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Camp Syracuse Headquarters, New York

"Colonel, the men have been called back to service..."

"Good, Very good. Hope the one month break would be adequate for them. When would the ship be taking us to Calais?"

"Sir, you might have to take a look at this..."

The Lieutenant tossed out the file on the Colonel's Desk, labeled "Ministry of Defense". Without hesitation, the Colonel opened the file. Upon sight, the Colonel sank back down to his chair, shocked to find what was inside.

"Jesus, its like the coming of a second bear when we just finished taming the first one. Has the staff been briefed on this?"

"No, this caught us total by surprise, already the 6th French Army have begun retreating. The Pentagon gave us two weeks before we move out."

"What! Two Weeks? Are we going out on a holiday tour or something? Look, at them! Some of them Veterans from the West German front, defeated and exhausted! With the state of these men, we would need at least a month! We have Czechs, Austrians, Germans and even British in the Regiment, how the hell am I going to get this mess sorted out in two weeks, God dammit! Phone back to the Pentagon, we need more time."

"Yes sir, I will try my best."

Camp Syracuse Assembly Area, New York

A tall muscular man stood on the bench, against the entire Battlion.Back from their break, some were fresh but green, others as sloppy as they came back home from the guns of war. He clears his throat at the rather noisy crowd...

"Good day gentlemen, I hope you have spent time with your families throughout the break, as I cannot grantee that you would see them again. Rest assured however, the military will do everything in its power, to ensure the safety of its men. Just in case I forget, I am Lieutenant Colonel Steve Hayes, Commander of 1st Battalion, 39th Infantry Regiment, I would be briefing you on your next tour.

We will spend two weeks here, before boarding a ship which would be heading for La Rochelle, from there we would be taking a train to Carcassonne, where we would be reinforcing elements of the French 6th Army and the British 7th Armoured. The Reds have begun their largest amphibious operation they have ever mounted, to add to the fray, the Soviets summoned their best units into this operation, reports of 1st Airborne Corps and even Spetsnaz forces have been sighted, these are not the sluggish "Red Commie Bastards" you watch in Hollywood, these guys are on par with us, in terms of skill, fitness and firepower. Your first objective would be to get to Carcassonne in one piece. We will further brief you guys once we are in Carcassonne. The staff is working on re-assigning you guys to new Companies and Regiments, as for now, please feel free to grab a free bunk and take a rest, I will be here to entertain any questions."

As the men began to turn and leave Steve walked up to the colonel, saluted and said "Inspireing speech sir. So I can finaly kill some commie scum sir?"

Stanley walked over to his assigned tent and stretched. As he went into the tent, he had a flashback:

"Move!" He and his squad ran through the machinegun fire. He swore when one of his men went down: and another: and another; until he was the only one left.

As the men began to turn and leave Steve walked up to the colonel, saluted and said "Inspireing speech sir. So I can finaly kill some commie scum sir?"

"Ha" laughed the Colonel. "You might be dead even before you see them! Take some rest, you would think otherwise when bullets are flying over your head."

Stanley tried to rest, but he couldn't. So he walked back out to the Colonel. "Sir, when will we recieve our kits? I want to start practicing."

Stanley tried to rest, but he couldn't. So he walked back out to the Colonel. "Sir, when will we recieve our kits? I want to start practicing."

"Your great anticipation for readiness is well appreciated. But, please be patient, we have just received our weapons from the armory and we are sorting them out accordingly." replied the Colonel.

"I'v had bullets pass between mah leggs sir, them bullets passin over mah head was the least of mah worrys. Still, See ya on the front line sir!" Steve said, turning and walking towards Stans tent.

"Hmmm...." Stanley said, turning to Steve. "I don't believe you have seen men die around you? Have you seen the face of the enemy? And yet you criticize me for staring into space?"

A tall blonde man ambling nearbye snorted as he heard the exchange between the men. Walking up he asked one of them "You bellieve you are a brave man?"

ooc: oops sorry cal, didn't know you were replying.

IC: "After 11 years in the army boi? Why yeas ah have, most of em from the fall when thier chutes didn't deploy or when the got thier arms hit so bad they couldn't use them thier chutes. Id say the splat as they hit the ground is one hell of a lot worse than the clang o' a bullet bouncin of yur tin can, how bout you?"

Turning to face the man steve said "Well if likein' explosions an' wantin' to shoot commies is brave then ah most certainly am."

Flanagan walked to his assigned tent (the one that stanley bunks in, not sure if the army still does the two-men to a tent thing)

After sitting down, he pulled out a few maps that he had bought a year before and began to look over them.

ooc: oops sorry cal, didn't know you were replying.

IC: "After 11 years in the army boi? Why yeas ah have, most of em from the fall when thier chutes didn't deploy or when the got thier arms hit so bad they couldn't use them thier chutes. Id say the splat as they hit the ground is one hell of a lot worse than the clang o' a bullet bouncin of yur tin can, how bout you?"

Turning to face the man steve said "Well if likein' explosions an' wantin' to shoot commies is brave then ah most certainly am."

"Your a damn fool thats what you are. You want to fight eh? Well go to the northern front and see how you like it. You wouldn't last two days there, and it's quietened down now, otherwise I wouldn't be here. We managed to hold them back for two weeks, and we were lucky. The Russians have tank brigades twice the size as ours. You cannot stop them when they attack, you have to fall back and wait for them to slow down, before counter attacking. We tried to stop them at the Rhine and all that happened was our army was destoyed. All thats left is remants of the infantry, being shiped out to reinforce US units. In two weeks you will arive in france, and unless you grow a lot smarter in the next few days you are going to die."

Stanley left the two men to their argument and went back into his tent. He found his bunk-mate, Flanagan, was it? He was reading some maps. Stan sat on his bunk, staring at his tent-mate.
After a while, he pulled out a piece of paper and began to write a letter home.

John pulled out a pencil and started to make footnotes, noting the presence of his tentmate.

Jesus, This op is terrible! if the commies have naval support, we'll never get the air cover we need near the coast, they'll just get shot down, i'd rather have them send a Carrier group into the med along with the 2nd Marine division, finally get them deployed en-mass following Iceland, Hell, harriers would be better, anyways. He thought to himself.

