WWII: Last Bridge to Freedom

Jacob took in a deep breath of the early morning air and stood in awe of the beauty of the landscape. Believing that it would truley be a shame for the scenery to be destrtoyed, did not even phase his determination to hold the German forces back. It would still be a while before the Germans arrived or so he thought. Laid out before him was his equipment, his sidearm, a Colt M1911A1., was sitting next to it's holster and two clips. Next to that was his M1 Carbine and nine extra cases. All of his weapons seemed to be in good condition, even his knife. Satisfied that he was ready for the battle ahead, he grabed his weaponry and secured it all in their rightful place, finishing with placing his M1 Carbine's strap over his shoulder. Just as he finished a tall and, somewhat muscular soldier ran over to him. "Hey, Sarge." Jacob nodded at Ben. "Hey, Sapp, you ready for the battle?" Ben looked grim but exited. "For the most part. Are we really going across the bridge to hold the front line? Cause either way, I'm with you one hundred percent, man." Jacob let out a deep breath before responding. "Yep, me, you, Johnson and, Ramirez, will be up in front until we have to retreat."

[Now remind me which company are you?]

((Absolutely NO OOC in this thread... and B company, split division.))

Jacob and Ben both marched to where there two other squad members were waiting. "It will be a while yet, before the Germans even come this way." Jacob looked at the other two and thought of a way to use the time to their advantage. "We can use the unknown amount of time to set up some resistance. Move out!" Jacob, Ben, and the other two all set out across the bridge, making it to the other buildings quickly. Jacob climbed into a tall bell tower and situated himself up there with his rifle. Ben took his Carbine and made sure that he covered Jacob from the door. The other two took positions across the street.

Monty stuck a clip into his B.A.R. as he took cover behind a wall. His cigarette was almost dead, but he was using it to his fullest. Cigarettes were scarce, but Monty was lucky to loot one off a dead soldier. After he could feel the heat, he stuck the butt into the wall.
Up in the tower, Jacob was his eye in the sky, and Monty needed an extra set. Monty swiped his brow and spit.

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Jacob sat in the top of the tower and used his scope to get a better view of the area. Nothing seemed to be nearby or back in the hills, so he decided to pull out a deck of cards from his napsack. Laying them out in the form of solitaire he began to play. He had made it about five minutes into the game when out of the corner of his eye, about thirty miles away, he could see German ground forces approuching. He leaned out of the bell towers windows and shouted. "We have about fifty approuching ground forces and some spare change. Stay on your toes men!" Jacob raised the rifle, even though he knew he could never hit them at that distance.

Monty looked up at the bell tower as he put his helmet on. He kissed his four leaf clover and ran into the building. A huge hole in the building gave Monty a great position, and decent cover. But if a grenade went in, he would be toast. Monty pulled the clip out of his B.A.R. and tapped it on his helmet, and stuck it back in. He spit again and strapped his helmet.

Jacob thought to himself as he monitored the advancing Germans. Their tanks were slowed to the point that the ground forces didn't need to run after them. "Hm... about a good hour, hour and a half." Jacob made sure his gun was ready for the oncoming assault. Jacob rushed towards the window were he shouted down at Ben to make a trap for the first tank. Ben already knew what he was expected to do so he rushed out to the street and found a large piece of wood and, a generally flat rock. Placing the wood at an angle on the rock, he lifted the side that was on the ground and placed a grenade under it and made sure it was secured. Afterwards he removed the pin and made sure the spoon was down. Then he moved back to his station and waited.

[A company] [Squad 2]

Private Denson approached seargent Mirez. "Yo' Mirez. Just got word from the forward line that the first wave of German panzers and troops are on their way."

"Really. Ok. Hey corperal Red'damn' get over here!"

Corperal Redman ran out of the Hotel building they had been clearing and approached. "Sir. And thats Redman sir. What do you need?"

Jake tapped the nozzel of his M1 Garand rifle against his helmet. "We got panzers approaching. I'm thinking we should set up a choke point further up the road. I guess I'm asking: Do we have composite 'B' explosives or mines?"

Denson turned and walked towards the rest of the squad as the seargent and the anti-tank officer spoke...

"Yeah we got some comp' 'B'. But the supply truck hasn't arrived with the rest of our anti-tank equipment." Redman said as he wondered what the leader had in mind.

