Wulf vom Fernenfeld-Application

[Wu]

Username: wulf
Character Name: Wulf vom Fernenfeld
Rank: Oberleutnant-Deutsche Wehrmacht
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:

If the word “Krieg” described any life, it must have been that of Wulf vom Fernenfeld. War defined his life since he was born in the end of the First World War. No sooner had been born than had the French invaded the Saarland and left the Germans in famine, a famine that would be spent keeping a newborn alive whilst his mother died of steadily decreasing constitution. Just as political war had begun the story of this young baby’s life so had a war for food described its existence and sustenance on the streets of Saarburg where the young child was forced fight for every findable scrap of edible material in the gutters outside city hall and the churches.

It was in that time that both of Wulf’s parents died. When he was eight, Wulf’s father died when he was attacked by French soldiers who came demanding food. His father, trying to defend the last crumbs of the week’s loaf of bread, told the soldiers to leave and then proceeded to hit them as they walked in through the front door. The soldiers retaliated, shot Wulf’s father, and continued into the house before raping and shooting Wulf’s mother while the young child escaped out the back door and hid away in the catholic church where he had always gone to hide away from the horrors on the streets of the city.

The deaths of Wulf’s parents were the turning point in his life, when he was forced onto the street to fend for himself. It was not unusual; many other children were living the same way, but it was only at this time that Wulf began to understand his ability to be a ruthless fighter when it came to finding scraps of food. Now the waste outside the churches became the only source of food Wulf had and he was willing to fight and even kill for it. His first taste of death had been during his parents brutal murders, but his second came when he committed the act himself. He saw that another boy on the street, one known as Wiking, the leader of one of the children’s street gangs, run off with a scrap of chicken. Taking his chance while the other child’s back was turned, he attacked and killed him. Wulf dragged the body and dumped it in one of the garbage cans in the alleyway before taking the food and running off to his hiding place in an abandoned building near the country.

Wulf was 15 when the Nazis and their leader came to power in Berlin. That meant changes were coming. The Nazis had little presence in Saarland; it had become a haven for the leftists who were afraid of the rise of the extremist parties in the rest of Germany and particularly in Bavaria. The communist youth had been marching around Saarburg so long, Wulf understood why they would be the end of Germany. He knew why the French were an evil race and why Germany was once a great nation and how it would be once more a great nation. His salvation came in the Hitler Youth which he joined in 1933 with the help of the local NSDAP leadership, one of whom had taken Wulf in as his own, knowing that no Aryan child should be left to the streets to survive on his own. When he joined the HJ, he gave himself his own name, vom Fernenfeld, from the far field. He had come from outside and conquered the child food gangs. He had conquered himself.

From then on, Wulf walked the natural pattern of things. He went through the HJ and later went on to join the Wehrmacht just as the proper German would do. He had little interest in joining the SA or SS, since they never got any of the action that was promised by the Spanish Civil War in the Wehrmacht. He joined and was sent to Spain with a small infantry detachment to defend the German airbases. It was in the Spanish Civil War that Wulf came to learn how to kill efficiently and how to use the resources of the real fighting force. His skills grew and his leadership became more practised as he led men through the war. He rejoiced when Austria, Sudetenland, Alsace-Loraine and especially Saarland was reclaimed by Germany and remilitarized just as a real power should.

Then just as the war in Spain ended in victory, Poland attacked German East Prussia and a war began that would be the future of Germany.

Writing Sample:

”Lassen wir gehen, Männer.” The few words began a flurry of action as the platoon began loading weapons and checking gear in preparation to move out on the mission. A name had been given to this small operation, it described the situation they would be working in: Brennend Adler, Burning Eagle. They were going to raid an American fuel station, burn the fuel and kill every allied soldier that came in the way. Oberleutnant vom Fernenfeld loaded his G43 and made sure all of his equipment was ready before he and his men crawled into the half-track.

It was not long before the half-track was on its way to the American base. Keeping low, the Oberleutnant spoke to his men. ”Also Männer, Sie wissen was wir machen müssen und Sie wissen wie wir es machen müssen. Errinern Sie sich, dass wir diese Aktion so schnell wie möglich abmachen sollen und dass wir wenn möglich Informationen finden müssen. Errinern Sie sich auch, dass jede Basis einen Dienstplan hat. Wir können wissen welche Divisionen dahin gehen werden und wann. Die sind sehr wichtige Informationen. Bekomen Sie diese Informationen bevor wir wegfahren.”

