to think about the happening, but he did hold a special place in his heart for the revenge he had achieved in so little time.

Not thinking for a moment that he would be disturbed, the German officer made his way to the mess tent to get a cup of real coffee to take back with him to the training grounds. He also made a slight detour to pick up his rifle. he had a feeling he would be running out there against the doctor's orders. Doing so, he returned to see that his men had slowed down. From afar, he gave the signal to Albertsein to give the men a short rest. The sight that followed was rather amazing; 24 men dropped to the ground in a matter of seconds. Albertsein began walking toward Kriegheld with rifle in hand, obviously wanting new directions. Hartwig smiled and took a long sip from his coffee. He was ready to go into battle again.

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: You mentioned Winter gear, I wasn’t sure if you used white or cameo smocks, so I decided to go with the white smock, just let me know if I’m wrong.


Walking along a dirt path, Unterscharführer Fritz pulled at his white combat smock somewhat, trying to get comfortable, whilst covering up the loose ends upon his torso, to try and reserve the little warmth he could. He was accompanied with Unterscharführer Daniel Gunter; His Loyal friend, along Unterscharführer Carl Gunter and Unterscharführer Felix Reiner. The four men looked harmless from afar, but upon closer inspection, the glistening light reflected from off the Unterscharführer’s MP40s hanging loosely from their waists, with Unterscharführer’s Fritz’s MG42 soon taking the limelight of the weaponry they carried as a whole, as the man walked along, lumbering the heavy gunnery against his shoulder in one arm, whilst the other lumbered the burden of carrying the dark tinted ammunition case.

Unterscharführer Daniel Gunter walked beside his brother, Carl Gunter, leaning in every now and again to speak to him quietly; A small laugh exchanged between the two every so often, as they reminisced back to the old days. “Ich werde Sie sich daran erinnern machen, als Vater ist gekommen nach Hause jene Nacht, zu finden uns nachzuschlagen durch seine Sammlung der Nadel die er so hart zu verstecken versucht hatte!” Daniel Gunter said with a laugh to his voice, trying to see his brother’s reaction from under the hood of his white cameo smock, but Carl Gunter was too busy looking down, laughing a little beneath his breath at what memories his brother had already filled his mind with.

Quietly, Felix Reiner walked beside Gero, feeling a little left out, as the other three Unterscharführers all knew one another in way or another; It was hard being the new kid. “Deshalb sind Felix, Sie dienend lang gewesen?” Gero asked curiously, half glancing towards the timidly quiet man aside him. Felix hesitantly looked to Gero for a brief second, wondering whether he was talking to him to begin with. “Nein Nr. Nicht lang. Ich bin nur von einem Riss hat geschossen mit Glück auf meiner Seite gebissen” Felix replied with a weak smile, as he returned his gaze up front, noticing the training yard with a couple of platoons. “Sieht aus, wie wir hier sind” he muttered stiffly to Gero, who nodded in acknowledgment and agreement. It was time to face the demon again.

As the four men neared the training yard, Gero placed the ammunition case onto the ground and turned to Felix Reiner who strode up beside him. “Halten Sie sich an dies fest - Rest von Ihnen wartet nur hier, nimmt fünf, ich mit dem Hauptsturmführer werde gehen spricht”, Gero said firmly towards the three Unterscharführers, whilst he handed over the MG42 into Felix Reiner’s grasp to hold. Unterscharführer Fritz wasn’t the ranking man to be telling them to do, as they all shared the same equilibrate rank of authority, but Unterscharführer Fritz was the most experienced alongside Daniel Gunter - But he himself was happy for Gero to be the figure head of them, more than anything else.

Turning towards the Officer’s makeshift mess-tent, he paced over to it quickly, brushing down his white smock of any random pieces of dirt, before tugging up his belt to hang neat and straight, proudly showing the Stick-Grenades he had hanging at his hip. Stepping at the tent’s opening, he pulled the flap back a little and ducked in, standing upright and straight at the entrance to the tent - not stepping inwards anymore, as to not intrude the privacy of the Officer. “Herr Hauptsturmführer! Berichten für die Ausbildungspflicht., als erbeten hat” he said in a firm tone, standing straight with his arms folded up behind his back, awaiting to be spoken too...



Translations:[/b]

Ich werde Sie sich daran erinnern machen, als Vater ist gekommen nach Hause jene Nacht, zu finden uns nachzuschlagen durch seine Sammlung der Nadel die er so hart zu verstecken versucht hatte!
~ Do you remember when Father came home that night, to find us looking through his collection of pin ups he had tried so hard to hide!

Deshalb sind Felix, Sie dienend lang gewesen?
~ So Felix, you been serving long?

Nein Nr. Nicht lang. Ich bin nur von einem Riss hat geschossen mit Glück auf meiner Seite gebissen.
~ No, No. Not long. I'm just bit of a crack shot with luck on my side.

Sieht aus, wie wir hier sind.
~ Looks like we're here.

Halten Sie sich an dies fest - Rest von Ihnen wartet nur hier, nimmt fünf, ich mit dem Hauptsturmführer werde gehen spricht.
~ Hold onto this - Rest of you just wait here, take five, I'll go speak with the Hauptsturmführer.

Berichten für die Ausbildungspflicht., als erbeten hat.
~ Reporting for the training duty, as requested.