Realistic or Modern The War That Never Ended - 1948

[idalie]

You think the war ended? Those six years were just the beginning.

1945, to us, is the year the Second World War ended. But in this reality, there was no such thing. The German war machine carried on. Instead of hastening 'final solution' and diverting needed men and supplies to the concentration camps, Hitler was advised to bulk them up to face the D-Day landings. Pulling back soldiers from the Eastern front and having Japan attack the back door of the USSR. It left the Russian advance divided, men sent into the fray as they marched on Germany and yet Japan. All the while, the process of the atom bomb has not been completed, scientists are left puzzled and the Third Reich begins to show the world a possibility that no one dared to dream of.

Churchill paces, Roosevelt is dead and replaced by the Russian hating Truman, Stalin holds the USSR in his steel grip. Political ties are beginning to strain, war has left people tired and down. Nazis are more common a sight than bread and butter.

What will happen? Is our future destined to be ruled by the Reich? Or does it hold our freedom?​

This will be primarily based in the European theatre of influence, so everyone can interact or have a chance to interact. The countries you'll be based in/fighting in will be:
- Germany
- The Netherlands
- Belgium
- France
- Northern Italy

I'll accept stranger characters being in various places, such as Gurkhas in mainland Europe etc. due to the dragging on of the war. Nevertheless, places like Holland, Vichy France, Belgium - will be mostly centres for resistance members and soldiers who are lost/remnants of their forces.

However, Northern France and the fringes of Germany will be the battlegrounds mainly for the military. Don't forget! Even if the military presence is lacking, allies and axis will have regular bombing runs. Friendly fire or not, duck and cover (As GM I'll control random events such as this (; so hold onto your hats)

Women are allowed! Although, not in frontline combat, thus the roles are as follows:
- SNIPER
- FRONTLINE NURSE/MEDIC
- CIVILIAN/RESISTANCE

RULES:
- Be realistic
- Don't be a dick
- If it gets too steamy, fade to black/take it somewhere else
- If you're a mary sue, I'll kick your face
Etc. Etc.​

CS | OOC​

 

[Minyari]

11:42 AM CET, September 1st, 1948
Cabourg, Western France
Paul "Fierce" Fischer
Oberfeldwebel (Master Sergeant)
3. Zug, Infanterie-Regiment 3

The rays from the ball engulfed in flames light years away shine upon Paul's face as they pass through little pockets in the branches of the tree he was laying under. Slowly opening his eyes and embracing a ray of light into his eyes, quickly closing them as he begins to sit up against the tree. The vibration against the ground becomes more and more vibrant as the sounds of vehicles move towards him. Opening his eyes again, the vibrant colors of autumn begin to unfold. Leaves turning red and orange as well as a soft sea breeze brushing against his face. Taking and unfolding his field cap from his pant's pocket, placing it on his head and adjusting it before standing up and brushing the dirt off of himself. The column of vehicles would be in speaking range now, the lead vehicle stopping before Paul as he walks closer to the road to confront the vehicle with his MP-40 in hand.

The lead vehicle being a volkswagen kübelwagen with the usual grey paint. Upon reaching conversation distance, the passenger seat in the back would be inhabited by an officer with Major insignias. Quickly snapping to a half assed salute, "What can I do for you, mein offizier?", in a gruff tone. The Major saluted back, asking for directions for his battalion to a nearby town. Paul gave precise directions as well as check points that will make sure the Major would arrive at the correct destination. The Major gave his thanks, saluting the man, and ordering his battalion to continue on the road. Trucks filled with at least 10 men each followed pursuit, waving to Paul. Waving back, Paul went back to the tree, grabbing his field pack beginning his march on the road to his destination. Only a kilometer out, Paul reported to the town hall as ordered.