Following making his footnotes and etc., John pulled out a swiss army knife, and began whittling on a peice of wood, vaguely shaped like a small machete.

Thomas laughed listening to Steve.
"Hey, this guy drunk or somthin'? You wanna run down a Red tank, be my guest, but I ain't scraping up your legs." He pointed to Carl with his thumb. "Our man here is right, you need to take it more seriously. That said, I like your enthusiasm." He smiled. "What're your names anyway?"

Stan finished his letter and put it in his envelope. He smiled momentarily, and then turned to his bunkmate. "So.. umm.. John, what do you do back home? Have a job, or a wife, or a 'sweetheart'? Why did you join the army?"

"Well, i'm a professional soldier, oblivious enough to you? No family to speak of, I think i have a second cousin, last name Rambo, i think, The army is just, the army, It pays for college.

"I see.... so no reason to go home, is there?"

"Not in particular."

Stan rolled over. "Well, g'night." He fell asleep.

Flanagan checks his watch, then falls asleep.

OOC: Timeskip, please?

ooc: bump

"Ah am Steve. An yer ah is eager. Wa shouldn' ah be. Aint been in many wars but ah was good in the ones ah was in."

"I am sergeant Carl Hayner from the Bundswehr. I am take it you are not idiot like this man then? I hope all you American's aren't ameteurs, the ones i fought with in Germany were useless. When the Russians attacked i'd swear half of them were drunk."

Just then a new recruit walks in.
"Hey there. I'm kinda new here, and i don't know where im supposed to be exactly. Do you know who to ask about getting my equipment? By the way, I'm Drake.

"Ah am Steve. An yer ah is eager. Wa shouldn' ah be. Aint been in many wars but ah was good in the ones ah was in."

"Being good doesn't mean you get to keep your limbs, and I have a help policy. No arms, no legs, no service. You shouldn't too eager to rush to your death. You got nothin to live for?"

"I am sergeant Carl Hayner from the Bundswehr. I am take it you are not idiot like this man then? I hope all you American's aren't ameteurs, the ones i fought with in Germany were useless. When the Russians attacked i'd swear half of them were drunk."

"I ain't American, sir. I'm a Brit. Although the Yanks I worked with were alright guys. That said, I ain't worked with many. Maybe you got a bad lot?" He chuckled.

Just then a new recruit walks in.
"Hey there. I'm kinda new here, and i don't know where im supposed to be exactly. Do you know who to ask about getting my equipment? By the way, I'm Drake.

"Heya Drake, I can only assume your here to kill some reds. The cheif'll give out the equiptment before we deploy and pick a tent to sleep in 'till tomorrow."

((You have to sign up in "The Company 1989" thread before you can play, drake))

"NO AH DON'T!" steve said in a fit of anger. Regaining his calm he said "Ah'd love to see how eager you are to kill commies when the death squads have killed your 3 year old kid an your wife, 'swell as ya perants." turning to Drake he said "How do boi. mah Brit friend heres raght, we gettin or stuff afore we head out an we gotta use the tents fer now. God how we'll miss em."

Shaking his head Carl Hayner wandered of in search of more inteligent conversation. It was not dificult to find some.

Stan was half awake when he was jolted by the southern drawl (or drunken drawl, he didn't know) and stumbled out. "What's going on out here?" he asked groggily. He headed off towards the German. "Hallo. Südländer und der britische Kerl haben Sie unten?" (Hello. Southerner and the British guy have you down?)

"Thats terrible, but you learn to cope. Think about it, its already happened. You can't change it, so its no use dwelling on it. Try to get over it." He yawned and sat back in his chair, pulling his cap down over his eyes. Upon hearing Stan, he smiled. "Der englische Kerl spricht ein kleiner Deutscher." (The English guy speaks a little German.)

"Easy for you to say" he said when the german began to flow muttering "fuck this" he walked off to his tent, lyeing on his bunk, looking at a picture of his family.

"NO AH DON'T!" steve said in a fit of anger. Regaining his calm he said "Ah'd love to see how eager you are to kill commies when the death squads have killed your 3 year old kid an your wife, 'swell as ya perants." turning to Drake he said "How do boi. mah Brit friend heres raght, we gettin or stuff afore we head out an we gotta use the tents fer now. God how we'll miss em."

"Alright then" said Drake as he reslung his pack. "I'll go talk to the CO then, and maybe I'll see you again. Bye." He sauntered off, whistling a tune.

Stan turned around. "Sie sprechen Deutsch ebenso? Schließlich können wir ohne diesen Südländer über das Hören oder das Verstehen unseres Gespräches sprechen." (You speak German as well? Finally, we can speak without that Southerner over hearing our conversation.)

Stan turned around. "Sie sprechen Deutsch ebenso? Schließlich können wir ohne diesen Südländer über das Hören oder das Verstehen unseres Gespräches sprechen." (You speak German as well? Finally, we can speak without that Southerner over hearing our conversation.)

"Er ist ein o.k. Kind, ein bisschen verrückt. Seine Familie wurde von Kommunisten in Frankreich getötet." (He's an okay kid, a bit crazy. His family was killed by the communists in France.)

"Ahh... Ich wusste das nicht. Ich wäre nicht so hart gewesen, wenn ich dass gewusst hätte. Übrigens, würde Sie, einen zigarette mögen?"
Stan took out a package of cigarettes.
"They give these to me not knowing I'm Mormon," Stan said, switching to English, "Here, take the whole package." He offered the cgarettes to Drake.

(Ahh... I did not know. I would not have been so harsh. By the way, would you like a cigarette?)

"Ahh... Ich wusste das nicht. Ich wäre nicht so hart gewesen, wenn ich dass gewusst hätte. Übrigens, würde Sie, einen zigarette mögen?"
Stan took out a package of cigarettes.
"They give these to me not knowing I'm Mormon," Stan said, switching to English, "Here, take the whole package." He offered the cgarettes to Drake.

(Ahh... I did not know. I would not have been so harsh. By the way, would you like a cigarette?)

"Thanks." He took a cigarette and lit it. "So, you got anyone back home? A special someone?" He took a small puff. "It's good to know the stories behind the people who are shooting away from you."

"Yeah, I got a wife, two boys, and a nice house with some woods behind it." He smiled. "I work down in Utah as a police officer when I'm not fighting." Stan took out a canteen and took a drink. "How about you?"

