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Permalink Reply by Komrad Sunyak on January 9, 2011 at 1:35pm

The date was Jan. 9, 1944. A little over a week ago, the Soviet forces had begun to take position in circling the outskirts of Budapest, under Rodion Malinovsky's command. Malinovsky was a well liked leader who could be tough as nails when needed be. It was not such a difficult task to breach the boarders of Budapest. The Russians came in strong and secured positions. No time was wasted in the setting up of camps. The Germans had spread themselves thin with so many fronts all across europe. The Nazis, now aware of the invasion, had deployed the dreaded Waffen SS troops to aid the German and Hungarian forces that occupied Budapest. The 'muscle' was more inland, so the Russians knew they had a long way to go. At this time already, talk of pushing foward was heard around the camps. Malinovsky ordered them to push in just two more days.

This was the downtime before moving out. Soldiers laughed in groups around fires while smoking cigarettes and sneaking drinks. Gregory Malenko had quite a few swigs of vodka and decided to take an evening stoll on the country side, his Mosin bolt-action rifle feeling lighter from the drinks. All hostiles had been cleared out for days now and there were no feelings of a threat present. Gregory walked around the base of a mountain and followed the trail to a stream not far from the camps. He sat on a large boulder and placed the butt of his rifle on the ground next to his foot. The sound of the water rushing was very soothing to him. It reminded him of his childhood in his native lands. He was thinking of Olga as some rustling in the brush startled him back to reality. Gregory jumped up and spun around with his rifle. Figures could be seen just down the road at a curve.

"Don't shoot!" he heard in his own tongue. He lowered his rifle and squinted in the moonlight. Three middle-aged men soon came into view. They held their hands high above their heads. They were not soldiers of any kind. One held a small bushell of wood for a fire and Gregory recognized them as Hungarian villagers.

"You speak Russian?" Gregory called out to them in surprise.

"I do. They don't." came the reply from one of the men. He had a grey beard and was wearing a brown, rimmed hat. "Ahh, when I was a young man I did much traveling. Can't really tell you how I ended up here." he smiled and Gregory laughed. He sat again on the large rock as the man approached him and sat next to him. 

"These goddamned Nazis have taken this land and enslaved it's people to fight in their evil war. I come as a friend to you and your fellow soldiers." the old man said in perfect Russian.

"Do you live close by?"

"I do. Maybe a half kilometer to the east of here. It is but a shack, but its home."

"Care for a drink, old man?" Gregory flashed a smile and produced a pewter flask.

"Sure, sure. Thank you." the man took a small gulp and handed it back.

"My name is Gregory."

"I am called Suha" and with that, he extended his hand for Gregory to shake. "Gregory, I must warn you...these lands are not safe to venture in alone in the night."

"I know, old man." Gregory laughed, "Our camps are set up right over there" and pointed behind him with his thumb.

"I'm not so sure you DO know. These men have brought with them great evils. Ungodly things, from the blackest pits of hell. I have seen them! They walk in the night, wearing uniforms like men." His eyes were wide and wild now. "But they are not men. They need no sleep. They do not eat like me or you. I have seen them eat raw flesh! That of animals and that of...men. They walk like men but they make a mockery of man. They are not human. I have seen their faces and they wear the mask of death."

"Are you crazy, old man?" Gregory said, still laughing. "How much have you had to drink tonight? The Germans are not that tough. You'll see."

"It is no laughing matter. I warn you out of kindness, friendship. Stay on your guard and never walk alone! Heed my warnings, my young friend. I hope to see you again, live and well. Goodluck to you." with that he joined his other two companions, waved farewell to Gregory, turned and left.

"Ha. Crazy old fool." Gregory muttered to himself as he stood and began to head back to the camp.

 

Permalink Reply by Komrad 1st Lt. Lindsey☭ on January 9, 2011 at 5:04pm

The day was kold,but this was nothing to what other winters I've been through.I was on the outskirts of Budapest, I have just shot my target, Nazi scientist Rankovich, he was my 210th kill. I sot him right between the eyes, a very beautiful kill if you ask me.

