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"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

kingkonrad said
Exactly. I mean, the reason that Scott is advancing right now is because there are very scattered paras, but there are a lot more dropping in, and no doubt, will come to this drop zone to reinforce it and basically overwhelm it. Which is basically when they do leg it.

Did Dimitri go on without Alexios?

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So am I allowed to go full World War 1 infantry charge, soldiers running across the field and storming the enemy? Preferably screaming out the Greek national anthem?

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Sturmgeschutz said
For reference, Myles is referring to kingkonrad's character when saying "Australian".

Uh, I like how Myles' playing on Alexios' patriotism. How can any proud Greek reject such suggestion?

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

The silence of the North Sea enveloped the two black figures passing through the water, insignificant compared to the vastness of the entire ocean, and all the water on the planet. It was a time for thinking, both for Swordfish and Stürm Adler. His mistress, and hopefully soon to be Mrs. Hensmann after the war, had made quite a show on her first mission, and he couldn't help but feel oh so proud of her. His little Irish fox, a beauty to behold, death if she wanted to kill you. And for all that was good in the world, he wanted her to stay alive, knowing how easy it was to die in this war, so many things that could go wrong.

The same thoughts passed through his mind as they placed themselves inside the airlock, ordering the captain to pump out the water. Stürm Adler, or Rudolf as he now could be called again, felt the pressure drop, and his armour slowly straightening itself out again to its normal form. While they still had a few moments of peace, Rudolf placed his steel hand on Victoria's shoulder. "I love you."

Rudolf didn't need to say anything more before they stood in the armoury, greeted by Hans who asked the obvious question, though it was a little funny. "Best in my life, never want to do it again." Rudolf answered Hans, starting the procedure of taking off the armour, which was never an easy task. He'd done in a hundred times in his life, so all it took was some time, but he always got it off. "Does that surprise you? I never wanted to serve in the Kriegmarine. We might be the elite, but these men have balls bigger than, well, you know what, Victoria" Rudolf said jokingly, yet teasingly, to Victoria, his eyes clearly fixed on her certain features. "They live with the fear of drowning, constantly. If shit hits the fan, sailors don't have anywhere to run. All that is left for them is the sea, their graves."

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kingkonrad said
Being with the old man was not something that pleased Dimitri entirely, but he knew that he perhaps was a little better versed in war. Looking back, he shook his head, but looked to the Fez-wearing Greek, then looking to the gun."Can't be that hard, we need a healthy supply of 40mm shells and to man the cranks." Dimitri said, then looking up, the sight of planes and paratroops coming down, as he stepped into the small battery, looking at it."Fucking hell." He simply said, looking to Alexios, then back up at the sky, as he put his Bren down at the front."Borrow this if you need to, fire on anything that pisses us off sufficiently. Let's fire this thing up." He said, grabbing the cranks, quickly moving them into position, about 60 degrees the sky, towards the landing area's direction."Load shell...fire!" He yelled, aware that they had to fire off a lot of these, the flak attuned to go off at about 500m or so- a close by shower that would kick off any low flying transports.

Alexios nodded, and gave Dimitri a few pats on the shoulder. "Excellent, I'll get you the shells you need, as long as you send the Germans to Hell.". The young Greek soldier quickly proceeded to man the Anti-Air Gun, but they no time to simply watch, as the German paratroopers could be seen falling from the sky. Alexios had never in his whole life seen anything like it, the wars he'd fought was the wars of the old guard, the kind of war the Germans and Italians refused to play these days. As Dimitri opened fire with the AA-weaponry, Alexios slung
the British machine gun he'd been handed, and started moved down the line.
"Stand your ground, my fellow soldiers! Do not let the Germans take one inch of our ancient motherland, stop them at all costs! For centuries, Greece was under the iron rule of heathens and conquerors. This will not happen again, not while we fight for our liberty, no more!" He shouted out in Greek, the response varying. Some of the Greeks shared his sense of patriotism, while others quietly stared at the front for paratroopers. "You and you, come with me, we need to find shells for that gun, ella ella!"

One of the Bredas they had driven luckily had a few crates of the 40mm shells Dimitri requested, but even for a hardened man like Alexios, it wasn't painless to carry it back to the frontline. And the sight of endlessly falling paratroopers did little to boost moral. The sudden sight of movement on Alexios' left flank however was something different. They had just gotten the crates to their AA-gun when the section under control of a British sergeant, Harris he thought was his name, had climbed over their own defences and advanced towards the enemy. It reminded him of the battles of the Balkan Wars, men charging across open fields to face the enemy face to face. And he was darn close to ordering a counter attack himself, hadn't it been for the angry British officer legging it down his line.
-"Who is the bloody commanding officer here?" The angry Britishman shouted out, and Alexios stepped up to him.