Flanagan wakes up, several seconds after stan leaves. Bored, he heads to the camp's mess tent.

OOC: Sorry, I completely missed this thread until now. I'm just gonna start as if I had been through the other parts. Just bring me up to date. Are we already in Marsellies, or at least in France?

"Well hi there! You're names Flanagan right? Mines Drake. The CO put me in the tent beside your's, by the way. Here pull up a seat." He says, as he puts out his hand for Flanagan to shake.

OOC: Camp Syracuse, New York, Your on time, post a bio in "The company 1989"

"Yeah, I got a wife, two boys, and a nice house with some woods behind it." He smiled. "I work down in Utah as a police officer when I'm not fighting." Stan took out a canteen and took a drink. "How about you?"

"Not much. Council flat in Islington, working as a cop when not on a tour of duty. Got one daughter named Margeret, no relation to the Iron Handbag, my wifes been gone a few years. Still what I got, I like." He smiled, but then his expression changed. "Tell me, buddy, wie denken Sie, dass sich die neuen Kerle halten werden?" (How do you think the new guys will hold up?)

Stan jumped. He then turned around. "Oh, hi. Thought for a moment you were a Polish paratrooper." He shook his hand. "Me and.... you know, I never got your name." He said to the man he was talking to. "And Drake. Don't sneak up on anyone again, please? He stared out at the night. "Night's like this, at times like this, you don't know who to trust."

OOC: Camp Syracuse, New York, Your on time, post a bio in "The company 1989"

OOC: Already did. Steven Harrison.

Off to one side of the camp, Steven laid alone on a cot, finguring his most prized possession, his M21 rifle. On a nearby crate, the words "It's too damn cold here" were scratched over and over again into the wood. Stapled to the thin tent fabric above his cot was a picture of his family, a mother and father posing in front of a horse and a small ranch house.

"True" says Drake as he pulls out his canteen. "Want a drink?" As he takes a swig. "It's Canadian beer. The good stuff."

Going back into German with a serious expression, Stan said, "Steven, Ich bezweifle ernstlich, dass einige von ihnen stehen und kämpfen wird. Ich nehme an, dass fast Hälfte von ihnen tot ist, als wir Carcassonne erreichen." He looked methodically into the night. (I seriously doubt any of them will stand and fight. I expect almost half of them to be dead by the time we reach Carcassonne.)

"And Drake, for future reference," Stan said, pulling a face at the beer, "I am Mormon, thus I do not drink, swear, smoke, chew, or any of that. Anyway, I don't have water in mine. I have Utah Cider. Best in the world, my opinion." Stan took another drink.

"Well cider's always good." As he corks his canteen. Speaking apologetically "I'm sorry if i offended you. Didn't know you were Mourmon." He begins to unpack his stuff in the other tent.

OOC- sos i missed start of conversation in German, i was offline for a bit

IC- "Danken Sie Gott! Mindestens sprechen einige Leute Deutsches hier. Wenn Hälfte von uns Ende des ersten schwachen we' noch allive sind; ll ist das glückliche Handeln. Das Russian' s sind, it' geisteskrank; s, wie sie nichts haben zu verlieren."

(Thank god! At least some people speak German here. If half of us are still allive by the end of the first weak we'll be doing lucky. The Russian's are insane, it's like they have got nothing to lose.)

"Its fine. By the way, here." Stan took two small pistols from his pockets. "Ruger GP-100 magnums. Small but deadly. Go four of these as a gift from my police department when I got called up." He offered one to Steven and one to Drake.

"Es irrt sich; es ist Gewinn oder für sie sterben. Sie haben alles, um zu gewinnen oder zu verlieren." Stan said quitley, taking another magnum out and offering it to Carl. "Ammunitions in my tent."

(That's wrong; it's win or die for them. They have everything to gain or lose.)

Going back into German with a serious expression, Stan said, "Steven, Ich bezweifle ernstlich, dass einige von ihnen stehen und kämpfen wird. Ich nehme an, dass fast Hälfte von ihnen tot ist, als wir Carcassonne erreichen." He looked methodically into the night. (I seriously doubt any of them will stand and fight. I expect almost half of them to be dead by the time we reach Carcassonne.)

"You'd be surprised what men can do if you threaten their way of life. Glass half full lad." He looked at the cigarette he was holding and laughed. ""Y'know, I never used to smoke before the war."

"Well thank you very much!! It means alot to me. Hope i don't need to use it. What size of rounds?" he asks as he inspects it from the barrel, to the grip. He takes out some of his weapons cleaner, and proceeds to pollish it meticulously. Snapping out of his dreamlike state, he rummages through his worn out duffle bag, until he finds what he's looking for. "These are 2 V-42 combat knives. The same as used by the red devils in World War 2. Take them, I have another one in my rucksack. My uncle was employed by one of the american companies producing them, and he sent 10 of them to my family. A present to both of you." As he handed them to Stan and Steven.

".358 Mag." Stan said to Drake.

"Most people never smoke until something bad happens and they need an outlet." Stan replied to Steven. "And men do either two things threatened; curl up in a ball and wait for death, or act. All us vetrens are men of action; Rookies, I guess, have yet to prove themselves, and thus are eager. I prefer eagerness to sulleness."

"Ну, когда мы достигнем Франции, я буду покупать вам, что пиво" He said to the mess officer, both men learned russian just to insult them, but had actually used it for other purposes.

"Пиво? Вы сын суки, я не алкогольных" Said the messman.

"Hey, i owe you something, and i'm not buying you anything above 30 bucks"

"Пошел на хуй, I'll find another person to bicker with in russian" Said the officer.

"Вы же, что вы делаете, что" said flanagan

They both laugh, following their conversation, which involved a beer that John owed the mess officer, who beat up a drunken man who was about to stab flanagan in his hometown.

"I'll talk to you later, Time to test out my polylinguality."

"Hasta luego, amigo"

"Adios"

John headed back to his bunk, and returned to his maps, removing his footnotes and rewriting them in Hindi, a language he had picked up a few years ago off a Hindu priest, who wanted to spread his culture.

"Es irrt sich; es ist Gewinn oder für sie sterben. Sie haben alles, um zu gewinnen oder zu verlieren." Stan said quitley, taking another magnum out and offering it to Carl. "Ammunitions in my tent."

