The War Down Stricken Lane

Chapter 1: The Arrival of the Damned

The battlefield, barren, and quiet... the only sounds were distant gunfire, and the distant explosions through the forest. It was oddly peaceful... with the passing over of some aircrafts however things changed... shortly behind some Sherman tanks followed. They were escorting a group of trucks through the forest. They were in a hurry... not stopping for anything. Not even a squirrel in the road. It headed for a trench line ahead... it being lined with sandbags, and several men... 

as they stopped a man hopped out of the passengers. "You!! The Staff sergeant!! Give me a briefing on the advancements here!!!" The sergeant stood up from his position "Sir! We've come in contact with the enemy! Amongst our right flank!! They fought hard and strong!!" The man marked as a colonel studied the young soldier "What's your name soldier..." the sergeant looked the man in the eyes respectfully. "I am Staff Sergeant Kit sir." The man spoke up. "I am Colonel Theodore. American Commando." The young sergeant salutes the the colonel as any good soldier would "at ease. Anything else to report?"

Another soldier walked up with a young kid... who was cuffed. Whoever they were they eyed Theodore defiantly... "Sir. We captured this kraut during that attack." They spoke up with anger. "Nenn mich nicht so, du amerikanischer Abschaum!" The colonel approached the young man holding their chin up with his hand, and checking them over... however the German tried to bite and Theodore pulled his hand away quickly. "Have him locked up. I'll deal with him later." The German kid was then dragged away to the holding area... Theodore turned to his Technical Sergeant. "Take note of those Schutzstaffe insignias. He'll be of great information." They nodded, and began to make their way around surveying the front for potential openings. Another soldier went to them... at this time the tank commanders of a few tanks joined up with the colonel. "Sir. We gave reports that an enemy tank division is mounting an assault. Potentially with Panzers." The tank commander to the right of Theodore commented. "Oh! I can have our tanks line the tree line in the back! It wou-" Theodore didn't let them finish... "I do agree but take that up with the company commanders... not me or him..." Theodore walked away to the commander's tent to have a word

"Hello? I hear this is this is where the commander lies his head?" Trying to keep a straight face through this was a little challenging but the chalky colonel managed. The tent's cloth entrance parted revealing a decorated man... with a dirtied military uniform. They spoke in a heavy southern accent. "You would be correct... Commander Erinbreaker of the 222nd Infantry Division. I wasn't informed of your arrival Colonel... so why is it you're here?" Theodore answered swiftly. Assuming at ease position... "Well sir. We have been assigned to inflict commando raids towards the nearby city of cologne before our forces push in to attack. Rumors of secretive Nazi weapons are on the rise..." Erin looked up and straightened himself within at ease position, looking around the trench line amongst him. "Ah... and how do you think you will do that with 6 men and limited intelligence? After all Colonel... the Germans number within the hundreds of thousands in that major city alone... and I don't think the puppet leader Elizabetha will take kindly to your operations." Theodore eyed the Commander's medals and rewards "Well sir. There is a recently captured Kraut within our custody. We are looking probe them for information regarding the city in question, and potential targets. However me and my men shall be departing shortly afterwards. And I'm willing to take anyone else who wants to g-" Erin stops him... and takes a deep breath. "Do not... attempt to recruit any of my men. The 222nd infantry division has been ordered to hold here with armored units until further notice. If you need some young men straight from the farm ask some of the commanders of the 1st infantry brigade." The colonel a little mad he was cutoff held at his words. "Understood sir. Good luck on your mission." Theodore saluted and began to walk off. Erin talked him on his way out "Good luck on yours... Colonel..."

It was dark... humid... musty... in the old skeleton of a German concrete steel reinforced bunker... not a sound to be heard... but the occasional drop of water from the leaky damaged pipes above... and the squeaks of mice taking advantage of the old abandoned food storage... but lay in a rotting old room was that young German kid... tied to a chair. "Diese verdammten Amerikaner ... wie können sie es wagen, mich hier einzusperren." However a familiar figure stood in the doorway... they walked in followed by two other men. It was that tacky colonel from earlier. "Was willst du von mir!?" The kid yelled, however the only response he got was "English... I know you speak it you damned kraut... and that insignia may as well prove it." The kid snarled, and spoke with a thick German accent... yet in English. "You're a bright old man you scum!"
The man smiled however not of happiness... "There we are... so... I assume you wanna know why you are here?" The boy furrowed his eyebrows, "Of course I would!! You scum have no sense of observation it disgusts me!!" That man leaned into the light... that damned colonel... "All we need is some information. Lest I wanna bring out the burners... right boys?" He chuckled a bit... wasn't much of a joker in truth... "Me give you information? Not a chance old man! I would rather die!" That colonel's smile faded. "Didn't wanna do this... boys... get the burners..." the men grabbed something from a nearby table... as another lifted the young man's shirt. "Runter von mir Abschaum!!" He yelled before a terrible pain was brought upon him... the clothes iron touched his skin burning him... he screamed with excruciating pain, and tears. Yet refused to break... the burners were let off. "What's your band Kraut..." the young boy stared up at him angrily. "Adalheid you old fool!!!" The colonel tsked at him... and left the room letting the other men continue the torture... it was gonna be a long time...