maniacalmonkey
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Joined: 7/5/2002 From: The Netherlands Status: offline
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Colonel Affe raised the heavy binoculars to his eyes and scanned the field one more time. His officers had left the Command Post to join their units, as battle was about to begin. Affe was worried - he had taken his abteilung from Germany to France, then Russia, then back to France, and now nearly back to Germany. Over the past month, since Rommel's marvellous "Atlantikwal" had collapsed like limp spätzle, they had been engaged in one fighting retreat after the other. Now he would do battle as it was supposed to be - resolute, aggressive, powerful. They were making a stand in the area near Monkeyville - what idiot had come up with that name, he wondered? - to safeguard the further rerteat of the entire division. To this end his superiors had been kind enough to attach several more units to his depleted abteilung, and to bring his own companies back up to combat strength. But, still, it was a large area to fight in, and his kampfgruppe was dangerously stretched. At least from what sketchy intelligence reports he had received, he could make up that the enemy force was in not much better shape. But of course, he thought bitterly, they had several key advantages. They had tanks and advanced equipment in numbers that the Wehrmacht hadn't even been able to dream of for years. Their soldiers were young and green, quite convinced that they were immortal and willing to take risks where veterans would fall back. Affe's men had seen too much over the past five years, they were weary and very well aware of their mortality. But still, they were good soldiers, men of iron - if a bit rusty. Faint whistles sounded overhead - the artillery barrage had begun. Affe made his way back into the dugout and checked the clip of his Luger. *** The Germans have finished deploying and are quite anxious to go to war. Best of luck to you, Sonni!
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When cities burn and armies turn, and flee in disarray, Cowards will cry 'tis best to fly and fight another day, But warriors know it in their marrow when they die and fall, It is better to have fought and lost than not have fought at all.
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