(That's wrong; it's win or die for them. They have everything to gain or lose.)

Taking the gun Carl switched to english "No, it's more than that. It's not the men, it's the army. There doing things stupidly - when the attacked Munich they went in way to fast, and lost men because of it. If they'd moved slower they could have halved their causualties. It's like there trying to win quickly, not just win."

".358 Mag." Stan said to Drake.

"Most people never smoke until something bad happens and they need an outlet." Stan replied to Steven. "And men do either two things threatened; curl up in a ball and wait for death, or act. All us vetrens are men of action; Rookies, I guess, have yet to prove themselves, and thus are eager. I prefer eagerness to sulleness."

OOC: I'll assume you mea mean Thomas.

IC: "Yeah, yeah, your right. Oh well, more optomistic things. I woner what gear we're gonna get."

"Now that you mention that Carl," Stan said, thinking deeply. "When my unit was attack at Bremen, the Bulgarian Infantry came in before their armor support came. We mowed them down, and the armor went down to because they had no infantry support. The Russians had to send men from Munich to attack us. And they did very well." Stan thought of his freinds lying in that street.

"I hope a light machine gun. That's what I had at Bremen. I also hope I get the Colt 1911 instead of the Berretta. I prefer home stuff. Also, if I get one thing, I want a kevlar vest, so I can have a better chance."

OOC: I need to change my guy's name. I'm getting confused with all the Stevens here.

"Y'know, I never used to smoke before the war."

"I never used to enjoy killing till the commies invaded France." Steve said, stepping out of the shadows behind Thomas "You right ya know, ah shouldnt dweal on the past. Wouldn't have got half as many kills if ah didn't."

Stoping for a moment he said "Guess we never got introduced properly, ahm Steve, Steve O'madgody" extending his hand.

"Nicht dieser Kerl wieder. Denken Sie he' s wirklich überhaupt gewesen im Kampf oder ist er gerade ein Lügner?"


(Not this guy again. Do you think he's actually ever been in combat or is he just a liar?)

Stan glanced at his watch. "Hmmm... only 1:00 A.M." He took his remaing Ruger Magunum, took some cans, and set them on a fence. "A little early for target practice, but I don't care." He got out some ammo, and splitted it between the men he gave pistols to. He loaded his five shots, and said: "Utah Desert Game right here. Full clip, Shoot each can once on the fence, and again on the ground. Who wants to go first?"

"Leichter freund Frau und Kind wurden getötet." Stan said as he checked his gun.

(Easy friend. Wife and kid got killed)

"Thomas what are you hoping for? I'm merely a medic, so I'm going to get rifle probably, if that. I have another four knives in here, if you want one. It's the V-42 combat knife. Same as the Red Devils used." he says as he hands a knife to Thomas, Steven, Stan, and Steve.

Stan glanced at his watch. "Hmmm... only 1:00 A.M." He took his remaing Ruger Magunum, took some cans, and set them on a fence. "A little early for target practice, but I don't care." He got out some ammo, and splitted it between the men he gave pistols to. He loaded his five shots, and said: "Utah Desert Game right here. Full clip, Shoot each can once on the fence, and again on the ground. Who wants to go first?"

From his tent, Steven heard voices talknig about an accuracy contest. "...Game right here. Full clip, Shoot each can once on the fence, and again on the ground. Who wants to go first?" Steven was up in an instance and dissolved into the shadows. Moments later, he materialized front of the other soldiers, clutching his rifle. "I'm in."

OOC: You have no rifle yet, all they have is unofficial gear.

"Mindestens er weiß für sicheres. Gott weiß, was meinen Eltern und Schwester geschah. Letztes I hörte, dass sie noch in Hamburg und in that' waren; s gegangenes Rot."

(At least he know for certain. God knows what happened to my parents and sister. Last I heard they were still in Hamburg, and that's gone red.)

"Nicht dieser Kerl wieder. Denken Sie he' s wirklich überhaupt gewesen im Kampf oder ist er gerade ein Lügner?"


"Ich weiß nicht, ob hes jemals kämpfte, aber er nicht tut, geht Hälfte darüber weiter. Auf jeden Fall wird er einen anständigen frontliner machen. Er hat mindestens Begeisterung." (I don't know if hes ever fought, but he doesn't half go on about it. At any rate, he'll make a decent frontliner. He at the least has enthusiasm.)
I'm looking for the latest Lee Enfield. Maybe a Colt and a bayonet as well."
He grinned at Stan's challenge. "Sure, I'll have a pop." He took his pistol and aimed for a second, before firing one round through a tin. "Well, I still got the aim at least."

"Oh... sorry Steve. Pistols only. Here..." Stan handed him his pistol. "Try it. Double tap each can. 5 second reload. You have 1 and a half minutes. Start when you want." He stepped back.

OOC: You have no rifle yet, all they have is unofficial gear.

OOC: What if he brought the rifle from home?

"Oh... sorry Steve. Pistols only. Here..." Stan handed him his pistol. "Try it. Double tap each can. 5 second reload. You have 1 and a half minutes. Start when you want." He stepped back.

OOC: Which Steve? Me, or the other one?

"Right. Looks like we will have a fine early morning competition. Winner gets...." Stan looked around. "Any suggestions?"

OOC: Those who have not signed up please do not post.

Camp Syracuse, Dormitory "B" Platoon 2

"Please be aware before you guys go to bed, take a look at the Squad Roster. If your name is not on the list outside, please move around to search for your correct platoon, or ask any officers within the premises. Lights out at 10pm."

...

Rations, Personal Medication and extra field equipment, not included in the list. Will be informed prior to mission.

...

