WWII : In the grips of evil

[Roughneck]

I Thought it would be fun to go a different route then most threads. I enjoy a good war flick as much as the next man, or women for that matter and thought it would be different and fun to do a WWII thread.

Ok, heres the deal with the thread, its not your normal thread in witch you develop a Char and work it into a story with others. In this thread I encourage people to have many chars and to develope many stories inside the story, with some crossing over each other. This thread is based on WWII, so there are many sides in this story. You have Germany, Italy, France, and Britain to name a few of the countrys envolved. In fact you can be from any country, being that most were envolved with the war. Second, there are many things your Char can be , such as a Spy, Soldier, Pilot, Rebel, Statesmen, whatever ya want to be.

Now the reason I want people to have many Char's is the fact that people die in war, and it also allows for a deeper and widder story to develope. It also allows people to play both sides, and partake in the many threads that develope in the story. Yes thats right, a thread in a thread, in this case many threads inside a thread.

Now the story begins after Paris has fallen to the German's and France is near defeat. I feel this is a good point to start, because the War is in full swing. With this being stated, If you want to be an American then you will need to wait till America gets envoled in the war, or have your Char join the RAF or something of that nature. Also your point of entry into the story is endless, remember WWII was fought in Africa, Europe and Asia, plus you can add your Oliver Stone twist to places as well.

Finally I ask that you try to play in Char with the time period. You can use actual events that took place or make up events as long as they are somewhat inline with history. I am hopeing to make this one hell of a huge thread, and hope alot of people join and post away. If ya need any insperation think Saving Private Ryan, Pearl Harbor, Thin Red Line, and all the John Wayne war flicks wraped into one.

If you would like to add to this Idea or make any sujestions please feel free to do so.

 

[Roughneck]

June 16th 1940

As the Sun rose up to bring in the new day in the town of Sully France, little did the town know what this new day would bring. As the people woke and began to go about their business many were shocked to find the town roads flooded with French troops retreating from Paris, witch had just fallen two days ealier.

In the distance the sound of artillery shells pounding French positions could be heard, sporadic gun fire filled the air. Lucy walked outside to admire the soldiers as they marched by, she hoped she'd see her brother. "Lucy" her mother yelled, "get inside before you get in trouble." The eight yearold girl stomped back inside, mad that her mother wouldnt allow her outside. As Lucy came back inside she sat down at the table. Her mother gave her a stern look, then laid her breakfast down at the table. " Now you eat, and stay out of my way and that of those soldiers." said her mother. "Mama" said Lucy, "Where is Pappa this morning?" Her mother was quiet for a moment, how could she tell her sweet daughter that her brother was dead.

She took a deep breath and turned around to face her daughter. "Lucy" said her mother "Pappa went to go and find out where your brother has gone." Lucy smiled and jumped up, giveing a mock salute. Just then a shreking noise came screaming in smashing into the house, the explosion ripipng the house apart. Shell after shell began to fall on the town of Sully, ripping into houses, destroying buildings, causeing total confusion. People scrambled to find cover, women and children screamed is hell was unleashed on the town. One of the people running for cover was Lucy's father. He ran hard through the streets, pushing his way through the frantic people. His mind was already burden with the knowlage that his son was dead, died fighting the Germans in Paris. Now he was frantic to get home to his wife and daughter, fearing they too could be taken away from him.

He watched the shells hit, a few missing him by a mere yards. As he rounded a corner he triped and fell, just before a shell exploded ahead of him. He was lucky that time, but the French Soldiers that were ahead of him did not fear so well. As he made it to his street he could see the destruction that had been brought, the fires, broken glass scatered all about, the destruction of homes. He staggered down the street, jaw wide open, eyes in shock as he came to what was once is home. He sank to his knees and began to cry, his fear becoming true. For before him his house lay ablaze, his wife and daughter nowhere to be seen. Today a man lost not just his son, but his whole family. Only months earlier they had all been together laughing and singing, those were now memorys of a past that could never be recaptured.

 

[Roughneck]

June 16th 1940

The German Captain looked over the orders again, then looked up and gave the messenger a grim nod. The Captain then turned his back and looked out the window, watching his men prepare the artillary that was about to be unleashed on the French town of Sully. Eric Glouts disaproved of this coming action, he did not like the fact that inocent people would be killed. He walked away from the window and began to pace the room, thinking of the past, a past that had come and gone. Eric had joined the German Heer back in 1937, filled with dreams of seeing Germany as a great power in the world. He, and so many like him had been lured into the belief and rhetoric of Hitlers dream of total conquest. Now they stood on the brink of makeing that dream come true, with the defeat of France.

Eric had seen quite a bit of fighting so far, in both the Poland campaign, and now France. The 9th infantry Division was going to push on Sully, and he had just received orders from the Wehrmacht to lay waste to the town, flushing out French resistance, and allowing German forces an easier time. This order bothered him for one main reason, death of innocent people. Eric was a gentleman soldier, who belived a fight should be waged by soldiers, not on civilians. Eric took a deep sigh on this thought and again stared out the window.

