4th April 1945 - Slovaknarok
4th April 1945 - Slovaknarok
As the Battle for Berlin raged above them, the Slovak Cabinet had assembled in their designated broom cupboard to await the result.
It Begins. And those are not good odds to be facing any enemy, let alone the Mighty Black Bulls.
"I thought the Malars would be here for the end." Tiso said sadly.
"They didn't seem the fleeing types." Tuka agreed.
"They have not fled." Fritz reassured them. "You remember when Germany told us they had reorganised the War Minsitry."
"And we said that was a decision on a par with shuffling deckchairs on the Titanic." Tiso recalled.
"Well in that reorganisation they appointed a new Supreme Warmaster of the Reich to lead the defence of Berlin." Friz said.
"And they appointed Augustin Malar?" Tiso raised his eyebrows.
"I know he has years of fighting on the Eastern Front and was awarded the Knight's Cross. But surely they must have a better candidate?" Tuka added.
"He could never be appointed Supreme Warmaster of the Reich." Baron Von Killinger thundered.
"He hasn't been, Augustin will only be leading the Slovka HQ cadre into battle." Firtz reassured them. "Hitler appointed Gustav as Supreme Warmaster instead."
Tuka and von Killinger had a brief competition to see who could scream the most effectively, Tuka taking the edge on volume while the Baron's scream was agreed by the judges to be more demented.
General Pip showing his steely gaze and excellent hat as he prepared to face off against a particularly scruffy looking Gustav Malar. While dozens of shattered division and HQs stood in reserve, it fell to the empty shell of the two Latvian SS divisions and a handful of Fallschirmjägers to fail to defend Berlin.
After some worryingly brief and desultory shelling the door opened to reveal a pair of haggard looking Malars, who merely sadly shook their heads.
Shockingly the final battle of the Reich had been lost. It can only be assumed the solitary British casualty was a staff officer laughing himself to death at the German Order of Battle.
As the halls of the Führerbunker echoed with gun fire and explosions, the Slovak Cabinet checked their weapons and made their final preparations.
"Any last words?" Tiso asked.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Assault guns on fire in the streets of Stalingrad. I watched Stukas dive at dusk near the Moscow Gates. All those moments will be lost in time, like blitzkrieg in mud. Time to die." Augustin Malar said.
The shout of a victorious Tommies indicated the corridor outside their room had been breached. Tiso nodded.
"One last thing gentlemen, it's been emotional." He said.
So as the boot of fate kicks in the door of destiny and the No.69 hand grenade of time flies towards the targets of eternity, I notice our work here is done and we have reached the end of the AAR.
The End.
As the Battle for Berlin raged above them, the Slovak Cabinet had assembled in their designated broom cupboard to await the result.
It Begins. And those are not good odds to be facing any enemy, let alone the Mighty Black Bulls.
"I thought the Malars would be here for the end." Tiso said sadly.
"They didn't seem the fleeing types." Tuka agreed.
"They have not fled." Fritz reassured them. "You remember when Germany told us they had reorganised the War Minsitry."
"And we said that was a decision on a par with shuffling deckchairs on the Titanic." Tiso recalled.
"Well in that reorganisation they appointed a new Supreme Warmaster of the Reich to lead the defence of Berlin." Friz said.
"And they appointed Augustin Malar?" Tiso raised his eyebrows.
"I know he has years of fighting on the Eastern Front and was awarded the Knight's Cross. But surely they must have a better candidate?" Tuka added.
"He could never be appointed Supreme Warmaster of the Reich." Baron Von Killinger thundered.
"He hasn't been, Augustin will only be leading the Slovka HQ cadre into battle." Firtz reassured them. "Hitler appointed Gustav as Supreme Warmaster instead."
Tuka and von Killinger had a brief competition to see who could scream the most effectively, Tuka taking the edge on volume while the Baron's scream was agreed by the judges to be more demented.
General Pip showing his steely gaze and excellent hat as he prepared to face off against a particularly scruffy looking Gustav Malar. While dozens of shattered division and HQs stood in reserve, it fell to the empty shell of the two Latvian SS divisions and a handful of Fallschirmjägers to fail to defend Berlin.
After some worryingly brief and desultory shelling the door opened to reveal a pair of haggard looking Malars, who merely sadly shook their heads.
Shockingly the final battle of the Reich had been lost. It can only be assumed the solitary British casualty was a staff officer laughing himself to death at the German Order of Battle.
As the halls of the Führerbunker echoed with gun fire and explosions, the Slovak Cabinet checked their weapons and made their final preparations.
"Any last words?" Tiso asked.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Assault guns on fire in the streets of Stalingrad. I watched Stukas dive at dusk near the Moscow Gates. All those moments will be lost in time, like blitzkrieg in mud. Time to die." Augustin Malar said.
The shout of a victorious Tommies indicated the corridor outside their room had been breached. Tiso nodded.
"One last thing gentlemen, it's been emotional." He said.
So as the boot of fate kicks in the door of destiny and the No.69 hand grenade of time flies towards the targets of eternity, I notice our work here is done and we have reached the end of the AAR.
The End.
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