Squad Bravo

Sergeant Carl Hayner
X1 M16A2
X4 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X3 M67
X1 Binoculars
X1 Night Vision
X1 Smoke Grenade
X1 M9
X2 9 ×19 mm NATO 9 round magazine

Corporal Christopher Baker
X1 M16A2 M203
X5 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X3 M67
X3 HE 40x46 mm grenade

Private Stanley L. Bentley
X1 M16A2 M203
X5 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X3 M67
X3 HE 40x46 mm grenade

Private Thomas Gordon
X1 M16A2
X5 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X3 M67
X1 Medic Kit

Private First Class John Flanagan
X1 M14
X6 7.62x51mm NATO 20 round Magazines
X2 M67
X1 NV Googles
X1 Binoculars

Private Steve O'magody
X1 M16A2
X4 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X2 M67
X1 Radio

Private Drake Grandd
X1 M16A2
X4 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X1 AT-4
X2 HEAT Rounds
X2 HEDP Rounds

Private Masaru Higurashi
X1 M249
X4 5.56x45mm NATO 200 rounds Ammo Box

In an instant Steve was infront of Carl, a knife to his throaght
"Wha yes ah have ya kraut fucker. Ah might not speack German but ma papy taught me enugh to understand it. Ifn you be doubtin mah experiance Ah can show ya with a knife, right here, right now, punk." Steve proceded to spit at Carls feet and stalk off, tucking his knife back into his belt.

ooc: Please not i am not expressing my views in this post atall. I infact find germans quite cuddly and dont refer to them as Krauts. please keep this in mind aswell as the fact Steve now pretty much wants to kill Carl :P

From his tent, Steven heard voices talknig about an accuracy contest. "...Game right here. Full clip, Shoot each can once on the fence, and again on the ground. Who wants to go first?" Steven was up in an instance and dissolved into the shadows. Moments later, he materialized front of the other soldiers, clutching his rifle. "I'm in."

"WOAH!" yelled a very surprised Drake, who jumped and landed on his behind. "You're even quieter than me! I'll go last then." He went inside to get his gun.

"How about we make a pot? I'll put in 10 bucks."

OOC: Kansiov, little error. 'Corporal Christopher Baker
X1 M16A2
X5 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X3 M67

Corporal Christopher Baker
X1 M16A2 M203
X5 5.56mm 30 round Magazines
X3 M67
X3 HE 40x46 mm grenade'
2 Bakers, no Gordons lol

OOC: Only snipers can have custom rifles, and rifles are something you just DONT get past the army mail system.

"Alright then. I'll put in $5"

OOC: Only snipers can have custom rifles, and rifles are something you just DONT get past the army mail system.

OOC: Good point. Have you read my character bio though?

"I'll put $15 in," Steven said as he dropped the cash onto the table.

In an instant Steve was infront of Carl, a knife to his throaght
"Wha yes ah have ya kraut fucker. Ah might not speack German but ma papy taught me enugh to understand it. Ifn you be doubtin mah experiance Ah can show ya with a knife, right here, right now, punk." Steve proceded to spit at Carls feet and stalk off, tucking his knife back into his belt.

ooc: Please not i am not expressing my views in this post atall. I infact find germans quite cuddly and dont refer to them as Krauts. please keep this in mind aswell as the fact Steve now pretty much wants to kill Carl :P

Looking the other man walk of Carl shook his head. Turning to the others he switched again to english - "What's the point of shooting cans? They don't fire back, unlike the Russian's. Sure there small, but at the range the enemy will be it'l be about the same. Plus can's do not move."

"I have... 5 bucks and a quarter. Any others?" To Carl he then said "Kritisieren Sie Mann nicht. Er konnte wahrscheinlich enden, unsere Leben, für alles zu sparen, dass wir wissen."

(Don't criticize man. He could probably end up saving our lives, for all we know.)

OOC: Custom rifles that are cleared through the army chain of command, and on your list, also, M-14, WAHOO! It may be a relic, but it's got more accurate shots than any weapon a regular infantryman can get, and it's easy to supress without losing too much.

(Don't criticize man. He could probably end up saving our lives, for all we know.)

"Wenn ich jemals in einer Situation bin, wenn ich seine Hilfe brauche, verpasse ich ein Paar von Beinen, gesessen in einem Schale-Loch mit einem T-72, der an mir vorbringt." (If I'm ever in a situation when I need his help I'll be missing a pair of legs, sat in a shell hole with a T-72 advancing at me.)

"Cans are the only thing we have. We can't shoot at anyone else here, unless... but that's dangerous."

"I' d eher goe zu den Russen für Hilfe."

(I'd rather go to the Russians for help)

"Cans are the only thing we have. We can't shoot at anyone else here, unless... but that's dangerous."

"I bet I could shoot a can off your head from 100 yards or more away. But then again, if I miss, which I won't, I could kill you. Then again, it's too dangerous..."

"Cans are the only thing we have. We can't shoot at anyone else here, unless... but that's dangerous."

With a Deep thinking look in his face "We could always take potshots at the chickens that are on base. Fresh wings anyways." he says with a smile.

"I say we keep going with the Utah Desert Game." Stan said, as the things got more ridiculous. "Though wings sound good right now..."

With a Deep thinking look in his face "We could always take potshots at the chickens that are on base. Fresh wings anyways." he says with a smile.

"We shouldn't - they might save our lives!"

OOC: Kanisov, I though I was a corpral?

"Well, my mum does have a very good wing sauce.....

"Alright, since we are all not in agreement, let us do Utah War Desert Game. Cans are set on posts spaced 10 feet apart for 100 yards. They are uneven. A man must stand on the right side of the cans, about 50 feet away. There are two players; when one man spots the other, he must shoot the can closet to the other. If he suceeds, the other man is dead, and the victor proceeds to the next round. Winner gets the pot."

"Alright, since we are all not in agreement, let us do Utah War Desert Game. Cans are set on posts spaced 10 feet apart for 100 yards. They are uneven. A man must stand on the right side of the cans, about 50 feet away. There are two players; when one man spots the other, he must shoot the can closet to the other. If he suceeds, the other man is dead, and the victor proceeds to the next round. Winner gets the pot."

"We ready?" Steven asked, cocking his borrowed pistol.

"Alright, since we are all not in agreement, let us do Utah War Desert Game. Cans are set on posts spaced 10 feet apart for 100 yards. They are uneven. A man must stand on the right side of the cans, about 50 feet away. There are two players; when one man spots the other, he must shoot the can closet to the other. If he suceeds, the other man is dead, and the victor proceeds to the next round. Winner gets the pot."

OOC: I gotta go off now, so assume I do well but don't win. Ta."

Flanagan, satisfied, began packing his equipment away in his backpack, personal utilities, 2 Spare BDU's, a custom-tooled easy-mount scope, a M-14 supressor, A compass, his maps, his M-14 cleaning kit, a signal mirror, and his old survival kit he had from his days hiking in the Summer.