Then came a knock to the door. "Enter" said Eric, as he continued to look out the window. A young private came in, stood at attention, and saluted his Captain with pride in his eyes. "Yes?" said Eric, his back still turned to the soldier. The soldier was confused, he had not expected such a response. " Do you have something to report" said Eric, a slight tone of anger in his voice. The private picked up his chin and proudly pronounced, " Sir, the artillary is in place and the men are at their posts." a breif pause "what are your orders sir?" the private snaped. Eric slowly turned and faced the soldier, a slight grin hit his face when he saw the private.

The young soldier reminded him of himself in so many ways. The glimmer in his eye, his chin held high, pride beaming all over his face. Eric was amused by these thoughts and aproached the private. He paced around the private, he could see this made the private nervous, and this only made Eric grin more. "what do you think of the war so far private?" asked Eric. The private spouted out, " I am proud that we are wining sir" Eric turned back around looking right into the privates eyes. " And for whom do we win this war for then. . Private" asked Eric in a somewhat mocking voice. The private was not shaken, he sucked in his breath, stuck out his chest and proclaimed " For Germany" Eric nodded and patted the private on the shoulder. " tell them to open fire at 08:00 hundred."
The private snaped to attention and saluted, this time Eric returned the salut and watched the private march out the door. Eric sighed again and looked at his watch, it was three till eight. He poured himself a glass of Brandy and swirled it around in the glass. In under 120 seconds now hell would be unleashed on the town of Sully, and all that lived there. Eric walked to the window, glass in hand and stared out. Then the building slighty shook as the first artillary peace went off, followed by the next one in line. Eric slowly siped his Brandy, watching the Artillary shoot off round after round.

 

[curi]

France, June, 1940

"ARVID!!"

Lt Hintze turned to wards the sound of his name being called, and saw his Company comander waveing to him. he Jumped down of the side of his PZKFW II and trotted over to see his captain.

"yes sir"
"be carful out there."
"yes sir, i always am."
"I know, i didnt want ot lose one of my best comander's this close to the end of the war. Dont go chassing medals."
"Yes sir, i dont intend to."
"ok, move out, the main company will be behind you."

Arvid turned and ran back towards his PZII, climbed in and lead the rest of the platoon out onto the road heading towards the last reported french postions.

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England, June 1940.

"blow this for a game of soldiers!"

Edward gasped as he humped the heavy back pack, and his old Lee-metford rifle over another hill.

"damn hikes, why did i sign up for this again?"
"because you want to do something, boyo." replied the next guy up the line " because joining the SS* soubnded like fun!"

more grumbling followed as the yopung soldiers filed up another scotish hill.

((*OOC note: im talking about the Special Service brigades formed by the english, NOT the german SS... ))

 

[Roughneck]

June 1940 England

Thomas ran with all his might, trying to keep pace with the other soldiers, the heavy pack takeing its toll. He had just turned 18 when the Germans had invaded Poland, and shortly after enlisted with the British army. Now the young Welshman found himself in training with the SS, and hateing every moment of it.

Thomas heard the coment made by the man ahead of him and laughed, for he too was asking himself the same questions. He strided up to the man, gasping for breath. " What the hell are these bloody fools trying to do, kill us before we fight the damn German's" He saw a grin cross the mans face, and Thomas cracked a smile as well. "My names Thomas Wells, it a pleasure to meet ya."

 

[curi]

"Edward, Edward Mannock... **wheeze** im sure they've got something else in mind for us..."

as the troop crestid the hill's they saw a group of 4 Morris QL's waiting for them in a parking area at the bottom of the valley.

"nearly home guys... lets step lively!"

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"Driver, stop" the PZII slewed to a halt Arvid hefted his glasses ((binoculars)) and stared towards the french village, smoke was pouring up from 105mm howitzer hits, well that was unusal, at least they had arty support this time most of the campaign they had had to relly on the flyboys for indirect fire support.

now all he had to do was decide if they where t crash through the village or skirt around it. going through the village would have been safer if there where some infantry around.

 

[Roughneck]

France June 1940

Eric stood watch for nearly an hour, watching and listening to the artillary. As a young child he had always been drawn to the military and the life that surounded it. Today he looked upon his men with the same intrest and desire inside, as he did a child. A knock came at the door, and Eric turned around, giving the order to come in. A young junior officer entered the room, and saluted the Captain. Eric returned the salute, then sat down. "Yes " said Eric. "Sir, orders from command " The officer handed the conscripts over to Eric. " I see " said Eric, viewing the orders with keen intrest. "That will be all" said Eroc as he waved the officer off. As he view the orders hos phone rang. " Yes" answered Eric. " Yes sir, I will do so right away" replied Eric as he hung up the phone.
"Steven" yelled Eric. A young man came hustleing into the room. Eric was wriitting a note and handed it to the young man. " Takes this down to the artillary officer right away" The young man grabed the note and took off down the hall. Eric let out a tired breath, orders had come in for his Company to be replaced, and withdrawn back 50 miles, also he was order to cease the artillary barage, for the armor was moving into the town. Eric poured himself another drink, and gulped it down. He knew that the armor was being sent in to wipe out any French resistance, and he also knew that more women and children would die as the result. Eric stood back up a walked to the window, looking out and watching the last few peaces cease their fire. He loved his men, and he loved Germany, but he didn't aprove of the way the army was being used. Inside he knew that the actions Germany made would cause the whole world to respond.