The Waves Don't Forget

To be Found

"Oooh! I know of them!" A rather boisterous girl stood up, that being New Jersey. "The stories I heard of them sounded like fairytales when you don't think much on it!"

"I suppose it would, considering the stakes they were facing against." Kurfürst turned the Projector off, not having any pictures to show them this time around.

"So, to begin with, I wasn't initially apart of the battle that caused their seclusion, but I was nearby, on my way to more pressing matters, and they called me in to try and settle the ongoing issue of the stranded group of men before then."
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Back then, men were far from durable, and one bullet wound could easily spell your end. When word of what the Americans were doing to survive in there, such as repurposing bloodied bandages from the dead came out, they called me in from my operation to attempt peace.

The car rolled to a stop, and the driver stepped out and closed his door, opening the passenger side to let his Superior out. Kurfürst was fully kitted in her armor, hat resting comfortably on her head as she noticed one of the Officers standing at attention some meters ahead of her.

"Report."

"Ma'am, the Americans have been held up for a few days now, and we have counted upwards of a few hundred casualties already, yet they refuse to surrender."

Kurfürst resisted a groan as she heard those words leave his mouth. Of all the opponents she contended with during this war, she despised fighting the Americans the most.

Not because of their weaponry, though she had to admit, that shotgun they used was rather frightening, nor was it because of their numbers and how many were coming to Europe, turning the war quite horribly against Germany. No, the reason she despised them was because of one simple thing...

Their spirit.

One American man was more bothersome than any other, because in her experience, when anyone else would run in fear of her approach, they seemed too eager for it. Such a thing always made her worry, but in the end, she learned that they were simply junkies for this action, that they wanted to be the ones who took down "The Beast".

"Alright. Has contact been made with them at all?"

"Yes, but they refuse to speak unless it's with the highest Officer here. With you in the area, we believed it would be best if you were the one to speak with them."

Her face fell blank as she realized what she was called in for. She wasn't actually needed here, but whoever was the Commanding Officer was a lazy bastard who didn't want to do it...that, or he was afraid of them or something.

She sighed, grabbing her Halberd out of the car. "Very well, I'll do it. Point me in their direction and I'll get things going along."
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"Wow...so that's the only reason?"

She chuckled at New Jersey's words. "Yep. Later on, I learned that the man was actually suffering from Dysentery at the time, so they called me in instead of the next in line since, by technicality, I was the highest ranked Officer."

She could see the smiled growing on most of their faces, seeing that the people of the past still used the ever so sweet Loopholes in anything to get shit down easier. Kurfürst took another sip of water, before she got back into the storytelling.

"Now then, I'm sure you've heard a few things about that day, so I'll keep some of the details brief, even as I recount my time there."
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