(In total:
2x BDU
Personal utilities, Toothbrush, Shaving gear, etc.
1x M-14 cleaning kit
A detailed map of france, Card style
1x Compass
1x Signal mirror
Survival kit containing water purifying pills, a survival knife, a flare gun, and other assorted survival gear
1x Long-range scope
Tell me if this is too much gear.)

"Alright, since we are all not in agreement, let us do Utah War Desert Game. Cans are set on posts spaced 10 feet apart for 100 yards. They are uneven. A man must stand on the right side of the cans, about 50 feet away. There are two players; when one man spots the other, he must shoot the can closet to the other. If he suceeds, the other man is dead, and the victor proceeds to the next round. Winner gets the pot."

"Well alright then" As he is visibly unnerved by that concept. "I'll go last as before."

"Well alright then" As he is visibly unnerved by that concept. "I'll go last as before."

"Who wants to challenge me?" Steven said mockingly as he looked around.

"I will watch. It will be more amusing for me this way."

"I think we are" as he pulls out his pistol. "i'll try my hand at it, if noone else wants to?"

"Let us begin." Stan said, moving to the far end of the cans, and going prone.

OOC: Note; the two men start prone and looking the other way for five seconds before moving.

"Hmmmm. Wonder who will win"

OOC: how do you decide hit and miss?

"Hmmmm. Wonder who will win"

OOC: how do you decide hit and miss?

OOC: Read my character's bio, and that should help you.

OOC: Dice.

Rolling.... Stan loses!!!

Stan got up grudgingly. "I can't believe it!" He said. "You really are a great sharpshooter."

OOC: Dice.

Rolling.... Stan loses!!!

Stan got up grudgingly. "I can't believe it!" He said. "You really are a great sharpshooter."

In his best Elvis impression, Steven replied "Thank you, Thank you very much!"

"Congrats Steven! Seems you are a sharpshooter." He says happily as he pats him on the back. "Nice shooting too Stan. You almost had it!"

"Alright, next up!" Stan yelled as he sat down next to Carl.

"Congrats Steven! Seems you are a sharpshooter." He says happily as he pats him on the back. "Nice shooting too Stan. You almost had it!"

"Hello Carl, schön zu sehen," Steven said in his best German, but came out sound like a coughing fit.

OOC: According to my dice, we fired almost simultanously. My bullet missed by around a half inch, while Stevens knocked dead center.

OOC- how long is everyone going to be posting, cos i don't want to miss anything important, but i need sleep to live.

"Well I guess I'll try my hand at it. Wont be very good i don't think." Says Drak as he walks over to his spot

OOC: I'm playing until most leave, since it's only 7:40 here. Also it's my first RP game :)

Taking out a packet of cigeretes Carl lit one before offering them round, asking "Kippe?"

OOC: Rolling... Oh, what a surprise. Steven wins again. The opposite player missed by 5 inches, but Steven once again hit dead center.

"No thanks, Carl. I'm Mormon." Stan watched as Steven did an impromptu victory dance. "Amazing. Wonder if a Soviet sniper will die from laughing if he sees that through his scope."

Taking out a packet of cigeretes Carl lit one before offering them round, asking "Kippe?"

"Danke. Anyone want to see me shoot the butt off the cigarette once I'm done with it?"

"nice shot. Said i wasn't going to be any good. Anyways if a sniper did see that, you'd kill him from laughing." says Drake with an almost hysterical laugh. "I don't smoke. How 'bout a drink between friends? Canadian beer, not the flavoured water you find here." as he offers his canteen to Carl.

"No thanks, Carl. I'm Mormon." Stan watched as Steven did an impromptu victory dance. "Amazing. Wonder if a Soviet sniper will die from laughing if he sees that through his scope."

"Thank you. Yea, I wouldn't be surprised one did, but if they did laugh, I'd shoot him clean through the scope," Steven responded with a slight laugh. "Give him something to truely laugh at!"

"I agree. No beer here, though," said Stan, taking out his cider. "Umm... shall we toast to Gorbachev, that he may get sores on his butt? Or to the Soviets in general?"

OOC:for the rolling what die do you use, and whats the scoring??

"Canadian? Could you not do better? I would kill for a Marzen, though unless we defeat the Soviet's I do not thing Oktoberfest will be happening any time soon."

"I agree. No beer here, though," said Stan, taking out his cider. "Umm... shall we toast to Gorbachev, that he may get sores on his butt? Or to the Soviets in general?"

"That's a very good idea." replies Drak with a laugh. "to Gorbachev, may he have a long prosperous life, and get many painful sores on his big behind!" says Drake raising his canteen, and taking a swig, before passing it to steven.

"I agree. No beer here, though," said Stan, taking out his cider. "Umm... shall we toast to Gorbachev, that he may get sores on his butt? Or to the Soviets in general?"

"To the Soviets," Steven said, drawing his canteen and raising it up. "May they have the best of luck fighting us, and fall down in droves anyways!"

OOC: I use normal dice. I use 3 dice. Straight ones, Player One wins, Stright Twos, Player Two Wins, Straight Threes, One wins but it was close, Straight Fours, Two Wins But it was Close, Straight Fives, Draw, go again, Staright Sixes, missess both, go again. Any other combination I re roll.

"how about a toast to everything in general?? that we may survive maybe?"

"That's a very good idea." replies Drak with a laugh. "to Gorbachev, may he have a long prosperous life, and get many painful sores on his big behind!" says Drake raising his canteen, and taking a swig, before passing it to steven.

Steven quickly repacked his canteen and eagerly grabbed the mug and chugged from it. It was strong stuff, as it caused his eyes to water. He pulled it down and passed it on to the next man.

"To the brave Spetsnatz, that their parachutes may tangle and their bullets go sideways." Stan said before taking a swig of cider.

OOC: thank you veery much Californion.

IC: "Well I did manage to sneak a few bottles in, so finish up the canteen if you want. I'm going to get some rest, unless theres other important business to attend to?" He says with a grin.

"To life, liberty, and to the French 6th and British 5th, that they may stay alive long enough for us to save them. To the brave men who have died, and to the brave men who still fight, that they may survive in this great battle, known as World War Three." Stan said, drinking again from his cider. He then began to quietly sing.