It took me some time to get back to the camp but when I did, I've seen the rest of my division arrive in the camp. It was quiet and peaceful.But to me it was too quiet,like something was watching us.

I walked into the mess tent and grabbed some grub.I noticed a Privet looking like he saw a ghost. I walked over to him.

"Privet,why are you looking like that for."

"There all over,they will eat us,we will..."he said

"must be drunk."I mumble to myself

I picked up his flask and realized it was full.

"what the"

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 11, 2011 at 12:51am

We were at an outpost gathering supplies to do some advance Recon of some routes north of Budapest to try and find a way in to help our Komraden out of what would soon be their destruction.  There were six of us; all from PALA 130, we’ve know each other for what seems like eternity. We had our standard kit with us but of course our food rations were low. We heard that a special unit from the SS were moving in. We wanted to get out before they moved in. They think they are so grand…. Brainwashed fools, that’s all they are. They fought for our crazed Fuhrer with no questions asked, we fought for our country, our families, our Komaraden, nothing more, nothing less, this was our duty. We were not fooled by the Nazi party, but we loved our fatherland.  So, we fueled up our BMW R-75’s loaded the sidecars and road into the sunset, as the Americans would say.

We were far behind enemy lines. We dismounted our vehicles, and moved ahead on foot.  We heard some tanks ahead, probably a couple of T-34’s. We stayed low and let them drive off. We set up a makeshift observation post to see how heavily the roads ahead of us were used. We watched for about a day and a half when we heard movement from the rear. I was late, maybe 2000 hrs when they started to shoot at us. From the different types of weapons heard and their poor shooting skills, we suspected they were just some partisans helping the Russians out. There were about a dozen of them, we took at least nine of them out and they fell back.

 Franz was wounded and was pissed. He wanted to chase them down and kill them all, but I told him that we’ve made too much noise already and need to move out. The Russians will be aware of our position. We can circle them and finish them tomorrow. So we patched Franz up and headed north a bit and began to circle back. We figured they didn’t have vehicles and we can cut them off at the small village we passed the other day. We spent the rest of the night hidden in some deep brush and tried to get some rest. We were awoken at about 4 in the morning by gunshots heard in the small village in the distance.  We held our position since the shooting was contained in the village. It lasted about 10 minutes, and then it stopped. We thought we heard some Germans screaming commands, but we were told no one will be operating in our area, so we were confused. Then the sounds of our transport vehicles could be heard. It seemed like they were idle for 15 minutes and then drove back to the German lines. This confused us even more.

The next morning we hopped on our bikes and road into the village. The place was a mess! Body parts and blood were everywhere. We dismounted and started searching the area. We could tell that the bodies were not disfigured by explosives or any types of gunfire; they seemed to be torn to pieces as if attacked by wild animals. We heard a noise in one of the buildings and moved in cautiously. Dieter Kicked in the door and found a horribly wounded man, mumbling something in Hungarian about the SS men not dieing when shot and they were eating the villagers. Great, even the Hungarians are brainwashed to think the SS are indestructible. Idiots! And I know rations are low, but I don’t think the SS would be that hungry!  Wilhelm, who was looking about in the village, came into the building and said that he saw tracks from our transports come in and out of the village. There seemed to be a lot of blood and scuffling where the trucks must have stopped. At that very moment, the sound of soviet aircraft flew over and they unleashed their bombs…  I was knocked out.

I woke up possibly 15 minutes later when I heard some tanks rolling in the distance.  I looked about, my Komaraden were all dead and the man we found was missing. The tanks were getting closer, so I gathered up all the ammo I could from my fallen brothers and tried to make my way out of the village. I found one of the R75’s still in working order, so I jumped on and rode off to the forest. I didn’t realize, until it was too late, but the fuel line was hit. I didn’t get very far and had to dismount and move as quickly as possible to evade the oncoming Russians. I made it to the forest and dug myself into a fallen tree and covered myself with branches for the night.  Apparently the Russians didn’t follow me. That was the first bit of luck I’ve had in a while.

