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[oom: Noone likes retreating, but there's a first time for everything.]
Three days. It had taken Easy Company at least three days to move from Eindhoven to Neunen for a battle that seemed only to last an hour. George knew that it had been longer and deadlier than what they had experienced since D-day. Even then, however, Easy had still pulled through as the winning side sending the Germans in retreat.
But not this time.
Neunen was a disaster, Eindhoven was bombed...and what did they have to account for it? A disaster that more than likely wouldn't get them to Berlin by Christmas. That was the rumbles starting amongst the men.
Stepping through a tent flap with only his helmet and carbine into what was supposed to be a makeshift aid station left the dirty, banged up, sullen faced radioman staring at the common room of Milliways. "Ah Jesus fucking Christ- not now!" Behind the sergeant the sounds of bombs going off in the distance and the flashes of light from the city of Eindhoven's fires rattled glasses closeby. This wasn't the best time for this to be happening.
Instead of turning back George moved inside, using a more than usually scruffed up jumpboot to kick the door closed behind him. Might as well make the use of a few hours rest before retreating some more...
[ooc: This is also the start of the guys night out thread. If your pup wants to join in feel free to tag at any time!]
Three days. It had taken Easy Company at least three days to move from Eindhoven to Neunen for a battle that seemed only to last an hour. George knew that it had been longer and deadlier than what they had experienced since D-day. Even then, however, Easy had still pulled through as the winning side sending the Germans in retreat.
But not this time.
Neunen was a disaster, Eindhoven was bombed...and what did they have to account for it? A disaster that more than likely wouldn't get them to Berlin by Christmas. That was the rumbles starting amongst the men.
Stepping through a tent flap with only his helmet and carbine into what was supposed to be a makeshift aid station left the dirty, banged up, sullen faced radioman staring at the common room of Milliways. "Ah Jesus fucking Christ- not now!" Behind the sergeant the sounds of bombs going off in the distance and the flashes of light from the city of Eindhoven's fires rattled glasses closeby. This wasn't the best time for this to be happening.
Instead of turning back George moved inside, using a more than usually scruffed up jumpboot to kick the door closed behind him. Might as well make the use of a few hours rest before retreating some more...
[ooc: This is also the start of the guys night out thread. If your pup wants to join in feel free to tag at any time!]