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Current Date: 14th September, 1942
Current Location: Camp Abadras, Egypt

Alright men, tommrow your weapons will be handed over to you. Remember to keep your weapons clean at times, never do anything stupid, like soak them in water. You have have them jammed. Another good news, drivers, please report to the driving training session at 9am tommrow after breakfast.

Signed,Lt. Horchicks
Commander of Company D.

Posted On: 12/8/07
Welcome to The Barracks! Please feel free to mix around with your new squad members, they will be your brothers in arms for the rest of the war. Light out at 11pm, morning PT will start at 6.30am the next day. Tommrow will be a long day, good luck. This picture most wanted man in North Africa:

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Signed, Lt. Horchicks
Commander of Company D.

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OCC: This is for your everyday squad chats at the Cabins among your squad or squads.

"Welcome, soldier," said Sergeant Thomas Vanek, as his squad entered the barracks.

"Now listen, soldiers. I am your commanding officer, Sergeant Vanek. Now, this is our squad. We will be sent on missions, but first we will train. Any questions?" There were none. "Then hit the sack. We start training tomorrow."

Thomas Davies sat around with his squad in the barracks. He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "Well, fellas," he said, " any of you smoke?" He gave a cigarette to Edward and James. "What's your stories? Where you guys from?"

After 20 minutes, and a lot of stories, Thomas grinned. "Well, folks, I reckon we ought to hit the hay. We begin training tomorrow, so you wanna be fully awake." He got up and walked over to the other Sgt. "Hey. Are you Thomas Vanek? I'm Thomas Davies."

Lt. Steven Dempsey was awaken by a rough shake, as he opened his eyes he heard the engine of the jeep transporting him to camp roaring as it cruised down the dirt country roads.

God forsaken potholes... he thought....

The sky was lit up by the moon and stars were scattered as far as the eye could see, the air was warm, and once and awhile a cool breeze would refresh him. Dempsey was tired, it had been a long journey cross country but it gave him the chance to veiw the destruction Nazi Germany had caused during it's 'BlitzKreig'. The lights of the camp came into veiw and Steven sat up straight and adjusted his cap that rested on his head, he was slightly worried about how the men would take to him, he wanted them to like him, respect him and overall...trust him. Lt. Dempsey would do his best to be fair with the men under his command, but he would also be stern, and solid when nessasary.

They past through the gate after speaking breifly with the sentry and proceeded onto the barracks where the company would be waiting. Dempsey wasn't sure exactly what he would say to the men or how he would address them, he would think about it from the time it took him to get out of the jeep and get to the door, then once he was inside...it was time.

He thanked the Cpl. for the drive then walked to the door, he took a deep breath and entered....

He heard...

"Officer!" wispered among the troops....

Lt. Steven Dempsey slowly closed the door behind him and nodded to the men in the room and returned a salute afew of them had given him....

He waited to be addressed by someone in the room stating the groups information, the last thing he needed was to be in the wrong platoons barracks, it would be quite the embarrasment....

Thomas looked at the newly arrived officer. "Sir. I'm guessing you are Lt. Dempsey?"

Lt. Dempsey slowly strolled into the barracks slowly towards the man who had just addressed him,

"Yes, Sergent...?"

He maintained eye contact with the man while he spoke and rested one hand on his Revolver holster at his side...

"Ah, hello sir. I'm Sgt Thomas Davies. Welcome to the 7th Armored." He took another puff of his cigarette. "Any idea when we might see some action?"

Lt. Dempsey saluted Sgt. Davies,

"Thank you for the welcome Sgt Davies, Erhmmm!"

He moved his head towards the cigerette to signal he disliked it in his presence then moved to the side of Sgt. Davies after giving him a nod,

Action he said, it sounds glorious now...but soon we might all get our wish.. he thought...

"For those of you who don't know!, i am Lt. Steven Dempsey of the 7th Armored corps"

He paused briefly then continued,

"That means you gentleman will be stuck with me and i will be stuck with you for the remainder of this god forsaken war!"

He walked down the middle of the room continuing to speak...

"I am not a hard officer to please, think of me as one of you but your superior, i do not consider myself better than you, more skilled than you but...the crown has given me this responcibility due to my qualifications and schooling to lead you lads, that does not make me a better soldier on the field..if you ever have any issues bring them fourth and i will take them up the chain of command with every intent to have them resolved as soon as i possibly can..i swear it to you"

He made eye contact with each soldier as he slowly moved forward in between the bunks then turned at the end to face the other end of the room where he had came from...

"We are a big family now, we wear the same uniform and aim to fight the same enemy destroying them where ever our dutys take us, that tyrant Hitler thought he could defeat us with his bombs, did he succeed? NO! he also thinks that the infamous General Rommel, aka the desert fox can defeat us in North Afrika, will he? NO! remember why each and every one of you fights and keep that thought in mind as you prepare yourself to face Jerrie, they have brought the fight to us and we will take it back to them like they never DREAMED OF!"

"You think to yourself, the Germans are strong, fast, well equiped, and have a will of iron.....we are all egar to go into combat but i assure you it isn't as glorious and heroic as we all think, all of us are scared,...admidt it or don't, men do die...that means it's all over...LIFE as we know it, so the point im trying to get at is.. TAKE THEIRS FIRST LADS, DON'T GIVE THE BUGGERS THE CHANCE, WHEN YOU ARE SCARED....

He lowered his voice,

"Do not fear because your brothers are near, they will help you in your time of need..trust in them...for they are all you have.."

He awaited comments or questions....

"Sir, what will we do if we run out of ammo in the field?" said Luke Demonte, the newest recruit in 2nd squad. His hands shivered as he said this, thinking of the possibilities.

Lt. Dempsey replied quickly,

"Well Private, hopefully you have chosen your shots carefully and aimed for the full effect not wasting valuble ammunition...you will be trained to avoid missing as much as possible...if we all do our part we will not have to worrie about being out of ammo because the Germans are all dead, if we happen to be out of ammo when they have all fallen we will take enemy weapons in hand and continue the fight if we have no supplys nearby..."

"I have taken the liberty to prepare somthing for you men already, but that will have to wait"

A sly grin crossed his face as he put his palms together,

"Does that answear your question Private?"

"Ye..Yes Lieutenant. Thank you." His hand were still shaking. Thomas passed a flask of whiskey to him. Luke downed the entire flask in one go.

Dempsey watched as the man drank quickly from the flask and shook his head,

"If i were you soldier i would take it easy on that stuff, my statement...was not an order of course, but i would think it smart to try and get used to having a clear head...it will matter in combat when Jerrie is shooting at us.."

A Sergent by the name of Carrol approached Lt. Dempsey,

"Sir, i am your squads Sergent, Matt Carrol"

Steven gave him a slow nod,

"Good to meet you Sgt. Carrol but im afraid that im rather tired and in need of rest, i will meet the rest of the men tomorrow...now if there no more questions i will head over to the officers barracks?"

The bunk, Labelled 2nd Platoon was soon lighted up later that night.

The seven men unpacked their stuff, rather angrily. A man soon walked out of the bunk, and approached "D Company, 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad."

He knocked on the door...