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Backs
Against The Wall
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Phillippeville is a typical Belgian town situated on a slight rise
in the middle of a treeless plain. It is also a strategic crossroad
with roads leading North, South, East, and West. The town itself
lies mostly north of the East-West road and includes a church and
several other buildings. About 3/4 of a mile south of the crossroad
is a barbwire enclosed camp which includes a barracks, garage, and
command building. Control of this enclosure determines which army
controls Phillippeville. more
Philippeville
Patrol
The sounds of a distant battle reached me over countless miles.
I lay in agony, wondering when I might join my comrades in battle
again. I was suffering from numerous ailments including several
cracked ribs, a mild concussion, and blood loss from
the gash in my leg. Any hopes of returning to battle seemed far
off. more
A
Poem For The French Tanker
The
Char glistened in the sun,
fresh home from its morning run.
It ran up river just to see,
we lost the village of Anhee.
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Un
Grand Jour...
The
birds were singing brightly on this cool spring morning. As I stepped
out of quarters I was greeted with the bright rays of a early April
sun, which fell softly across the drill square, highlighting the
fretwork of its tar-patched cracks. I slung my rifle over my shoulder,
struck by the illusion that this was a day like any other, a day
for a promenade, or a picnic on the banks of the nearby Meuse. The
waking dream was short-lived, for the distant sounds of battle recalled
me to the present.... more
Action
At Anhee
I
was returning to my regiment after recovering from wounds suffered
in the initial blitzkrieg, but something was wrong. Things were
too quiet. No troops running about, no panzers being worked on in
the motor pool or Stukas having their engines tuned in the hangers.
I checked in at the ready room, and noticed to my horror that Spontin
was the lone German base in the sector! The Allies must have counter-attacked,
but where were our forces now? more
Weasel's
Beta Adventures
Weasel
takes us for a guided tour of the closed beta testing, with a look
at one of the more memorable experiences he's been through... more
Sitzkrieg
Chronicles: Skirmish at Dinant
Finally,
the Sitzkrieg was about to end! Shortly after lunch (foie de
gras, fresh Breton oysters, tripes à la mode... yummy!) on Wednesday,
an urgent teletype was delivered to the 53e Division Infanterie
at Dinant: French SigInt had revealed a dastardly assault in the
offing against Dinant and the unit was put on immediate alert...
more
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Series
A
war story (by Modus Virtuoso)
Fate
finds the German army invading France through Belgium. What lies
in store for the advancing Panzers?
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Five
Good Men (by
Jokr)
"Looking
around me, I can see the rest of my team, five good men. We're at
the cross section of Market street and the Eastern forest, waiting
calmly for hordes of Germans to come down this road, right into
our two strings of mines and one 50mm gun..."
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Tommy
Cookers
(by
SpecterX)
A formation
of American M4 tanks advance into German territory, and find themselves
going toe to toe with a group of angry Tigers.
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Some
Time in the Future... [NEW]
Pre-dawn
found my ground crew getting the camouflage paint off the P-51C
- yesterday's snowfall had blanketed most of Belgium and western
Germany in white. The crews knew bare aluminum greatly improved
our chances of bring ourselves and the planes home from the now
winter-colored terrain... more
Supply
Train to Valkenswaar
The
OKW has kept their flyers very busy up in the North, all of my fellow
squad mates have told me they haven't been on an infantry mission
up North without being harassed or bombed by Stukas when near any
sort of vehicle. Trucks and tanks have been easy prey when on roads.
If you stay in the trees, they rarely see you, but if you venture
out onto the road, watch out... more
Defense
of the Bridges at Turnhout
Today
when I signed on it became clear the attack we've been waiting for
had finally come. After two weeks of probing attacks, border clashes
and skirmishes, the OKW has launched what must be a determined offensive
to occupy the low lands of Belgium. There are numerous auto missions
being posted for infantry in the towns of Turnhout and Lommel. Both
towns are deep behind the front...
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Who
In God's Name Would Waste Their Time Trying to Kill Weasel?
There
was fire everywhere. It's all I could think for a few minutes -
stumbling away from the burning wreckage. An explosion knocked me
to the ground, and I was content to sit there. I wasn't going to
get far anyway. I slowly began to gather my thoughts... more
The
Sniper
Turning
around, I saw Sturmbannfuhrer Holt walking down the small dirt road
toward us. Again, today, he had a scowl on his face...as if he couldn't
understand why he had to deal with troops like us. He was SS, all
the way, fanatical to the core, but he was a good panzer commander...
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Wit's
Story
"Bailey
and I were both side-gunners on the Boeing B17, the Flying Fortress,
the best bomber that the Allies ever fielded (and the most dependable,
most beautiful, and most graceful aircraft that ever flew) and I'll
never forget the time that an orange saved our lives. That's right,
you heard me, an orange..." more
Benning's
Last Battle
"Waves
began to wash over the Benning's highest masts, the destroyer's
top speed of twenty-seven knots intensifying the effect of the twenty-foot
waves that night. Three portholes in the wheelhouse, each thirty-two
feet above sea level, were soon smashed by the force of the seas,
and black water began splashing in..."
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A
Room With A View
"From
my prone position on the third floor balcony of a wrecked building
that had once been a hotel, I had a clear view down the street to
the approaching soldiers. Their formation was not as loose as it
should be as they tramped down the wide street, approaching my ambush
point..." more
Beginnings
"Unteroffizier
Werner Hauke used both hands to brace himself as his panzer advanced
cross country. He was thankful for his padded black beret - exclusive
to the panzer troops - which did its duty as a crash helmet on more
than one occasion as he rode in the open commander's hatch..."
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Gasping
for Air
"I
couldn't wait to get into my plane though... I was anxious to get
into the air with those hot-doggers and show em a thing or two.
The briefing was dismissed and as I stepped into the hangar, I saw
it.. the most beautiful, elegant, shining chrome plane I had ever
seen, sitting right next to my Nik..." more
Softly
Softly Catchy Monkey
"We
near the coast, well ahead of the time the enemy ships are expected
to appear. We throttle back to 8 knots, to lower the sound of our
exhaust and to reduce dramatically the phospheressence of our wake
in the moonlight. We creep along the coast until we are about 5
miles out from the enemy port entrance..." more
Wake
Up Call
"I
made a bee-line for my trusty Spit and without even a quick onceover
made contact and was carrying out my quick taxi for immediate departure.
Eight of us departed into the crisp autumn air in an amazing 6 minutes.
Impressive for any unit but especially impressive for one so worn
and bone tired. Damn this war..."
Somewhere
Over France...
"I
stared at it as I wandered towards the flight line. It's lines looked
sleek, yet sinister… the very picture of a great charger for a knight
of the sky, as I fancied myself. The mission briefing began to cleave
through my day dream. The mission today was an offensive air patrol..."
Morte
de la Raptor Francois
"I
was paired with Jean and we were told that the JU-87, the big Gull
wing dive-bomber, and the Speedy HS-123 were to be our main targets
as we patrolled the front. We were to leave our radio's on, as we
may get some calls to try and break up some of the Huns ground attacks
by strafing the advancing troops..."
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Historical
Accounts
My
Private War
"When
I was dragged into the army in 1939 I was taught how to be a sentry
by a jolly sergeant. Well, perhaps he wasn't so much jolly as rosy.
He had a wall-to-wall flush like a puce-coloured carpet and eyes
like burn-holes in it. I'm no mimic, so I shall leave his voice
unmimicked; but it was like something put down by the Ham River
Grit Company..."
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