"I am, Sergeant Stathos. We follow and join counter attack, Sir?" Alexios asked, though he realized what the answer would be just as the words left his mouth.

-"God damnit, no! Hold the line, that's your orders! Where is Hedger?!" Lieutenant Bailey kept on shouting, before he kept running down the line to where the other British troops were. To Alexios it would have been logical to follow up on the counter attack, drive the Germans out of their positions and scatter them. Then again, he had his orders, and shouted out to the Greeks to hold their positions. In the sky, he still saw more paratroopers descend from the planes, and put down the LMG Dimitri gave him earlier. He took his old rifle, an Austro-Hungarian Mannlicher-Schönauer with the same scope he used first 20 years ago, still as good as it used to be. Taking aim, he fired a shot at a descending paratrooper, the 6.5×54 piercing his body just underneath the chest.

"Be careful for friendly fire. Our British friends might return in our direction."

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I wouldn't mind some guerilla warfare myself, blowing up some bridges and kidnapping a few German officers.

Edit: Also debating whether Alexios shall join the glorious charge or keep the sector defend.

"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

Seen as more people are having second characters, would you advise me to cook up a new one too?

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Dinh AaronMk said
I greatly question the reading ability of most people here. If you'd just go through that "massive" bit of text in the second post...

For you information I read it twice, and I understood perfectly well that you wrote William killed Churchill, but that isn't the issue. The issue is the fact that William killed Churchill which I say for us all was not expected at all (Say for the Sturmgeschutz of course).

And just to be clear, don't act like we're all morons when we ask a simple question. Thank you.

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Polyphemus said
Okay, I just want to make sure I understand this- we're in an alternate history where Winston Churchill was assassinated by a German agent?

I must throw my curiosity, and quite a bit of confusion too, into the fray; Is Churchill dead, did they pull a "The Eagle has landed" operation where it was merely a decoy and the real Churchill is alive?

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The clear sky above Crete would normally have been a good sign, the hot sun and blue sky warming every soul and smile on the island. On a day like this, the inhabitants of Crete would have gone fishing, work in the fields and all went to church later, before coming home and all enjoying a pleasant meal, surely with a few pints of Greek beer to cool themselves. This could have been a day like that. But from what heard in the driver's seat of the first Breda of the small convoy headed for Heraklion, this was nothing close to it. And one would see that the trucks were all shit.

As the first Breda truck parked beside Second Lieutenant Myles Hedger's truck, a very, very angry Greek man stepped out of the truck and continued on about his ranting, in Greek of course. "...and if I ever again had to choose between this piece of crap Italian shit and a Turkish mule, I would burn the mule and shoot the truck! I tell you, I have never driven a worse car in all my life, and I've done this close to 30 years, and never has a truck broken down so many times..." The ageing Greek man kept on, letting his anger out on the truck by kicking the front tire, the hood, and the front of it. Alexios cared little if they had to use them again, if so, he'd prefer to walk with his own two feet, at least they worked.

Alexios eventually calmed down again, at least enough not to shoot the truck, and assembled with the rest of the platoon under command of Second Lieutenant Myles. He heard some of the words the other British officer said rather angry, English wasn't his best language but he had picked up bits and bobs through his life. What he understood was "...third rate platoon...", figuring that they were said platoon, and to some extent it was true. They were men in all ages and occupations, all with varying amounts of experience in war, but they were the last they had.

Suddenly Second Lieutenant Myles called out for Alexios, and he jogged up to him to get his orders. "Yes, Sir?" He was told to take a section and defend the northern defences of their flank. Alexios nodded and turned around to take command of one section, containing both British and Greek troops. "Men, follow me." He shouted at them, first in Greek, and then in English as he realized the British knew very few words of Greek, save from the casual gesture of "Hello., Good morning., What's the time? and of course, One beer.".

As they made their way to their positions, Alexios turned around and grabbed the shoulder of a Greek soldier. "Dmitri Costas? Do you know how to operate one of those Anti-Aircraft guns? I have never used any such thing, and can't show the others how to." He quietly said to Dmitri, lifting up the red fez he wore to scratch his balding head. Back in the old wars he had killed Turks and Bulgarians alike, but this would be the first time he'd kill a German. To him they must have been just like Austrians, only worse. And he hated Austrians.