Early that morning, I heard some footsteps rustling through the forest… it was a single figure, appeared to wounded, civilian… moving my way… it was still to dark to make out the figure clearly. I pulled out my bayonet to defend myself if he spotted me, I didn’t want to reveal my location by firing my weapon. He kept coming closer and closer… I knew he couldn’t see me… I was too well camouflaged to be seen.  As he became closer I realized it was the man from the village… badly wounded and appeared to be delirious. He started to growl and move faster in my direction. There is no way he can see me but he’s headed straight for me! As he lunges for my position, I try and jump out of the way and slash him with my blade. I make a long cut into his neck as he jumps at me; I quickly jump up, push him face down and stab him in the back puncturing his heart and pinning him to the ground. A strange inhuman scream releases from his mouth as he continues to struggle. Amazed, I jump back and pull out my P38 and shot him in the back of the head. I fall back to the ground confused as to what has just happened!!! How did he not die after being stabbed? I sat for a moment staring at the bloody corpse then realized I have to move on now… I gather my gear, and took the bayonet from his back… the blood was thick and dark… was this some kind of infection? I’ve never see fresh blood like this… I didn’t waste any more time and headed deeper into the forest. Now I just need to make it back to friendly territory.

Permalink Reply by Sgt. DC ☭ on January 13, 2011 at 1:56pm

Viktor sat in a tree,near the Russian encampment,but also near the town.He watched for movement through the cope of his SVD,wary of movement.After a few moments of watching he sighed and muttered,"Почему я должен иметь караульной службы [Why do I have to have guard duty]?"He picked up his flask and took a gulp of it.He then sat it back down in the fork of two branches.He continued to watch the road for a few moments until he heard a voice behind him.

 >"Viktor!Did you get stuck with watch duty again?!"A soldier called to him with a laugh.

Viktor grinned and yelled back,"You are drunk again aren't you Ivan?!"

>Ivan laughs and says,"That is not important!What is important is that you are alone and in need of some company!"

Viktor laughed and said,"All right,I could do for some company!"

>Ivan walks over and sits at the bottom of the tree and they begin to chat about life after the war.

Viktor listens to Ivan but his eyes stay on the road,watching it intently.

Permalink Reply by Komrad Sunyak on January 14, 2011 at 12:17am

Gregory was fast at work loading supplies with other troops when the Soviet bombers flew overhead in a V formation. They were targeting the areas that would be marched through at the next light of dawn. Everyone paused and looked to the sky. Gregory noticed Pvt. Pavlichenko to his left. She was easy on the eyes but extremely deadly with her rifle. Marina keep to herself for much of the time and Gregory often tried to make converstion with her when opportunity was present.

"There goes our boys, paving the way."

"Yes. I just hope theres enough left for us to kill." was Pavlichenko's reply. Gregory had never met a woman quite like her. He was amused by her toughness.

"I've been hearing some strange stories about this place."

"When I was eating yesterday I had overheard  some foolish talk, myself. Tales of flesh eating Nazis. Can you believe that?"

"thats odd. I was out walking last night and some villagers were talking of things like that. Are these people all crazy?"

"It must be based on something. Perhaps the Nazis are feeding their troops drugs. The Japs are giving their pilots some type of amphetamines. Must be stimulant packs or something. Must be nasty stuff if they are eating those they kill."

Sergeant Major Viktor Gusev had walked up behind them and heard the converstion.

"The Furer has many strange beliefs my comrades. He has special units dedicated only to the occult sciences. Rumors are, that they are not just soldiers on drugs. I have heard many things that some would easily dismiss. Word is that they are the result of some sort of black magic."

"Black Magic?! Ha!" Gregory laughed.

"Black magic. Alchemy. Call it what you will. These practices come from an age before spirit and science were seperated. Not much is known of such things in these times. This madman will stop at nothing in his quest to rule the world. I'm not saying I blieve in monsters but some things cannot be explained. We are in a very strange place. I will be pleased when we move from here."

"If they cross my path, I'll send them back to hell. Or wherever they're from." Marina added, coldly as Gregory laughed.

"A German named Hans-Werner has come to our camp and wishes to fight on our side. I don't trust him. Who's to say that he is not a spy, working for the Nazis?" the Major informed the two.

"We shall see."

