Shattering Storm
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What: AfterAction Report in the form of a light novel with some pictures and hopefully many screenshots found under spoiler tags.
When: 1944 (1945 scenario), winter. WW2
Why?: An attempt to beat the impossible and if not at least to change history.
PS: Please do PM me or write here about how I can improve my writing!
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
The AAR will mostly follow the pattern of One-Story-Post (OSP) and One-Game-Post (OGP).
While most attention will be payed to the OSPs the OGPs will include all those screenies many of you including myself like and also a few extra details from time to time.
When: 1944 (1945 scenario), winter. WW2
Why?: An attempt to beat the impossible and if not at least to change history.
PS: Please do PM me or write here about how I can improve my writing!
Chapter 1:
Shattering Storm
- IntroductionChapter 2:
Breakthrough
- Ardennes Offensive Chapter 3:
The sun sets in the west though it rises in the east
- FranceChapter 4:
In German France You surrender
- PlanningChapter 5:
Dark Thrust -- Morning Light
The USSRThe AAR will mostly follow the pattern of One-Story-Post (OSP) and One-Game-Post (OGP).
While most attention will be payed to the OSPs the OGPs will include all those screenies many of you including myself like and also a few extra details from time to time.
Our story is set at the backdrop of winter and despair. There is little to celebrate for the German people and the German nation as the holidays draw nearer. It is a most frigid winter, so different from the winters of past seasons. The trams rarely work, the shops are empty and what little festivites can be organised are under constant threat of air bombardment. For others in Europe it is as bad if not worse. The Dutch Food Crisis is being labeled a famine in the newspapers, hundreds are dying each day not from bombs or bullets but from a mix of freezing temperature and rations approaching starvation levels.
Food and supplies have instead been siphoned to the German army which stands poised for one last strike before collapsing from exhaustion.
It is to drive a wedge into the western lines occupying liberated Belgium, capture and destroy the forces there and strike against the supply depot of Brest while linking up with the remnants of Army Group Bs southern formations as they attempt to pierce the northern shroud of the alps.
To manage this their last offensive the front on the east and its soldiers will have to struggle and resist the onslaught of the great Red Army as the ubermensch their propaganda paints them to be. Although it will indeed be a bitter fight this winter will provide a eary ironic twist. As they are pushed back into firmer, more familiar soil the soldiers of what is left of the Third Reich will find themselves in a race against time. If they can hold long enough for winter and frost to embrace them - and their foes - then they might survive one more year and it will be the Russians who will get stuck in their tracks.
- "Father!" The boy screamed. - "Theres a rumble there in the forest! The trees a shaking but it seems to be coming from the east."
- "Quick son, get back in!" The father replied, droping the timber he had just collected. - "But what could it be.." he mumbled for himself.
As both of them ran towards their cabin a faint sound of logs crumbling and falling to the earth could be heard.
As they neared the door, running as fast as they could the sounds kept getting louder and louder.
- "It must be the allies! They are launching a new offensive." The boy exclaimed.
- "Hah, yes, you're right my boy. And I was worried...nevermind. We'll have to get back and pick up the wood and tools we left." He replied
- "Of course, I will! You go in and rest father. I'll get them, it's no problem".
As they boy ran off the father took off his coat and sat down at the kitchen table, turning on the radio, trying to hear if the Radio Londres, the french resistance radio broadcaster, was mentioning anything about an allied offensive or warnings to stay in-doors.
- "And now, Edith Piaf with C'est la Moindre des Choses" It replied.
- "Aah...Well it must be minor then." he said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey staring out the window looking for Jean (his son).
AAR closed until further notice!
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