Hot day in Africa (Open to Allies)

[Allen Kimball]

Allen Kimball sat up in his bed, in the barrack, he yawned and stood up, there were only a few other soilders here. Remebering were he was, on the West coast of Africa, he sighed, "Damn, its hot." He did not even bother to put his field out fit on, well not the jacket anyway. Allen exited the Barracks tent, wearing his boots, field pants, and the white under tee-shirt, he seen alot of the troopers were. A gurrnie with an injured soilder wheeled past by him, nearly running his foot over, Allen Just shrugged at that and said to himself "Better you then me."

He went out to the field, he wanted to play some ball, he seen there was not much training equitment here, men were benching BARs and other heavy wepons. Men were using a rag-tag ball to play basket ball, and the Baskets were just buckets on some metal fold up chairs, Allen ran over to the men playing,
Allen shouted "Hey! Guys! Can I join?"
The other soilders stopped, looked at each other and just laughed, A seargent named Killinger said "Sorry, new meat, we wouldnt want to make this game unfair." Killinger Laughed and went back to the game. Allen stood there, pretty pissed at them, there were five players, it would have been fair.

Allen Kicked up some sand and started to walk away, but then a muscular africain americain, one of the biggest guys there, stood up from benching a tank wheel, and tossed Allen a BAR and gestured to the mat next to the one he was laying down, the man said "Bench"
Allen stood there for a good minute, but then layed down next to the man, who was continued benching the tank wheel, The man continued "My name is Elijah Peterson, Rank, Corpral, and dont worry about them guys, they think there big dogs because they can boss us around, they always think the nurses at the medical tent are checking them out, but its the guys lifting the weights there really intrested in" Elijah smirked and gestured his head to the two nurses over by the medical tent looking over in this direction, when Allen looked they turned away and giggled.
"Us?" Allen starting to bench the BAR.
"Yeah" Elijah said, starting to bench faster, "Anyone can toss a ball into a bucket and call themselves the next allstar, but you need to have real body mass to impress the good market, thoose girls over there dont like men who play with balls, they like the heavy duty, all americain, can beat the heall outta anything soilder."
Allen smirked, he liked Elijah, Allen was only in africa for a few days now and did not really make any contact with anyone, he was to busy hearing basic rules, and combat procedures from his commanding officer, he started to bench faster aswell, but when he looked over at the the nurses were being shouted at by a medic, as another trooper was being rolled in, looking badly injured. "Whats with all the injured troops?" Allen asked.
"Somthing with an armor division being jumped by a larger Panzer division. Looks bad, only a few came back so far with just scratches." Elijah replied.
Allen looked over back at the medical tent, and wondered what happend, he tried to brush the eerie feeling off but it stuck with him, he stopped benching and sat up, still looking at the tent, Elijah looked at Allen confused, "This really what I signed up for?" Allen asked himself.

[Wiktor Boguslaw]

Wiktor was hot, sweaty, and covered in blood. Sitting atop his Sherman tank did little to hide this in the blazing sun of the African desert. He had just taken part of a particularly large skirmish with a German Panzer division a few miles in the desert. Although Wiktor himself was not part of the division that was ambushed, he had been patrolling the area with a platoon from the 1st Armored, and seeing the distress the friendly division was in, he had ordered his group to join the fight. Although one Sherman, a halftrack, and 24 soldiers was little to stop the bloodshed, he had rescued one platoon and helped secure a retreat by the division. Now he was rolling back into the base following a group of weary and bloodied men, all that was left of the attack.

The scene was somber at best. As Wiktor glanced around his blue eyes were slightly filled with tears. Here and there men were being carried away towards the overflowing and over worked infirmary and field hospital, some merely bloodied, others missing entire limbs. Wiktor had been lucky to escape any serious injury, the blood he had on him was mostly from a small bullet wound in his arm and a scratch on his forehead. His platoon was also relatively in good shape compared to the rest, with no KIA’s and with only two in some form of serious injury, but both had good chances of recovery.

The Sherman came to a sudden halt as a group of jeeps and halftracks drove past the front of them. The base was in a general buzz at the moment, orders were being sent and defense postures being prepared. No one knew for sure, but the possibility of the Panzer division coming for this base was higher than one would be comfortable with. Wiktor ordered his platoon to depart for the barracks, clean up, get any injuries checked out, then to take the rest of the day off. He then ordered his crew to drive the Sherman back into the garage, and then do likewise as the soldiers.

