Post by K Man on Mar 21, 2008 8:38:51 GMT -5
{I think the consensus is to move to the 81st Mobile Battalion. In the interest of keeping things speedy, I will assume much and try to make this easy. Let me know if I glaringly overlook something or you think I did something wrong.}
Knowing it is Americans, like you, over that hill it is unanimously consented that your combined strength can only be beneficial. Not wanting to startle them into alerting the nearby Germans, you use subversive tactics to get their attention. A slight imitated bird sound followed by a diverted flashlight alerts them well enough. You see cigarettes extinguished and shadowy figures moving your direction.
Soon enough, the bedraggled men of the 81st Mobile Battalion walk into your clear view, far enough from the Germans to not alert them. The Sergeant, a man not more than thirty years old but looking more like fifty at the moment, salutes Captain Stone and then extends a hand for a firm shake.
"Damn good to see you boys here." He comments, "A sight for sore fuckin' eyes I'll tell ya."
You come to learn the Sergeants' name is Johnston, and some of the men under his command are all that remain of the 81st Mobile Battalion--Fireson, Blanchett and Smith to name a few. Most of them are younger, fresh into the European theater from boot. Sergeant Johnston is the only seasoned veteran among them.
"Got caught in a real sticky spot." Johnston goes on, "Damn Krauts cut off our support and there was a retreat called before we could even re-group. Mowed half of us down before we even knew which way was up. Been trying to get out of this damned country ever since."
The men behind him nod, confirming that their relief at seeing more American faces is genuine.
"We found this depot by accident, damn near walked into the fence before we knew what it was. We figure no more than fifty men, but that tank has us all worried. We were gonna wait until the mechanics working on it stopped and no one was near it to attack, light the place up with grenades and bullets."
Johnston turns to Stone.
"Was that your plan Captain? ...How can we help?"
Knowing it is Americans, like you, over that hill it is unanimously consented that your combined strength can only be beneficial. Not wanting to startle them into alerting the nearby Germans, you use subversive tactics to get their attention. A slight imitated bird sound followed by a diverted flashlight alerts them well enough. You see cigarettes extinguished and shadowy figures moving your direction.
Soon enough, the bedraggled men of the 81st Mobile Battalion walk into your clear view, far enough from the Germans to not alert them. The Sergeant, a man not more than thirty years old but looking more like fifty at the moment, salutes Captain Stone and then extends a hand for a firm shake.
"Damn good to see you boys here." He comments, "A sight for sore fuckin' eyes I'll tell ya."
You come to learn the Sergeants' name is Johnston, and some of the men under his command are all that remain of the 81st Mobile Battalion--Fireson, Blanchett and Smith to name a few. Most of them are younger, fresh into the European theater from boot. Sergeant Johnston is the only seasoned veteran among them.
"Got caught in a real sticky spot." Johnston goes on, "Damn Krauts cut off our support and there was a retreat called before we could even re-group. Mowed half of us down before we even knew which way was up. Been trying to get out of this damned country ever since."
The men behind him nod, confirming that their relief at seeing more American faces is genuine.
"We found this depot by accident, damn near walked into the fence before we knew what it was. We figure no more than fifty men, but that tank has us all worried. We were gonna wait until the mechanics working on it stopped and no one was near it to attack, light the place up with grenades and bullets."
Johnston turns to Stone.
"Was that your plan Captain? ...How can we help?"
