Churchill's boys: A British After Action Report.

[Wämö]

Prologue

London, 2004.

"My division was fit for battle in a time when Afghanistan was on the brink of destruction, Italy was driven out from Africa, Ethiopia liberated, Sardinia and Sicily in British hands and Bulgaria would soon be assaulted. The Italian navy was pretty much non-existant, and the British prepared an offensive in Italy. But things were less successful on other fronts. Germany and Italy possessed entire France, Soviet Union and Germany had split Poland between them, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands and Denmark was under German rule and Norway was constantly losing territory. But, this didn't make people less eager to join the military, which was constantly growing. I was one of the foolish ones to join the army, but I pretty much had to, since my father was a veteran from the Great war, as well as my grandfathers and most of my uncles, and now they urged me to join the bloody military. So, I signed up, got assigned to 55th West Lancashires, which were a motorized division, and then we were sent to Jerusalem to recieve orders for Operation "Avenger", the landing in Bulgaria, you know. It was terrible to just wait, we wanted to see some fighting. My God, we were fools back then..."

To be continued.

 

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The date says London 2004. Is that incorrect or is this some serious mod job?

 

[Wämö]

The date says London 2004. Is that incorrect or is this some serious mod job?

No, it's him looking back.

 

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AHHHHH, my bad. Lack of sleep is catching up with me. Sorry!

 

[Wämö]

Chapter one.

Bulgarian coastline, September 1940.

We sat in a landing craft, which was heading straight towards the beach that had been code-named 'Royal'. We were receiving instructions from captain Black.

"Okey, lads. Here's the deal. We are about to face eight Bulgarian divisions holding the fortifications in the area, but I'm pretty sure we can win this battle."

"Yeah, sure. Seven div's versus eight fortified? Very likely, sir." Someone shouted out.

"McManus, I know this is the first time most of you are fighting, but all of you are both better trained and better equipped, and most of you most probably have something you wishes to fight for. I just hope that you behave like true gentlemen when we're fighting the Bulgarians." That seemed to raise the spirits some.

"Land in sight!" The driver yelled. We all squeezed our rifle's harder and harder. I took a peak at my Lee-Enfield, and prayed that it would work. A couple of troops had Sten's or Bren LMG's. We were all jealous at them.

"Don't forget your training, men." Captain Black said while the rear turned into a bridge. One of the troopers pushed his way towards the front, and when the captain gave the sign to get onto the shore, he ran out.

"FOR KING AND COUNTRY!" He screamed, shooting wildly around him.

"Fucking idiot." Someone laughed, but he quickly got silenced by a machine gun bullet hitting him in the head.

"TAKE THAT TRENCH!" The captain yelled. I ran towards the trench, with bullets flying around me. I instinctively threw myself to the ground, seeing a soldier getting his stomach cut up by a grenade round. I crawled on, and when I got to the trench and was about to roll down, I vomited on a Bulgarian soldier. I pulled forth my colt. 45 and put a hole through his head, and then I jumped down, and shot another Bulgarian with my rifle, and then the British troops started to come around.

"Hi, Will." I turned around. My best friend in the company, Ronald Andolini, stood there. His grand-father was born in Italy, but neither he or his father had never been to Italy.

"Hi, Ron." I answered. We took a peak at the beach. Bodies was lying everywhere, and the wounded screamed with pains from all over the battlefield.

"What a fucking mess." I said.

"Yeah, and the maniac then?"

"You mean For King and Country?"

"Yes, him."

"He's wounded, do you see him there? I answered and pointed towards a place near the trench. The second after, captain Black jumped down. He gazed down the trench. It was about 170 soldiers left from our company. He had commanded 200 man when he arrived at the beach.

"Okey, chaps. We will have to assault the bunkers, and that is quick. As soon as the Bulgarians get reinforced, we are counted for. So get bloody moving quickly!" We all started climb up the hillside, but this time we escaped the heavy machine guns really fast, and the Bulgarians took of without much fighting, and we stood victorious.

Our company had lost about 40 soldiers in dead and wounded, but operation 'Black waters' was a sucess, since the Royal Marine Corps had taken 'Empire', the other beach, with smaller losses than us. But we who saw our first battle would forever see the beach filled with wounded soldiers screaming of agony, and the dead bodies, and the explosions, and the gunfire. But the hell had only just begun, which we soon was about to find out...

To be continued.

 

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your english is nearly as bad as your stereotypical view of the English.

I just hope that you behave like true gentlemen when we're fighting the Bulgarians

and i dont think british servicemen would have a Colt 45 as their side arm.

None the less entertaining, keep it up.

 

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Why would anyone be jealous of soldiers with stens?
The sten was a quicly manufactured sub-machine gun, and it had an awful tendency to jam, this made soldiers hate it.