"To mother Russia - may she continue to churn out cannon foder for our bullets!"

"To China, that they may never enter the war!"

"Stan, I must agree with you. Ihave one thing to add. May we survive once we reach them." Drake says on a sober note. He then goes walking off to bed humming the Canadian Anthem.

OOC: I'm going to go off this thread. will go do something else or check the other threads i'm a part of. g'night and Drake is fast asleep. The sleep of the dead basically.

Stan stood, nodded, and walked to his tent, singing The Star Spangled Banner to himself.

OOC: Just decided to crank this out:

Freinds: Drake, Stan, Carl, Steven,Flanagan

Enemies: Steven the Southerner, Carl

"I too must sleep. If I do not I will be tired tomorow and it will be slightly harder to kick your arses. Gute Nacht meine Freunde."

As Stan fell asleep, a horrible dream came up:

Steven, Drake, Carl, and Flanagan were standing against a wall. Out of no where, a Soviet captain walks up and shoots them. Its HIM. Stan reaches for his gun but its not there. The Captain turns and laughs.

Steven remained outside the tents, lighting a camp fire and scrounging up a few crates to sit on. He sat down on a crate he brought from his tent, the one with all the scratched words in it, and began softly singing some of his favorite songs from the radio.

The songs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOA4ixV-3jU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKTiwCez6Zs

OOC: So can we skip to morning?

OOC- No, you can wait for it to be morning for real. Some of us need to sleep - it's half past one for chris' sake!

OOC: 'aight. I am gone from the 4th to the 7th. Just to warn you guys.

Stan could not sleep after the dream. So he took his stuff and went out to sit with Steven. He bagan to pack, listning to Steven singing. He packed his equipment.

Ruger Magnum Pistol
150 .358 Magnum Ammo
M16 Cleaning Kit
Combat Survival Kit (Small First Aid Kit, Compass, Pocketknife, Water Purifer Tablets)
Combat Knife
Camo Rain Poncho
Mess Kit

Steven saw Stan come out of his tent and take a seat around the fire with him. He had a disturbed look on his face, but tried to supress any trace of it by pre-occupying himself with packing. Steven decided that packing for himself wouldn't be a bad idea. He got up, gathered his things, and began packing them into a small tan duffel bag.

Disassembled M21 Pieces
10 clips of M21 Ammo
M21 Cleaning Kit
M21 Scope Cleaning Kit
Spare BDU
Survival Kit (First Aid, Emergency Rations, Compass, Water Purifier Tablets, Russian and French Language Guide)
Personal Possessions
Mess Kit

With that, he replaced the bag under his cot and sat once more by the fire, watching as the flames hypnotized him once more with their solemn dance.

ooc: sorry for not posting, I work nights

ic:

Before sleeping, Higurashi set up his small ancenstral shrine. Inside was a picture of his grandfather, who had been an Ohka pilot in the Second World War. He remembered stories from his grandmother about that war...about the devastation that was brought upon those who had done nothing...he finished his prayers, clapping his hands together before blowing out the incense stick and closing the small doors. He knew he couldn't take it with him to the front, so Higurashi was doing his best to honor his family while he could.

ooc: felt the past of his grandfather added something to the story.

Following packing everything away, John took a plastic-covered package out of his footlocker, and put it in a smaller pocket in his pack, he then turned in for the night.

(+1 Ghillie suit!)


OOC: Did you get assigned a M21?

OOC: ok I'v times kipped to morning about now, 11 am in reality is about late enugh for the time skip me thinks.

IC: Steve was up bright and early, regardless of his late 'bed time', doing his morning exersises. He had already packed his kit and done 50 situps, squat thrusts and star jumps and was now on his 37th push up, claping his hands between each push up.

John put on his ghillie suit, and walked outside for his favorite pastime, Sitting like a bush, and scaring the hell out of people

Stan woke up. He felt groggy. He stumbled out. OOC: I am going to be gone for 1 and a half hours. sorry

Carl woke up late, well rested. His bunkmate had been asleep when he arrived, and was gone when he rose. Having got dressed he went for a 10 mile run, laughing as he saw some poor bastard get jumped by a guy in cammo gear.

Stan stretched and then went for a run. He had to get that dream off his mind somehow. He ran 10 miles, and then went to the shooting range to practice with his M16 and his Ruger.

Morning Drills...

Lt. Colonel Hayes opened up the morning with a roar through the PA system...

"LAYOUTS COMPLETED in 5 MINUTES TIME! BUNK INSPECTION FOLLOWS AFTERWORDS!"

THe men sprawling back to their dorms, laying out their spreadsheet and equipment on top...

the clock was ticking...

"Welcome back to the army..."
someone muttered...

Flanagan, back in his tent, quickly completed the task.


OOC: What are we supposed to do? lay out our gear and make our beds? Does that include unofficial gear?

Steve doned his uniform and began to lay his equipment on his imacualte bunk, laying his M16 in the right side, his compass and other necesery equipment along the left side and the radio in the middle, fully set up. He then stood to attention at the side of his footlocker.

OOC: Also, soldiers are allowed to keep personal items after they pass basic, right?

OOC: i hope so. we gonna need the beer at the front.you guys all seem to be hard workers rofl

IC:"Well good morning everyone. Whos got a hangover?" Drake goes to the can, and sets up his equipment. ie.shining his boots, and laying out his clothes etc.

Steven lurched awake after hearing the voice come ove the PA system. He had spent the entire night by the fire, mostly on the ground sleeping. His hair and clothes were a mess, but after a quick dunk in a bucket of water and a change, he looked ready to go. He grabbed his duffel and dropped it on his bed, unpacking everything that had been issued to him. Since he didn't sleep inside last night, he had no need to make the bed.

IC: Thomas yawned and got up. He stumbled over to his bag, taking out a comb and a tub of brylcreem. He dunked his head in a bucket of water and then set his hair back into its usual position before making his bed and laying out his equiptment onto his bunk. He sat down on the foot of the bed and began shining his shoes.
"I never get hangovers, mate. Beauty of living next to a pub." He smiled and put the glowing shoes down.

Stan ran from the shooting range to his tent. 5 minutes, PAH! He quickly completed it, nodding to Flanagan.