Wiktor himself headed towards his officers quarters at the center of the base. After delivering his after action report, (having been part of the battle), to his CO, who wasn’t looking quite thrilled at the moment, Wiktor found himself at his bedside, washing himself and changing his close. He bandaged up his wound on his arm, and cleaned the wound on his forehead. After doing this he stripped off his blood stained uniform and grabbed a new one, clean from any violence. After doing this he generally tidied himself up, although he still wore a rattle expression, something that would not disappear for likely a few days.

Wiktor exited his quarters and began walking around the compound, trying to shake off his feelings. He avoided the areas for medical practices; he did not wish to view the casualties once more. Instead he headed for the recreation area, a place for the soldiers to unwind and relax. He arrived at the place a few minutes later after an uneventful walk. Having arrived he sat himself down at a small bench that was located to the side. A group of soldiers were playing a game of basketball, some American game that Wiktor still didn’t understand, and the soldiers improvising the materials didn’t help much either. There was also two soldiers weight lifting, and others just wandering about. How peaceful they seem, thought Wiktor, but for how long? How long until they too feel the effects of war?

[Allen Kimball]

Allen was done benching the BAR, he set it off to the side, and wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He looked back at the medical tent, he was consernd about the men, he seen a medic storm out of the tent, with a pissed off expression on his face, Allen heard the medic shout "Son of a-! I hate Panzers!"

Allen sighed sadly and seen Wiktor, sitting on a bench, he noticed he was injured aswell, Allen thought to himselfWonder if he was in that battle.
Allen looked Elijah and said Im going to go talk to that guy Allen points at Wiktor.
Elijah just nods and tosses the tank wheel off to the side, and leaves back to the Barracks.

Allen walked over, seeing that Wiktor was a 1st Lutenit, Allen Saluted and said "Sir. Permission to sit, sir"

((OOC: Sorry would put more, but the higher rank thing threw me off))

[Wiktor Boguslaw]

Wiktor glanced upwards and spotted a soldier coming his way. The soldier was one of the two he had seen earlier working out, and indeed the man seemed quite physically fit. As the man approached Wiktor he quickly stopped and saluted him, most likely after discovering that Wiktor was an officer. As the soldier stood there for a moment, requesting to sit down, Wiktor had to smile. Everyone that knew him at the base knew that Wiktor was one of the most laid back, if not the most laid back officer around. Other officers would demand there squad to clean their barracks, do his laundry, then say they were too slow and demand 100 pushups. Wiktor merely said he wanted the barracks cleaned, he did his own laundry, and he trusted his men to keep themselves in top condition. This amount of trust and companionship made the soldiers under his command admire Wiktor.

Figuring this soldier was new; Wiktor glanced up at him and smiled. “Of course you may sit down, I do not think you need my permission for something such as this?” Wiktor moved over slightly and allowed the soldier to sit down. While doing so Wiktor quietly studied the soldier. He was a private, which confirmed Wiktor suspicions that this soldier was indeed new, at least to the African front. He also noticed that he was quite physically fit, and that he seemed a little lost, possibly by the entire bustle in the base. More likely however it was caused by the arrival of so many casualties. New soldiers became appalled when they viewed such bloodshed for the first time, and Wiktor knew that this man was still new to such horrors.

Wiktor glanced back at the soldier who had seated himself on the bench. “What can I do for you soldier?”

OOC: I'm sorry my post is short, and probably not in the best quality, but with exams starting tomorrow I didn't have much time.

[Allen Kimball]

Allen smiled, liking how this officer acted. Not so up-tight like most other officers. This officer even had a kind feeling about him, he was actully approachable.
Allen wipped sweat off his forehead again, and taken a seat next to the officer. He then looked back at the medical area, another trooper was being wheeled to the area, Medics already treating him as they moved.
Allen sighed sadly, and looked back at the Officer "Sir? What the hell happend there?"
Allen, wiping again more sweat off his forehead, the heat starting to annoy him, he pondered to himself. Mabye I should not have asked him that
Just then Allen's squad commander, Seargent McCollum, Whistled to Allen and shouted "Hey, newbie, breifing, 20 minutes, I want you to be there. We need to watch out for that Panzer Division!"
Allen Noded and replied "Sir yes sir!"
Allen looked back to the Officer, "Well if your going to tell me, tell me now."
Allen noticed the soldiers on the feild leaving, running back to the Barracks, getting ready for the possible attack, or going out to scout the area.
Elijah, throwing the tank wheel away, shouted to Allen "Hey, man! Come on, we need to get going!"
Allen just waved him away, Elijah shrugged and ran to the Barracks.
"This place gets busy fast.." Allen said to himself.