 

[Wämö]

your english is nearly as bad as your stereotypical view of the English.

and i dont think british servicemen would have a Colt 45 as their side arm.

None the less entertaining, keep it up.

Well, the British paras had them, at least.

 

[Wämö]

Why would anyone be jealous of soldiers with stens?
The sten was a quicly manufactured sub-machine gun, and it had an awful tendency to jam, this made soldiers hate it.

Well, they had never been to battle.

 

[Wämö]

Chapter two.

Varna province, October 1940.

Bulgaria was wonderful, except for the fighting of course, but that only happened occassionaly when we catched up with the retreating Bulgarian forces.

One day we reached the outskirts of a small village, with a name that I don't recall. Captain Black gathered all the soldiers around him and started instruct us.

"Okey, 1st Platoon, you will take on the village from the west. 2nd Platoon will advance from the east. 3rd and 4th Platoon will go in from the south."

"Sir, why are we assaulting this exact village?" I asked, rather worried. The memorys from the beach was still fresh, and we hadn't fought a real battle since then.

"The staff have discovered that a colonn of Bulgarian troops retreated to this village a few days ago, and in order to secure this area, we have to defeat them." The captain answered.

"How many are they, sir?" McManus continued the interrogation.

"About eight thousand men spread across five villages." I felt my heart stopping for a second.

"It wont be a walkover, eh?" Ron whispered to me.

"No..." I answered, unfocused.

"So, lads, get your arses moving and behave like gentlemen." Black shouted.

"Yeah, that day!" I said, laughing. The troops started moving in their directed areas.

We secured our part of the city in fifteen minutes, and then all platoons arrived at the town square, one by one.

"It's awfully quiet here." Ron said.

"Yes." I answered. "And I don't like it." We started gazing at the various places of the square, when a machine gun suddenly started to fire at us, and the number of machine guns grew until I counted to seven of them.

"DOWN!" I heard someone yelled, but by that time everyone had put themselves to safety or got shot.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself, pulling forth my rifle and aiming towards the enemy lines. I got aim on a Bulgarian, triggered and missed.

"You must learn how to aim, Will!" I heard a voice say. I turned my head and found Ron lying there, smiling.

"Apparently." I said. He started to aim at another Bulgarian soldier, and he hit him in the head.

"That's how it's done, Will." He laughed. I took aim at one of the machine gunners, and pulled the trigger. This time I hit him. And a few moments later, bullets flew out of the windows and right into the Bulgarian defense line. Andolini and I started crawling towards the Bulgarian side of the square, and soon we saw movement all over the square. All the soldiers that had been left on the square started advancing. There was bullets everywhere, but we lost only seven soldiers, because the machine guns were knocked out.

After a while we reached the trench, and it was filled with killed and wounded Bulgarians. We heard sounds from a bunker, so we threw in some hand grenades. When we examined that bunker, we found about twenty bodies.

We later found out that thirteen hundred soldiers had been taken prisoners by the advancing 2nd Marine Corps. A day later the entire province of Varna was secured.

To be continued.

 

[Wämö]

Chapter three.

Varna province, October 1940.

When the province of Varna was secured, we were given a few days to reorganize before the offensive was to be continued. One of these days, some of the wounded from 'Royal' beach arrived at our camp as well as some new recruits.

"Hey, aint you 'For King And Country'?" I asked a soldier, after taking a look at the returning troops.

"Yes, I am a patriot, aren't you?" He answered, trying to avoid the subject.

"In a way." I answered. The conversation started dying out, and I pulled forth my Colt. 45 to clean it.

"Hey, where did you get that?" Andolini asked.

"My brother's in the airbourne." I answered. "He took it for me." The second after, the patriot took off. We others start playing poker.

Half an hour later, I realized what the patriot had done, when he came walking towards me with captain Black.

"Hello, Will." He said.

"Hello, sir." I answered him.

"Will, is it true that you have a stolen colt. 45?"

"Yes, sir. It's a present from my brother, who is in the airbourne. He gave it to me on my birthday. We don't expect to meet again."

"Okey. Well, we might be able to do a little exception here." Captain Black said, and left.

"So, may I see your gun?" The patriot asked.

"I don't know who you are, but I am going to make life hell for you." I said, and spit him in the face, turned around and left.

To be continued.

 

[Wämö]

My savegame got corrupted after the switch to 1.06, so this one's failed, I'm afraid.

 

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ya know i was getting into this...then i got to the last post . very sad

 

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lol wasnt bad but the spitting? why!

 

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Bulgaria was wonderful, except for the fighting of course

Oh we all know the wonderous tourist sites of Bulgaria, take a trip to a potato factory or farm some rare crpo no one ever heard of..

 

[Wämö]

lol wasnt bad but the spitting? why!

Because he told the staff about the stolen colt