Climbing the steps into the town hall, many soldiers running past him in and out of the town hall. It was transformed into a battalion headquarters for his unit. The sound of radio operators and the bustling papers filled the area. Paul questioned a soldier where the battalion commander was, reporting to his office on the second floor. Knocking on the door, "Major. Oberfeldwebel Fischer reporting as ordered, mein herr." Quickly allowed permission to enter, the Major gave the Oberfeldwebel his orders. "You are to lead the platoon of Volkstrum being assigned to our battalion. I trust you and only you to lead these kids." Paul nodding, quickly leaving upon having his orders and being excused with further information about the battle plans. Paul awaited at the front of the town hall, pipe in mouth as he awaited for the platoon to report.​

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[Pilgrim59]

Replacements
September 1, 1948 - 11:43:31 CET
Cabourg, Western France
Hans Weber
Gruppenfuhrer (Corporal)
712th Volkssturm Legionen


DRUM DRUM DRUM DRUM DRUM

The familiar sounds of the Wehrmacht's finest waltzed past the town hall, which were decorated with bright ensigns of the Empire. The crimson banners waved at the passing soldiers, with the latter's multitude of boots made drums of the cobbled roads, as they make their way to their next destination. The glories of the empire had faded as the disciplined steps of the regular infantry were replaced by a dispersed steps of an unruly mob. Their steps misaligned, their songs all jumbled, and their arms mismatched like their apparels. There were laughter between them, well-concealed from their superiors, among their other discrepancies.

"...Nein nein... I keep telling you, we have the entire Danish coast mined. There's no way Tommies and Yankees will blitz their way in."
"What about the war at sea? The Kriegsmarine aren't doing so well from what I heard from mein bruder."
"They must be hogging all the good things. Why do you think we're using the last war's equipment? Look at our Gruppenfuhrer Hans, he has a bayonet to accomodate his maschinepistole! A bayonet!"

The platoon chuckled a bit, as Hans turned over his shoulder and smirked slightly, patting his sheathed bayonet, strapped to his gear webbing.

"Vatt do you guys think our new offizier will be like?"
"Nothing short of Oberfeldwebel Schumann, I hope. The old man passed out while we secured the town all by ourselves!"
"That must be him. Ze ein with the pipe. Scheisse! He's looking this direction!"
"Los! Achtung! Be on your best behavior, kamaraden, and maybe he won't ask us to dig ze trenches, ja?"
"Jawohl..."

The atypical platoon, spearheaded by the young face of their corporal Hans Weber, headed towards the town hall. Their sudden silence and orderly marching briefly hid their intractability. To the group of militia, temporal works and improvisation reign supreme over the conventional indoctrination of ideological struggles. Hans knew this, and have made no further attempts to try to change his comrades' mindset, and proceeded to go with the flow. With every step they take towards the town hall, Hans gripped tightly on his MP18's straps, while his eyes studied the man's gesture and collar insignias before approaching the man.

"Gruppenfuhrer Weber, 712th Volkssturm Bataillon, reporting for duty, Oberfeldwebel!"

Hans saluted, as he stood at attention, awaiting further orders from the man whose pipe had kept him occupied with his thoughts.

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[Minyari]

11:44 AM CET, September 1st, 1948
Cabourg, France
Paul "Fierce" Fischer
Oberfeldwebel (Master Sergeant)
3. Zug, Infantrie-Regiment 3

Paul continued smoking his pipe, checking his watch before looking back up into one of the roads leading to the town hall. A platoon of boys would be seen marching towards him, their civilian clothes mixed in with garrison caps and Great War equipment. Paul raised a brow, clearly a unique task has been given to him and he had a plan to whip these boys into men. The platoon formed in front of him, their leader stepping forward and addressing his name and unit. Paul continued to lean against the wall, taking the pipe out of his mouth as he exhales a breath of smoke upwards. Upon completing his deep exhale he looked back down into the eyes of the youngster, staring deep into the Gruppenfuhrer's soul before giving him a quick, lazy salute back.

"Order the platoon to ready for inspection in five minutes.", the Oberfeldwebel ordering the Gruppenfuhrer in his gruff stance and crisp, decisive tone.

Paul would now be face to face with the boy, staring at him, awaiting the boy's relay of orders.

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