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Originally posted by Zanza
Wow, your sixth AAR within a month. Impressive...
Well. No one liked my old, so I try new all the time. But, this one is revolutionar.
Chapter one: The battle of Lárisa.
It was about 400000 thousand Italians against one Greek division. One of them were Luigi Cavallero, a twenty-year old Italian. He had joined 14a Divisione 'Isonzo', a part of the XI. Corps/2nd Army, led by field marshal Umberto Principe di Piemonte. And that corps were one of many in the storm that awaited Greece.
-GOD DAMN THIS! Luigi yelled. The Greek had layed an artillery fire over the Italians. The dead were piled up, so that the living could take cover behind them.
-WHAT DID YOU SAY? Armando shouted back.
-NOTHING!
-OKA... Armando never finished his last sentence.
-OH MY GOD! Luigi looked on the rests of his best friend, just a few seconds, then the Italians began a new push against the small village. That would probably be costful, but they had to try, for the family and the motherland. But many never got to see the motherland again, because they were slaughtered on the plains of Lárisa that the village stood on. Luigi loaded his gun and began to fire against the houses, that were filled with Greek troops, defending their nation. While the grenades continued to fall in the heads of the Italian soldiers, they struggled up the hill, leaving many behind. When they where near the top some Greeks speaked, and suddenly a huge amount of hand grenades rained down on the exhausted Italians. But they continued and managed to crawl up the few metres that still were left, but when they ran up to the first house they found everything abandoned. The Greeks had retreaded. The village were taken, and the Italians started firing with some heavy machine guns, but the Greeks had won enough time by throwing the grenades, and they had escaped fast enough to avoid heavier losses.
-Luigi! Luigi, wake up! Luigi! Said a voice.
-Yes? Luigi replied, opened his eyes and saw that it was Benito Balbo, a friend of his.
-Have you heard about the losses?
-No. Luigi sat up.
-We lost 2500 during this assault.
-WHAT? Luigi yelled.
-Yes. We lost about 2100 of those, and that other division, God knows what it’s called, lost some petty 900 lifes.
-God damn it. Luigi said. And then, a warning horn began to shriek. An assault were about to come. Luigi and Benito ran out, just to find about fifteen thousand Greeks fighting their way up the hill. Luigi put on his bayonet and began to fire down the rows. He saw soldier after soldier getting hit, pulling down many others that were wounded or killed by rocks falling down on them.
The assault were quickly repelled, and the Italian losses were relatively small, just 130 soldiers. And the same day some reinforcements came from Thessaloniki, and the hard battles around Lárisa were won a few days later, but the Italian losses showed that the Greeks were ready to fight about every inch of the country, to stop the Italians from conquer them. 30200 Italians lost their lifes or were wounded in the fields of Lárisa, and 7500 came from XI. Corps/2nd Army.
To be continued...
It was about 400000 thousand Italians against one Greek division. One of them were Luigi Cavallero, a twenty-year old Italian. He had joined 14a Divisione 'Isonzo', a part of the XI. Corps/2nd Army, led by field marshal Umberto Principe di Piemonte. And that corps were one of many in the storm that awaited Greece.
-GOD DAMN THIS! Luigi yelled. The Greek had layed an artillery fire over the Italians. The dead were piled up, so that the living could take cover behind them.
-WHAT DID YOU SAY? Armando shouted back.
-NOTHING!
-OKA... Armando never finished his last sentence.
-OH MY GOD! Luigi looked on the rests of his best friend, just a few seconds, then the Italians began a new push against the small village. That would probably be costful, but they had to try, for the family and the motherland. But many never got to see the motherland again, because they were slaughtered on the plains of Lárisa that the village stood on. Luigi loaded his gun and began to fire against the houses, that were filled with Greek troops, defending their nation. While the grenades continued to fall in the heads of the Italian soldiers, they struggled up the hill, leaving many behind. When they where near the top some Greeks speaked, and suddenly a huge amount of hand grenades rained down on the exhausted Italians. But they continued and managed to crawl up the few metres that still were left, but when they ran up to the first house they found everything abandoned. The Greeks had retreaded. The village were taken, and the Italians started firing with some heavy machine guns, but the Greeks had won enough time by throwing the grenades, and they had escaped fast enough to avoid heavier losses.