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Seargent Jake Mirez called his squad over to a table that they had dragged from the Hotel to lay the map of the town on. Once they were all there; "Ok gentlemen listen up. We are here." Jake points to a marked portion of the map and runs his finger along the main road the Hotel was on. It was on a direct path to the outskirts and they were smack dang at the midway point of the road. "If the panzers take this route," Indicates the location of the forward line where a part of 'B' company was supposed to be. "Then its up to 'B' company. Otherwise if they funnell down our route then their panzers will get held back by the ruble and fallen buildings. We should place some mines or..." Jake glances at Redman and continues. "Explosives here. Redman thets your job." Redman saluted.

"Yes sir." He gave the seargent a funny look that said everything he thought of their leader, which was 'You b******.' As he headed off to get the suplies he'd need.

Jake smiled catching the semtiment of the look. "Private Ferka go with Redman."

"Hell yes." Ferka replied finally hoping to see some action. He lifted his M1 carbine and headed off after Redman to get the needed equipment.

"Private Denson. Do an inventory check. What do we got?"

Denson saluted and headed back into the Hotel where their equipment was.

"Sundown. Find a vantage point and keep an eye out. Report back when you know which rout the tanks and troops have taken. The krauts are more likely to split their infantry and head in several directions...."

Jacob spent most of his time monitoring the German advance and movement. Looking through the scope, he made out the figure of a general that was pointing to different groups of soldiers and then pointing down various paths. "They're splitting to go in to different ways.. clever bastards." Jacob leaned out the same window as before and shouted to Sappington. "Get on the horn and tell A Company that they are going to try and flank us!" Ben immediately jumped up from his position and made his way to the man carrying a radio. "This is Private Sappinton, the Krauts are splitting in a flanking maneuver. Be advised that they are coming down with equal force on both sides. Stay frosty. Over and out." Ben hauled ass back to where he had been before and made sure that all of his weapons were ready for the oncoming battle.

"We gettin the strong side or weak side?" Monty crawled out of the building partially and yelled to Jacob. As he did a piece of rubble rolled over, and a pack of cigarettes appeared. Monty laughed as he picked up the pack. He opened it, and there was three cigarettes. Monty quickly pulled one out and lit it up. He looked back down to see a cockroach in the box. "Holy sh!t!" Monty threw the box out into the street before thinkinh. "What a waste...."

Jacob looked at Monty. "No telling, too far to say for sure right now! Be prepared for anything. They may be bringing to big guns!" Jacob leaned back inside to make sure he had some grenades laid out for use in a dire situation. He counted four grenades and then he made sure to check for his sidearm. With the pistol looking in top condition Jacob finished off with his Carbine. "Come on let's do this!"

[A company] [Squad 2]
Praivate O'Rhyne using the field radio, picked up the signal. He ran out of the Hotel and approached the sqaud leader. "Seargent Mirez!" He shouted as he approached. "'B' company reports that the krauts have split into several divisions and are advancing towards the bridge by different routes."

Seargent Mirez picked up his M1 Garand rifle. "Ok O'Rhyne. Tell them we're setting up a choke point. Ask them if any krauts are they heading our way." He turned back to the three remaining soldiers: private Denson who just returned from the inventory check, corperal Heart and private Rattenburger. "You three are with me. Ok lets move it! Lets go. On the double!" Mirez made sure his weapon was loaded and headed back towards the Hotel.

Denson fell into step beside the seargent. "We have three M1919A1's and about twelve thousand rounds." Mirez paused.

"We can fall back here. Ok there is a buildng further down the road that we can use as a hold-up." Dust blew into his face and Mirez wiped some sweat from his forehead. "O'Rhyne what did the forward line say?"

Smith marched quickly and quietly through the small town, checking around every corner and in every alley as he made his way to the bottom of the bell tower. Jacob and Ben are up in this tower, I'll need to find another to lookout from. He moved out into the street and saluted the men in the tower before pointing across the street at a three story home before he sprinted quickly towards the building and getting inside before heading up the two sets of stairs. He moved furniture and barricaded himself up at the top level. "Alright, now I need to let Jacob know my position and keep an eye out for any Krauts sneaking around." He closed the door to the room and kicked a couch into it along with a bookcase to keep it shut.

Panting, James moved passed a hole in the floor and set himself up in the corner next to a small window. He grabbed his helmet and dropped it beside him, tossing in clips for his M1 and Springfield. Standing, he then stuck his fist out of the window and used military hand signals to declare his sniping point and excellent view of the layout of the town.

