ArmyDude
07-28-2008, 03:45 PM
The sequel to D-Day Story (PART 2!) (http://www.pawngame.com/forum/showthread.php?t=67594&highlight=Wargod95). Enjoy.
Coming Into France – Beyond the Beaches of Normandy
By: Wargod95
I grew a close bond with that Corporal the second we got off the beach. His namewas Kevin. He was with the Big Red One, or the 1st infantry division, when his Higgins boat had to make a steep turn to avoid crashing with a sunken ship. His boat went off course and ended up landing in our landing section. He was suppose to land with the first wave, but the turn made them part of the second wave instead. His whole squad was shot on the beach, and only he survived.
Kevin and I marched south, hoping we would find more of our troops to fight with since the beaches were just filled with mad traffic. We were walking through some woods until we saw a small village up ahead. Some of our men were clearing out the buildings, and they looked like they were taking a beating. We quickly rushed over to help them until we heard a machine open fire on the squad. With split second timing, we stopped and hid behind a shack. Across the street was the squad. I looked at their patches and they looked like they were from the 82nd Airborne Division. 2 guys were wounded, while 4 other guys were taking cover.
“You guys need some help?” I yelled.
“Hell yea! Try and take out that machine gun.” One of the soldiers replied back. He turned around the corner and provided me cover and fire.
I turned around the corner and tried to take out the MG42 with my Thompson. It took a few rounds before the gunner was hit in the chest with one of the .45 ACP rounds. Everything was quiet when the medics were helping the wounded. Kevin and I regrouped with the soldiers and loaded up to clear out the rest of the village. When the wounded were taken care of, we immediately moved onwards to clear out all the buildings. Occasionally, we would hear Germans walking inside the buildings on the 2nd floors. We would usually throw 1 or 2 frag grenades into the windows.
We stepped in front of the last building that wasn’t cleared out yet. One of our guys had to kick the door open because the knob was jammed. Immediately, the soldier was cut down by submachine gun fire by the Germans inside. We quickly took cover and threw 3 frag grenades inside the building. When the last grenade exploded, we quickly moved into the building while there was still smoke. Aiming down the sights, I aimed at one particular German that was coughing because of the smoke. I quickly pulled the trigger and closed my eyes. When I pulled my finger away from the trigger and opened my eyes, I saw the same German on the floor with bullet wounds all over his chest. He was dead, and had his eyes wide open. I did the polite thing and closed his eyes for him. War is never a pretty sight, and it never will be. I looked at Kevin and he was moving some of the dead bodies out of the way. I sat on a chair in the kitchen while the squad was clearing out the 2nd floor. Just then, one of our guys yelled us to come upstairs. Kevin went ahead of me, while I came right after him. When we reached the second floor, the Sergeant of the squad pointed out the window. Off in the distance were 3 Flak 88’s.
“We’ve got to clear out those pea shooters so they don’t give our air support a hard time.” The Sergeant ordered. We quickly loaded up, getting ready for a risky mission…
Comments and suggestions will be wanted! ;D
Coming Into France – Beyond the Beaches of Normandy
By: Wargod95
I grew a close bond with that Corporal the second we got off the beach. His namewas Kevin. He was with the Big Red One, or the 1st infantry division, when his Higgins boat had to make a steep turn to avoid crashing with a sunken ship. His boat went off course and ended up landing in our landing section. He was suppose to land with the first wave, but the turn made them part of the second wave instead. His whole squad was shot on the beach, and only he survived.
Kevin and I marched south, hoping we would find more of our troops to fight with since the beaches were just filled with mad traffic. We were walking through some woods until we saw a small village up ahead. Some of our men were clearing out the buildings, and they looked like they were taking a beating. We quickly rushed over to help them until we heard a machine open fire on the squad. With split second timing, we stopped and hid behind a shack. Across the street was the squad. I looked at their patches and they looked like they were from the 82nd Airborne Division. 2 guys were wounded, while 4 other guys were taking cover.
“You guys need some help?” I yelled.
“Hell yea! Try and take out that machine gun.” One of the soldiers replied back. He turned around the corner and provided me cover and fire.
I turned around the corner and tried to take out the MG42 with my Thompson. It took a few rounds before the gunner was hit in the chest with one of the .45 ACP rounds. Everything was quiet when the medics were helping the wounded. Kevin and I regrouped with the soldiers and loaded up to clear out the rest of the village. When the wounded were taken care of, we immediately moved onwards to clear out all the buildings. Occasionally, we would hear Germans walking inside the buildings on the 2nd floors. We would usually throw 1 or 2 frag grenades into the windows.
We stepped in front of the last building that wasn’t cleared out yet. One of our guys had to kick the door open because the knob was jammed. Immediately, the soldier was cut down by submachine gun fire by the Germans inside. We quickly took cover and threw 3 frag grenades inside the building. When the last grenade exploded, we quickly moved into the building while there was still smoke. Aiming down the sights, I aimed at one particular German that was coughing because of the smoke. I quickly pulled the trigger and closed my eyes. When I pulled my finger away from the trigger and opened my eyes, I saw the same German on the floor with bullet wounds all over his chest. He was dead, and had his eyes wide open. I did the polite thing and closed his eyes for him. War is never a pretty sight, and it never will be. I looked at Kevin and he was moving some of the dead bodies out of the way. I sat on a chair in the kitchen while the squad was clearing out the 2nd floor. Just then, one of our guys yelled us to come upstairs. Kevin went ahead of me, while I came right after him. When we reached the second floor, the Sergeant of the squad pointed out the window. Off in the distance were 3 Flak 88’s.
“We’ve got to clear out those pea shooters so they don’t give our air support a hard time.” The Sergeant ordered. We quickly loaded up, getting ready for a risky mission…
Comments and suggestions will be wanted! ;D