I want everyone to watch him and do not give up any information that could work against us. We'll know in a short time what side he fights for."  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 17, 2011 at 10:16pm

As I sat slumped behind a few fallen trees, I heard a voice call out in German “For the Fatherland”. I froze immediately, I had to confirm who was out there… could be a Russian trying to lure me out. They were behind me, I couldn’t see them, so I had to move slowly as not to give away my position, just in case. I barely heard them say something else in German and then heard one of them make a quick, zigzagging rush through the woods. “He’s trying to get me to open up on him… must be a sniper near bye.” I thought to myself. I peered around the log and thought I noticed the German uniform of the soldier dashing about. Looked like he had an MP44. Still concerned, I shouted out “For the fatherland”…it was silent for a moment… “Who’s out there?” I yelled.

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 18, 2011 at 12:04am

“Danke, Corporal  Karl Friedrick, Panzer Aufklarungs Lehr Abteilung 130….” Brushes himself off and fixes his uniform as he faces the Oberfeldwebel.

“We were out on a Recon mission…. (gives recap of story so far)… and that’s how I ended up out here”

“I didn’t know the SS were moving out so soon… were you part of the group that went into the village back there the other night? We heard Germans that night and saw tracks the next morning. That’s when we were hit from above. The villager that I killed back there was acting really strange. I had him pinned to the ground with my bayonet and he was still squirming. I finished him with a round to the head.”

Looks around, “Just the two of you?” Getting nervous… “Russians closing in? I presume the air attack was to soften the area before they move into the AO. Do you have a radio?”

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 18, 2011 at 9:06pm

Karl looked over his gear and made sure everything was in place. Double checked his ammo, pistol,  and a single Model 24 Stielhandgranate. Grabbed his canteen and took a large gulp... gave a smirk... "i'm ready... let's move out" ...

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 18, 2011 at 11:49pm

Karl sits up on his cot, looks around... "So...what does the General have planned for us?"  He gets up, starts to gather up his gear, buttons up his shirt and says ... "I'm still interested in that village back th... "

Hans clears his throat and gives Karl the leave it alone look.... and Karl is silenced, but gives a half cocked smile.

"Very well..." Karl states, "Im sure the General has somthing better for us to focus on. The Russians cant be too far from us now. It's only a matter of time until we make contact. We heard a few T34's, two of them to be exact, the other day, just southeast of the village, might have just been some advance teams moving in."

By this time Karl, is rumaging through his breadbag... "would you happen to have any schnaps? I've seemed to have run out!"

 

 

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 19, 2011 at 10:53pm

"I'm ready, I could use about another..." checks ammo pouches "...30 rounds of 8mm to top me off. Hows the ammo supplie here? Weve been low for a while. Dont worry, I can spot pretty well with the binoculars. I'll get you to your target... have no fear."

 

Takes a swig from the flask..."Danke", and tosses it back to Hans.

 

"So the Hummels are here. Excellent! How far out are we moving? I can only imagine that the Russians are closing in as we speak."

 

At that very moment the sound of Russian aircraft flew in, guns firing....  shouts of "Alarm... Alarm... Russische Flugzeuge!" rang out. Franz, Hans, and myself dashed outside weapons ready... It was three Yaks flying in... they hit some of our vehicles that were coming in from a patrol. Our Komaraden opened fire apon them and the planes flew off back into the distance.

 

"Damn it" I grumbled, "They are aware of our location.... we have to move quickly! They will be sending in the tanks as soon as they can... we need to get into position to call in the artillery and hold them off!"

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 19, 2011 at 10:58pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QquAQH7wJ-k

Permalink Reply by Cobra Kommander on January 21, 2011 at 11:05pm

Franz slumps over mid sentance....

 

I lay close to the ground, tring not to move yet. The shot must have came from the right side. I couldnt hear the shot fired since the sniper used the sound of the explosions to hide the sound of him firing. "clever bastard" I mumbled to myself.

 

I rolled over and postioned myself alongside a fallen tree. I needed something to protect myself from the sniper.

 

"Hans..." I whispered "You ok?" Hans layed there still and let out a silent "sshhhhhh" I can see he was trying to focus....

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