Jacob nodded at the hand gesture and got out a spare scope that he tucked away in his bag. Positioning it to where it would make a glare from the sun, he covered the scope twice to show that he had acknowledged Smith's position. Now diverting his attention were the Krauts that were coming ever closer to their position. "We're so not gunna make it.." Ben shouted from the door. "Ch' I ain't dying here. Especially not to a bunch of dirty Krauts.."

Smith gave a thumbs up and kissed the barrel of his Springfield before sticking it over the windowsill and looking through the scope lens to count the Infantry. "This is going to be Hell" He spat, his trigger finger already becoming itchy.

"**** I need a smoke.." He dug into his jacket pocket and pulled the last of his pack of smokes out and lit one, hunkering down into the corner and awaiting the gunfire of the battle to begin.

"No reply sir." O'Rhyne shouted. "Just static."

"Ok stay at the Hotel, corperal Bragger and privates Narol and Winchester((Another squad member(s))) will hold this place. Radio the rear for backup. Tell them we need anti-tank weapons."

"Yes sir." He saluted and turned back to the Hotel.

Seargent Mirez led his three-man squad down to a building with one side blown out and plenty of vantage ponts. Sundown approached from the building across the street. "The Nazi tanks have stopped further up the road. Probably to recieve orders. I dont know. But a scout squad of krauts will be along here in a few minutes." I'll set up in that building over there." He indicated the three story building with a gaping crater in its roof.

"Fine." Mirez said. "Take Ferka with you. He should be back with Red'damn' in a minute. I'll take this building. If your spotted we'll cover you but once those panzers get here we rig this place to blow and fall back to the Hotel."

"Right sir." Sundown said. Ferka and Redman approached. Sundown flagged Ferka and he followed him across the road.

"Wheres he going?" Redman asked as he arrived.

"To support the sniper. You get those charges set?" Mirez asked as he looked over the building they were going to occupy. It was empty but had a good vantage point for the road.

"Yeah their set. And I have to go back and get my Thompson."

'Well hurry up. We got krauts approaching fast."

James sucked in hard on his cigarette, letting a plume of smoke out of his mouth as he watched it sail across the room. "I have a bad feeling about this.." He sighed, sticking his rifle over the windowsill once again to scope ahead. "****.. Look at all those Krauts... And those Tanks.." He turned sideways and shot a gaze up to Jacob and Ben in the bell tower. "How the hell are we going to survive this?" He slung his carbine over his back and made sure his M1911A1 was securely strapped to his hip. He picked up his cases and tucked them away in his belt inside the pockets and put his helmet back on his head. They better be bringing some ****ing anti-tank weapons up here.. He thought. Or we're TOAST!

Monty took a big puff of his cigarette. It was almost out.
"Hey James! You got any more cigarettes?" Monty yelled sticking his head out again. "Hang on... I'm coming up." Monty got out of his position and jogged towards James position. After he reached James' position, Monty crouched beside him.

"What's there E.T.A.? " Monty asked, his cigarette flopping up and down. It slipped out of his mouth, and fell harmlessly to the ground."Sh!t....."

Seargent Jake crouched down behind th remains of the front and gable wall just short of the hole ripped into the building. He had a good field of fire on the road and also had the protection of the remaining wall for cover. Just behind him looking through a blackened, scorched hole; corperal Redman and private Rattenburger had the M1919A1 light anti-infantry machine gun set up on its tri-pod mount and loaded up. Redman and Rattenburger noticed Mirez looking at them and gave him grins.

"They won't expect us sir." Redman said enthusiastically as he lit up a cigarette. The plume of smoke drifted up from the rolled paper and tobacco. "We'll give 'em hell!"

"That stuff will kill ya'." The ground began to vibrate as the panzers began moving again. Jake reached for his M1. "Maybe the tanks are going ahea-" Out of the corner of his eye he saw something shining in the morning sun. Sundown was trying to signal them. Mirez waved his bayonet. Catching the suns rays. A hand stuck out the oppisite buildings top floor window in a 'V' sign. 'Two groups,' 'P' sign. 'Panzers.' Five fingers. 'Fifty troops'. "Shit...Guys we got two groups of Panzers and about fifty support infantry approaching." He raised his bayonet and signaled back.

"Shit!" Redman turned back to his M1919A1 and spat through the hole in the wall.