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Post by Johan Dieter on Nov 12, 2008 16:43:52 GMT -5
The Brothers Dieter October 1939 Johan made his way into his private quarters after returning from headquarters. He was pleased at his new promotion to SS-Scharführer and especially of his command in the 1st Fallschirmjager Division. He poured himself a small glass of brandy before settling down into a wooden chair. He sipped once then placed the glass on the plain wooden table next to the chair. So, this was it. Germany had gone to war with Poland and true to their word this time, Britain and France had declared war on Germany. The media was in a favorable uproar over the swift victory against Poland. Johan himself was very impressed and pleased with the performance of the German military against the Polish. Still, he was a bit hesitant about taking on the western powers. He could still remember the stories his parents used to tell and recall his food scarce childhood. Johan was, deep down inside, fearful that such a defeat could happen again. As long as France loomed in the west it would not leave him. However, he now had something new to deal with. He had a new platoon to command and the work to be done with it. Win or lose, he would serve this country to the fullest. TBC-
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Bernhard Dieter
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Post by Bernhard Dieter on Nov 13, 2008 1:31:16 GMT -5
Bernhard still had his orders in his hand grinning like a school boy, dressed in his uniform looking rather smart as he thought. It had been easy to locate his brother's quarters and rapped lighlty on the door. When his brother opened the door Bernhard was still grinning. "I received my orders!" He held up his papers for a moment. "You are now looking at 2nd Lieutenant Bernhard Dieter, CO of 2nd Infantry Platoon." Without asking if he could come in Bernhard walked passed his brother and took the nearest seat with a grin still on his face. "I meet my platoon for the first time tomorrow." He eyed the brandy thoughtfully but let his brother offer him a glass before just taking it. "I can't wait to face the English. I'm not to worried about the French. They'll be push overs like the Polish! I'm excited about training with my platoon. I like the sound of that, MY platoon. "How are you Johan?" Bernhard finally stopped talking, still grinning at his brother
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 17:29:55 GMT -5
PVT. Reinard walked up to johan door and knocked when johan answered he asked if he could come in to talk to his new commander (johan). he congratulated berhnard on his promotion and new squad
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 18:20:21 GMT -5
he asked johan "sir, may i come in?"
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Post by Johan Dieter on Nov 13, 2008 18:26:54 GMT -5
Johan was just settling into his thoughts when there came a knock at his door. He quickly moved to answer it and was overwhelmed by his brother's excitement. He only time enough to place a smirk on his face before Bernhard pushed his way into the small quarters.
Johan closed the door and made his way over to where the bottle of brandy sat. "Drink?" he asked. He then made up the drink as Bernhard found a seat and told his little story about defeating the French. He gave Bernhard the drink and snatched his and sipped before speaking.
"Congratulations on the position," he said sipping once more. "As for me, I am doing quite well. Got my own command just recently as well." Before he could complete his thought, there came another knock on the door. Johan answered it and was a bit taken aback by the sight of a private standing there.
"Hello there, private. Won't you come in?" He stepped aside and allowed the private entry. "I have only two chairs, but feel free to sit anywhere you can find a stable surface. My brother and I were just congratulating one another on our new positions and his promotion. What about yourself? Anything to contribute for congratulations?"
TBC-
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 18:29:07 GMT -5
"thank you sir," Reinard sat near one of the chairs and said "yes i do sir, i recently got skilled marksman
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 18:34:23 GMT -5
he noticed the brandy "may i have a drink sir i am parshed" "but as i was saying i needed to talk to you sir" "we dont have many men in our platoon compared ot other platoons we need to recruit"
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Post by ∬:Rolf Blauvelt on Nov 13, 2008 18:48:02 GMT -5
Rolf Blauvelt was examining the officer barracks. He had heard that they were a lot better than the regular barracks. That was the reason why he stayed in the regular barracks. He didn't want to get too soft, and have blubber that would slow him down. He guessed that was one of the reasons his privates liked him so much. He saw a private enter a living room, and went to see what was going on in there. He walked over to the room, grabbing a bottle of champagne that had been left on a small table on the way to the room. He knocked on the door, and when he didn't receive an answer, he went in unannounced. He saw two officers, and a private, celebrating something over a bottle of brandy. He went in, and said to them, "Hey Rolf!(Rolf Reinard). How are you. Who are these two guys, and why are you celebrating? We reach the eastern border of Poland yet?" He had a big smile on his face as he said this.
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Post by Austin on Nov 13, 2008 19:14:18 GMT -5
Remember to pleas try and keep all posts to a minimum, of 5-10 Lines
Thanks,
~Austin!
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 20:19:03 GMT -5
"no not yet but they are celbrating promotions and im good thanks for asking how r u" said reinard
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Post by ∬:Rolf Blauvelt on Nov 13, 2008 20:45:44 GMT -5
"No not yet, but they are celebrating promotions. I'm good. Thanks for asking. How are you?" said Reinard. Rolf smiled and set the champagne on a table in the room. "I am good Rolf. I'm very surprised that we didn't break through Poland and invade Russia yet. I was expecting a weaker Poland. I guess you can't assume an enemy's defences just by one report. Anyway, we're making great progress, and will be to Russia in a few days. Who are the other officers, and what did they get promoted to?" Rolf asked all three of them really, even though he was mainly responding to Reinard's question. He grabbed the brandy and a glass, and poured out a glass, downing the glass in one gulp.
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 20:49:14 GMT -5
"i honestly don't know ha ha ha ha" said Reinard " we should've broke thorugh poland all they are is a bunch of pole resistance anyway" so what do ya want to do rolf"
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Post by ∬:Rolf Blauvelt on Nov 13, 2008 21:13:26 GMT -5
"Hey, like I said, even if they aren't trained, sometimes quantity beats quality. The Yanks prooved it in their war against England. Lets see, first, I want to find some Stroh 80, then drink the whole 1/2 liter bottle in toasts to victory in Poland, Russia, and the rest of Europe and North Africa, and then have an omlette. What do you want to do this fine night, and why don't we wait for those two gentlemen to finish talking." Rolf took another glass of brandy, and gulped it down.
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Post by Rolf Reinard on Nov 13, 2008 21:16:12 GMT -5
"i have a bottle of vodka in my barracks ill go grab it for ya rolf, i found it while walkign round base one day" said Reinard but knowign deep down he took ti form rolfs stuff and didnt tell him
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Post by ∬:Rolf Blauvelt on Nov 13, 2008 21:24:35 GMT -5
"Ok. You go grab the vodka. I'll see if we got any Stroh 80 in the fridge." He saw Reinard walk off, and looked in the fridge. The fridge was full of alcohol from all parts of the world. There was even a bottle with a dead centipede in it. Rolf looked and looked, until way in the back, he found some Stroh 80. He grabbed it, took a shot glass, and poured out some. He drank it, and coughed. It was stronger then he remembered it being. 'Oh well,' thought Rolf. 'I can't wait to see Rolf's face when he drinks some of this.
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