-Luigi! Luigi, wake up! Luigi! Said a voice.
-Yes? Luigi replied, opened his eyes and saw that it was Benito Balbo, a friend of his.
-Have you heard about the losses?
-No. Luigi sat up.
-We lost 2500 during this assault.
-WHAT? Luigi yelled.
-Yes. We lost about 2100 of those, and that other division, God knows what it’s called, lost some petty 900 lifes.
-God damn it. Luigi said. And then, a warning horn began to shriek. An assault were about to come. Luigi and Benito ran out, just to find about fifteen thousand Greeks fighting their way up the hill. Luigi put on his bayonet and began to fire down the rows. He saw soldier after soldier getting hit, pulling down many others that were wounded or killed by rocks falling down on them.
The assault were quickly repelled, and the Italian losses were relatively small, just 130 soldiers. And the same day some reinforcements came from Thessaloniki, and the hard battles around Lárisa were won a few days later, but the Italian losses showed that the Greeks were ready to fight about every inch of the country, to stop the Italians from conquer them. 30200 Italians lost their lifes or were wounded in the fields of Lárisa, and 7500 came from XI. Corps/2nd Army.
To be continued...
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Originally posted by Lord British
Good start Merlin_111, keep it coming
Oh yeah. As long as I get some comments, though.
The battle of Athínai.
It was a sunny and warm sunday, and many Greeks had a day off, which they spent outside, playing with their childs, bathing and had a good time. But not the Italians. They were marching, fully equipped, forbidden to remove anything from their bodies.
Luigi was exhausted. They stood two or three miles from Athínai, the Greek capital. They had a break until five in the morning, and then they would be walking on towards the city. He looked at the lights from the houses in the capital. Their camp were on a hill, so he could see that they would have a hell to capture this area.
At 13.17 the Italians broke through the first Greek defense line, ran into the city just to be slaughtered by a second. Assault after assalut tried to take that line, but they were stopped with huge losses. Eventually, Luigis company were sent to an assault. It was three days after they broke through the first defense line.
-DAMN! THEY ARE A THIRD OF OUR SIZE, BUT THEY LOSES A THIRD OF OUR LOSSES! Luigi yelled to Benito.
-YEAH, IF THEY WANT US TO BREAK THROUGH, THEY SHOULD SEND ALL OF US, AND DON'T PULL US BA... Benitos last sentence were finished with his head ripped of by a artillery grenade. Luigi threw up, and then he crawled over to the remains of his friend and took his identificationbrick. And then he crawled over to the place where he started and waited for the assault order to come. He didn't have to wait long.
Luigi ran against the defense line, heard an explosion and threw himself in a grenade hole. So did three of his friends, Orlando, Alfredo and Mario. They crawled to the top and started firing against the Greeks, and threw hand grenades. So did the others that still lived. That strategy was new, and it hadn't been tried during the other assaults. And it was a sucess. The Italians shouted and ran against the second defense line, jumped down in the trenches, shot at every Greek they saw and took the Second defense line, with five or six hundred dead. The other assaults lost about four or five hundred dead. The rest of Athínai were quickly taken after the bloody stalemate days.
Luigi looked at the endless rows of dead from the battle of Athínai. 46700 had lost their lifes during this terrible battle. 4800 came from XI. Corps/2nd Army. Luigi cried silent. How would he manage civilian life after all he experienced during The Greek-Italian war. He slowly walked back to the camp.
To be continued...
It was a sunny and warm sunday, and many Greeks had a day off, which they spent outside, playing with their childs, bathing and had a good time. But not the Italians. They were marching, fully equipped, forbidden to remove anything from their bodies.
Luigi was exhausted. They stood two or three miles from Athínai, the Greek capital. They had a break until five in the morning, and then they would be walking on towards the city. He looked at the lights from the houses in the capital. Their camp were on a hill, so he could see that they would have a hell to capture this area.
At 13.17 the Italians broke through the first Greek defense line, ran into the city just to be slaughtered by a second. Assault after assalut tried to take that line, but they were stopped with huge losses. Eventually, Luigis company were sent to an assault. It was three days after they broke through the first defense line.
