All Quiet on the Eastern Front
Rolling Thunder
The night was dark, the trench was filled with soldiers sleeping not watching for any signs of Russian soldiers.
Through his binoculars Hans Kristoph Kuptmann, Oberst of an SS-element along the eastern front looks out into the blinding darkness and can see nothing. He looks again and sets his glasses down and takes a seat in his chair, captain Andrew Schearer walks over.
"Anything out there colonel?"
"Nothing."
"Have you the feeling that we're being used against are will?"
"What do you mean Andy?"
"Well, look at this... the Heer retreats along the entire front while us SS soldiers are the only ones actually still like, umm... fighting the Russians."
"Hitler."
"My alligence is not to the bafoon in the Reichstag, it's not even to the Nazi Party but too my country."
"And is that not the same as the NKVD?"
"At least they have the regular army supporting them."
"Only because these Communists are all cowards, they need overwhelming numbers too win."
"Cowards? We've been retreating for over one-thousand miles."
"And what has this told you."
"Not much other than the fact that Russian agriculture is still in the stone age and is in need of rapid modernization."
The officers laugh, the rest of the platoon is asleep, the moon is out bright and a noise catches the attention of the colonel, Kuptmann walks over and picks up his binoculars and looks out into the dark fields and cannot see anything but only hear, a great flash of yellow alluminates the dark sky followed by a loud bang of thunder, he drops the binoculars and shouts while falling to the ground, "GET DOWN!"
The trench is awoken by a loud explosion nearby and Shearer is knocked down from his chair from the explosion only some fifty feet away. He covers his head and the other soldiers take up their arms and rush to the front edge of the trench, as an MG-Team readies their gun and locks in the belt. The soldiers prepare for the Russian assault, the Russians come closer and the dark fields grow clear when a battalion of T-34 tanks fire a volley at the German trenchline, all shots overshooting the trench.
"Steady boys, wait for them. Get the panzerfaust ready. Ready the EIGHTY-EIGHT!"
"Jawual Herr Oberst!"
"Hold...hold," the Russians come closer only about three-hundred feet away, "Now!"
The German trench once black and dark is now glowing with the eruptions of over one-thousand rifles and guns opening at the advancing Red Army soldiers, the night sky is aluminated by the burst of fire and tracers, the faces of both the Germans and Russians can be seen, and both sides are now locked in a deadly struggle. From their lines the faces of the dying and strucken Russians can be seen as their bodies fall to the ground dead or wounded and the Germans ready for the tanks, "Panzeralarmen!"
A soldier with a panzerfaust rises up from his trench, his eyes shown like the devil and his mind fixed on an approaching T-34/85. He waits until it comes to a point litterly of ontop of him and fires, the shell rockets off and rips a massive hole in the base of the tank, his comrade steps up and tosses a steilhandgrenate inside and the crew inside can be heard screaming in pain after in goes off. Another soldier steps up and walks out of his trench and opens the hatch and jumps inside and his MP-40 can be heard echoing inside the metal hull of the tank, he exits out of the hole and rushes back to the trench.
Russians jump and leap into the trench, one of them corners Shearer in corner, the captain picks up an abadone Kar-98 and uses it as defense, he bashes the head of the Russian soldier and gets behind him and places the main barrel across the Russian's neck and squizes tights, the barrell strangling the air out of the Russian soldier, he struggles with the rifle and slowly drops to the ground. Shearer aims forward and is in turn struck by a Russian soldier, knocked uncontious he falls to the ground face first, landing and chipping a tooth on the fall, the trench has erupted in old 18th century bayonet and hand fighting, and the scene comes up and from the sky you can see thousands of tiny figures punches and shooting and stabing one another.
At dawn the trench was full of dead bodies, Kuptmann walks over to his friend now waking up, "Quite a fall there Andrew. Chipped a tooth in the process."
Outside of the trench the destroyed Russian collumn lets smoke off into the air, the Germans can realize that even Hitler can't run the war anylonger, the generals must conduct the war or the Wehrmacht will be crushed before the end of 1945.