The orders were given and the half-track was finally coming to the point-of-no-return. It would be ten minutes before the half-track would bust the gates of the base in and the soldiers would file out and set their timed explosives and raid the command office. A final check of weapons was made and soon the vehicle busted in through the gates. The shooting had already started when they came in and the unremarkable sound of M3 bullets began banging along the armored sides. Wulf ordered the men out of the vehicle and set the machine-gunner to work. Just after jumping off the end of the half-track, Wulf brought his rifle up to his shoulder and took aim at the allied M3 gunner who was illuminated by the fire that had already started with one of the oil barrels. The night would be no deterrence to completing the mission. He took aim down the hard sights and brought the man’s chest squarely in the sights. He pulled the trigger evenly and fired off one shot, followed by one more and a final third shot in quick succession. The man fell and the M3 shooting stopped.

By now all of the soldiers in the barracks would be wide awake. The German platoon spread out and began planting explosives at the nearest fuel tanks just as the allied soldiers came out in the their nightshirts and boxers, rifles in hand. The real shooting began and Wulf took a squad of the men and led them out from behind the still shooting half-track and around one of the supply buildings. He looked at one of the men, Steiger, and yelled ”Geh um die Ecke und wir werden Sie decken. Geh! Geh!” The soldier, without questioning, looked around the corner and jumped in the same direction to run to the end of the building as the other members of the squad, Wulf included, brought their guns around the corner and let a volley of lead loose on any allied soldier who popped his head out.

More shooting could be heard in the middle of the compound, but eh MG42 was still going strong and other soldiers MP43s could be heard firing in the distance. Wulf concentrated himself ont eh command building at the other corner of the compound across from him. He ordered another soldier to go around the corder of the supply building and start firing as he and the other squad members sprinted from one side of the compound to the other. They hid behind a couple of tank bodies and looked around at the fighting. The allies were hidden behind crates and barrels and jeeps, but had no substantial cover and no substantial fighting force. The Germans had attacked at exactly the right time.

Again, Oberleutnant vom Fernenfeld brought his rifle to his shoulder and brought another allied soldier into his sights. He pulled off two bullets and aimed at another soldier hiding behind a crate who was shooting a Thompson over the top. Three more bullets put an end to the mischief and the Oberleunant led his men to the backside of the command building, where they caught the guards off guard, firing from the other corner, two more bodies to add to the count. Now, at the back of the command building, Wulf took out one of his smoke grenades and pulled the string on the end. He took the top of the grenade smashed in the window of the command center and then threw the same grenade into the building. The smoke started seconds later.

Two members of the squad broke the door down with a couple of kicks and soon the whole squad had come to the door and fired multiple rounds into the building, making sure no survivors were left. The Oberleutnant looked around and started going through the filing cabinet in the corner and final found a sheet that seemed to detail which units were scheduled to come to the fuel depot the next day. This intel would be golden.

It was not long before the squad was back outside. They fired from the corner of the building on the backsides of the allied soldiers and placed their final charges on the remaining fuel tanks before they headed back along the side of the base and into the back of the half-track. Breathing deeply, the group waited as the half-track turned around, still shooting with the MG42 as it went back through the broken gates and pulled out about 500 meters, the longest the fuse to the detonation box would go. Wulf ordered the demolitions expert to push the plunger, which he did, and the base went up in flames. Bullets were still flying out towards the vehicle, but their effect was negligent.

It was a successful mission, to put it simply. It was not a major battle, nor a real war event with artillery and planes, but the smell of burning diesel did give one a sense of satisfaction in the early morning. Oberleutnant vom Fernenfeld was one of those people. He smiled as the wretched pile of Americanism burned into the garbage heap that defined their people. This war would be Germany’s. The young Aryan man had no doubt of it.

German translation:
”Also Männer, Sie wissen was wir machen müssen und Sie wissen wie wir es machen müssen. Errinern Sie sich, dass wir diese Aktion so schnell wie möglich abmachen sollen und dass wir wenn möglich Informationen finden müssen. Errinern Sie sich auch, dass jede Basis einen Dienstplan hat. Wir können wissen welche Divisionen dahin gehen werden und wann. Die sind sehr wichtige Informationen. Bekomen Sie diese Informationen bevor wir wegfahren.”
-Well, men. You know what we need to do and you know how we’re supposed to do it. Remember, this action needs to be fast and we need to find information. Remember, they will have a roster and we will be able to know which divisions are going there and when. It is important information and you must get it before we leave.

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Sorry it took so long.....

After Reviewing, I find that this Application is pretty good, and because we need more members, I'll accept it. Welcome to the Board.