-DAMN! THEY ARE A THIRD OF OUR SIZE, BUT THEY LOSES A THIRD OF OUR LOSSES! Luigi yelled to Benito.
-YEAH, IF THEY WANT US TO BREAK THROUGH, THEY SHOULD SEND ALL OF US, AND DON'T PULL US BA... Benitos last sentence were finished with his head ripped of by a artillery grenade. Luigi threw up, and then he crawled over to the remains of his friend and took his identificationbrick. And then he crawled over to the place where he started and waited for the assault order to come. He didn't have to wait long.
Luigi ran against the defense line, heard an explosion and threw himself in a grenade hole. So did three of his friends, Orlando, Alfredo and Mario. They crawled to the top and started firing against the Greeks, and threw hand grenades. So did the others that still lived. That strategy was new, and it hadn't been tried during the other assaults. And it was a sucess. The Italians shouted and ran against the second defense line, jumped down in the trenches, shot at every Greek they saw and took the Second defense line, with five or six hundred dead. The other assaults lost about four or five hundred dead. The rest of Athínai were quickly taken after the bloody stalemate days.
Luigi looked at the endless rows of dead from the battle of Athínai. 46700 had lost their lifes during this terrible battle. 4800 came from XI. Corps/2nd Army. Luigi cried silent. How would he manage civilian life after all he experienced during The Greek-Italian war. He slowly walked back to the camp.
To be continued...
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Good story!
You should just try to correct your grammar, for it is aweful
Anyway, the way you went is good! Keep it up!
Screenshots?
You should just try to correct your grammar, for it is aweful
Anyway, the way you went is good! Keep it up!
Screenshots?
Originally posted by Pal
Good story!
You should just try to correct your grammar, for it is aweful
Anyway, the way you went is good! Keep it up!
Screenshots?
Okey, will try to put up one when Italy joins WW2.
The batlle of Chalkís.
The trenches were in two rows opposing each other. In the one to the east the Greeks stood, and the trench to the west were filled with Italian soldiers. It was a bright day, and the Italians wouldn't waste the opportunity to assault the Greek threnches. And the order to attack came.
-GOD DAMN IT! Luigi yelled. The Greek heavy machine guns scanned the area, shooting at every moving thing they saw.
-WE NEED TANK SUPPORT! Mario yelled in his radio.
-WE ARE DOOMED! Orlando shouted. After a while the radio began to sound.
-TANK SUPPORT IS ON IT'S WAY! I REPEAT: TANK SUPPORT IS ON IT'S WAY! A voice said from the radio. And, as promised, after about five minutes the tank division from Albanian Corps arrived, firing towards the Greek positions. Luigi, Orlando and Mario ran up. The things they saw there were terrible. Alfredo was lying behind the crater they'd seeked cover in, his guts were about a metre outside his body. And similar things were all over the battlefield. Decapitated bodies, body parts and whole bodies covered the ground.
-Oh my God. Luigi said stunned. Tears was falling down his cheek. He dropped his weapon on his ground, and sat down on a rock.
-Come on, Luigi, we need to take the trench. Mario said. Luigi rised up, grabbed his weapon, put on a bayonet, and ran towards the Greek trenches, as all surviving Italians did. The Greeks fled the battlefield, shouting with fear of the outraged Italians.
Luigi looked at the battle report. About 20700 lost their lifes, and 1500 came from his corps. He counted. 113700 had died this far, and 13900 came from XI. Corps/2nd Army, and the war wasn't over yet.
To be continued...
The trenches were in two rows opposing each other. In the one to the east the Greeks stood, and the trench to the west were filled with Italian soldiers. It was a bright day, and the Italians wouldn't waste the opportunity to assault the Greek threnches. And the order to attack came.
-GOD DAMN IT! Luigi yelled. The Greek heavy machine guns scanned the area, shooting at every moving thing they saw.
-WE NEED TANK SUPPORT! Mario yelled in his radio.
-WE ARE DOOMED! Orlando shouted. After a while the radio began to sound.
