WW2 roleplay

"Feldmarschal Bastian!", a German soldier shouted. "Amerikaner!"

Field marshal Bastian Gerkaut looked at the soldier standing in the entrance to his tent. Coded papers littered his desk, frantic lines were made between symbols at the marshal's vain attempt at cracking them.

"Americans?", Bastian asked in disbelief. He moved towards the entrance, but found nothing in the darkness of the night.
"Where were they spotted?"

"American spies were caught near our docks.", the soldier said. "They were sending a message. I have it here.."

The soldier handed the marshal papers with even more codes than the ones that were on the desk. These were different however.

"This is the key!", Bastian shouted. In a single step he was at the desk, scribbling frantically. "It makes sense! Warn the men, there is going to be an attack within the hour."

"Yes sir!", the soldier shouted, leaving.

"They should have attacked three hours ago....", Bastian said to himself, reaching into his desk for his P08 Parabellum(Luger).

Staff Sergeant Laurence Keys signaled his squad to move forward. The five men crept through the thick foilege overlooking the kraut encampment. He doouble checked his tommy gun, to make sure it was clean and ready to fire, and loaded his colt. Private Simmons, the radioman, crawled up to him and said "Sir, the platoon is in position. Waiting for your signal to attack sir."

Laurence heaved the bazooka over his shoulder, aiming at the camps ammunition dump. "Take this, ya dirty krauts." He fired, and the rocket flew, hitting its target, lighting up the whole camp. Releasing a tremendious cry, his platoon ran down the slope, gunning down fleeing germans in the initial confusion. The battle had begun.

Major Dave Bradshaw was flying with his wingman in new P-51 Mustangs escourted a flight of bombers towards Berlin. The flight was a routine flight from London to Berlin then back and they had encountered little resistance. Upon reaching Berlin The bombers started their bombing run and for the first 2 minutes it went smoothly but suddenly a squadron of Me-262s came out of nowhere and attacked the bombers. The Major and his wingman tried to defend the bombers but where shot down. Both the major and his wingman made it to the ground safely but where behind enemy lines...

Fire was spreading throughout the camp, and men bringing water were sniped down before the water cooled the beast.

"Feldmarschal!", a soldier shouted into the tent. "Americans are assaulting the camp!"

"I see that!", Bastian shouted back. "Get me a panzer. I need to get this code to Berlin."

Hollow shells could be heard over the screams of men and the roaring of a nearby fire. Bastian folded the code carefully and placed it in his pocket, and folded as many as the others as he could and stuffed them in his shoe before putting it back on.

A dull rolling sound came from behind the tent, followed by the ripping of the canvas.

"This way."

As the major touched down he pulled out his side arm and jumped into a building and signaled his wingman to do the same. As the major's wingman entered the buildin he closed and locked th door to keep them safe for a little bit. After the door was locked both if the two proceeded down the hallway towards a room where they heard a sound. As they entered the room a shot was fired by a German radio operator. The 2 took cover behind the wall and fired blindly towards the German. One of the shots hit its mark and injured the German fataly. The 2 re entered the room and took his radio equiptment so they could contact the allies. The major took his luger because it was a special crafted gold plated gun that had more ammo than his pistol. The 2 stayed the day in the house before movin out at night...

Laurence took cover behind a trio of steel drums, as three german soldiers pinned him down with mg42 fire. He grabbed a grenade from the body of a private next to him and threw it at the machine gunners. He watched, through a gap in the barrels, as the grenade soared through the air and hit the gunner on the nose. His screams were drowned out by the roar of the grenade. Laurence cautiously stood up, and saw what looked like a command tent. "Francis! Bill! Get over here, I need some help!", shouted Laurence as two soldiers ran over to help him enter the tent.

Laurence whipped out his knife, inserted it into the tent, and pulled down, creating a wide opening in the tent. Laurence saw a radio set, an array of maps on a table, and a german officer stuffing codes into his boots.

Bastian lifted his P08 to fire, but another American caught him blind sided. A brief struggle ensued, but ended quickly with Bastian being handcuffed.

"Scheiße!", he shouted. Bastian looked at the men around him. They had on dogtags, and it was easy to see the names on them.

"Der Führer übergibt nie, du wird besiegt!", Bastian shouted.

"Didn't you Germans learn the first time?", Bill asked, smiling.