-TANK SUPPORT IS ON IT'S WAY! I REPEAT: TANK SUPPORT IS ON IT'S WAY! A voice said from the radio. And, as promised, after about five minutes the tank division from Albanian Corps arrived, firing towards the Greek positions. Luigi, Orlando and Mario ran up. The things they saw there were terrible. Alfredo was lying behind the crater they'd seeked cover in, his guts were about a metre outside his body. And similar things were all over the battlefield. Decapitated bodies, body parts and whole bodies covered the ground.
-Oh my God. Luigi said stunned. Tears was falling down his cheek. He dropped his weapon on his ground, and sat down on a rock.
-Come on, Luigi, we need to take the trench. Mario said. Luigi rised up, grabbed his weapon, put on a bayonet, and ran towards the Greek trenches, as all surviving Italians did. The Greeks fled the battlefield, shouting with fear of the outraged Italians.
Luigi looked at the battle report. About 20700 lost their lifes, and 1500 came from his corps. He counted. 113700 had died this far, and 13900 came from XI. Corps/2nd Army, and the war wasn't over yet.
To be continued...
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After this post, I will not post any new updates, since I will do WW2 finished first.
Don't get discouraged and keep writing. BTW, clean out your PM box (make sure you check the 'sent messages' box too, as many people forget.
Originally posted by Lord Durham
Don't get discouraged and keep writing. BTW, clean out your PM box (make sure you check the 'sent messages' box too, as many people forget.
Oh, I won't quit. Soon WW2 comes. And it won't happen as it did historically.
Luigis struggle for life.
Luigi sat on the train, the rain pouring outside. He were free for the coming six months, due to the war service. He thought of all his lost friends. Armando, his best friend since they were childs, Benito, Armandos sisters husband, Alfredo, his cousins best friend and Mario, his cousins cousin. Mario had died as late as three weeks ago, at the assault at Iráklion. This war had taken his youth from him, he was no longer that spoiled child that left Umberto, his home village. He thought of the endless rows of graves in the plains of Lárisa, the pathetically big graveyard of Athínai, with 1160 rows of white crosses and the terrible graves in Chalkís, where only a third of the stones had names on them. He wasn't himself anymore.
He slowly walked up the alley that led to his parents house. He had a sister, Venetia, and a brother, Umberto, who didn't know a thing about the things he experienced.
They had been very happy over Luigis return. Immidiatly during dinner they started to ask questions of what he experienced. He described the battle of Agrostoli, that was a battle that a little over 8900 died, and less than a hundred came from his corps.
Most days he walked around, hopinmg to get a letter to return him to military service. But none came, until one day in 1940. In the letter it stood:
To: Private Luigi Cavallero.
The Italian army is calling everyone in, due to the turbulens in the world. You must be in Rome latest 1/2 1940.
Italian High Command.
He cried with happiness.
To be continued...
Luigi sat on the train, the rain pouring outside. He were free for the coming six months, due to the war service. He thought of all his lost friends. Armando, his best friend since they were childs, Benito, Armandos sisters husband, Alfredo, his cousins best friend and Mario, his cousins cousin. Mario had died as late as three weeks ago, at the assault at Iráklion. This war had taken his youth from him, he was no longer that spoiled child that left Umberto, his home village. He thought of the endless rows of graves in the plains of Lárisa, the pathetically big graveyard of Athínai, with 1160 rows of white crosses and the terrible graves in Chalkís, where only a third of the stones had names on them. He wasn't himself anymore.
He slowly walked up the alley that led to his parents house. He had a sister, Venetia, and a brother, Umberto, who didn't know a thing about the things he experienced.
They had been very happy over Luigis return. Immidiatly during dinner they started to ask questions of what he experienced. He described the battle of Agrostoli, that was a battle that a little over 8900 died, and less than a hundred came from his corps.
Most days he walked around, hopinmg to get a letter to return him to military service. But none came, until one day in 1940. In the letter it stood:
To: Private Luigi Cavallero.
The Italian army is calling everyone in, due to the turbulens in the world. You must be in Rome latest 1/2 1940.
Italian High Command.
He cried with happiness.
To be continued...
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Merlin, I can't answer you until you clean out your PM box. You have to clean out the Sent Box too.