To Thomas "Well neither do I. The joy of being Canadian, French, and Scottish. My dad was a drinker too. How about you? Where are you from?"

As Stan finished his work, he heard muffled voices talking about hangovers. He smiled. Beuaty of not drinking; no hangovers.

"Still the same old army, Never get to have a peaceful morning, These days make you wonder why the army doesn't have a bunch of scientists working on a no-downside energy formula." Said flanagan.

"I thought they were. Something called Red Bull..."

"Red bull? What a stupid name..."

"I have to agree with you. From the rumours, no soldier would drink it."

To Thomas "Well neither do I. The joy of being Canadian, French, and Scottish. My dad was a drinker too. How about you? Where are you from?"

"English, from London. What part of Canada you from?" He chuckled. "Red Bull? That is one dumb ass name, sounds like a soviet herd."

"Red Bull.." Stan said thoughtfully. "Sounds like a winner. Perhaps they'll make a fourtune selling it..."

Carl fell in more or less. He had no gear to deal with as it was presumeably still buried under the remains of his baracks in Germany. On the retreat they'd all just made do with whatever they could get there hands on, but when he was ordered across the pond he left what he'd aquired in France.

"Well im fro Hamilton, Ontario. It does, doesn't it? Well can't be any good if it has anything to do with the soviets." he said with a grin.

OOC:like ih8u said: i dont express all my views. the difference here is soviets.

Stan looked around. "Did you check the roster last night? It seems were in the same squad. Carl, I believe you are the leader. And does any one know that Japanese person?"

"Nope, sorry. Didn't know we had a Japanese person in our Company," Steven said, walking in on the conversation.

"I saw the name on the list, but havn't seen anyone like him." Stan then looked at his watch. "When does that inspection begin?"

"I'v never seen him. Glad we're in the same squad. By the way I've been meaning to give these to you guys. These are V-4 combat knives. The same used by the Red Devils, or Devils brigade, in World War 2. I want you guys to have one each. As a sign of our friendship." hands them out to Stan, Steve, Thomas, Carl, and John.

"Thanks." Stan tucked it into his belt. "Does anyone know where the mailbox is? I need to send a letter."

"I'v never seen him. Glad we're in the same squad. By the way I've been meaning to give these to you guys. These are V-4 combat knives. The same used by the Red Devils, or Devils brigade, in World War 2. I want you guys to have one each. As a sign of our friendship." hands them out to Stan, Steve, Thomas, Carl, and John.

"Thanks. I appreciate it," Steven replied, taking the knife and tucking it into his pants.

"Never mind, I'll send the letter later... is anyone else hungry?" Stan looked around. "Or did your hangovers kill your appitite?"

"No problem. By the way, what is it with americans, and sticking weapons in your pants? Just asking, no insult meant. I'm a Canuck, so hangovers come difficultly. I'm perssonnaly starved."

"Speaking of which, I want to show you guys something I picked up in Kingman on the way here." From a pocket, Steven drew up a large, circular piece of plastic. "It's a portable compact disk player. I can play songs on here. It's really high tech."

"Woah. How does it work? Doesn't look like it has any tape, or even the ridges like a record! It looks like one though."

"Well...ummm... its a reflex from the era of cowboys." Stan said with a straight face. "They had to have a knife close, so they tucked it in their belts."
He turned to the amazing object. "Wow! I saw those in Ogden. They cost alot their."

"We have them in Germany, there pretty good. Are you sure I'm in charge Stan, I figured as I'm German and this is an American unit that I wouldn't be."

"Well, Carl, I assumed since we are all different nationalities, you, as the most expreianced and the only seargent, would be the leader."

"Woah. How does it work? Doesn't look like it has any tape, or even the ridges like a record! It looks like one though."

"Well...ummm... its a reflex from the era of cowboys." Stan said with a straight face. "They had to have a knife close, so they tucked it in their belts."
He turned to the amazing object. "Wow! I saw those in Ogden. They cost alot their."

"Yea, it costs alot. The guy in Kingman gave it to me for free. He was getting a new model in and needed to get rid of the old ones. He practically shoved it into my hands. As for how they work, watch." Steven pressed down on a shiny black button in the middle, and the top of the player slowly lifted up like an entrance to a UFO. Steven took a CD out of his pocket. "These are the compact discs. On each on of these are songs, etched into the plastic. You pop it in, close the top and it plays. It's an amazing device." Steven put the disc into it player, and turned it on. He handed the head set around for everybody to take a listen.

"It's Tears for Fears, my favorite band. The song that's playing right now seems more than appropriate for our current situation."

Song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOA4ixV-3jU

"You never know. You Guy's would probally end up hating me after a week. Apparantly I'm a bit of a hard ass."

"I like that song, espeacially since it's way more than appropriate for right now. Well Carl, everybody hates the sergeant no matter what." he says with a lopsided grin. "Also, if your a hard ass, we might just survive."

"That's a good song," Higurashi said as he attempted to join the conversation. "But it doesn't beat Yukko's songs..."

ooc: you guys seem to get up early for this. geez...

OOC- not really. I'm in the UK so it kinda works out right for me

OOC:im in canada so right now its 4:07 :D

ooc: well, i did wake up @ 2 pm... >(^_^);

"You never know. You Guy's would probally end up hating me after a week. Apparantly I'm a bit of a hard ass."

"Ah, don't be stupid Carl. I already hate ya." He chuckled and took a small pack of cards from his pockets. "Anyone here know howta play Poker?" He then looked at Steven. "Hey, you got any jazz on that thing?"

OOC: Its only 2:23 here.

"Well, I think, Carl, that you would be a very good seargent," Stan said. "I am used to strict officers. In Vietnam, my Seargent yelled at us and pushed us so hard. One of my freinds caught trench foot and his foot rottetted off because the Seargent said we couldn't stop."

"I'll play Poker, but won't accept any money. I can't bet either." Stan said as he sat down on a crate.

"Ah, don't be stupid Carl. I already hate ya." He chuckled and took a small pack of cards from his pockets. "Anyone here know howta play Poker?" He then looked at Steven. "Hey, you got any jazz on that thing?"

"Maybe," Steven said with a slight smile, poping out the Tears for Fears CD and passing the player over to the other Steve. "Here, let me go get one from my tent." Steven got up and walked back to his tent, searching for his Jazz CD.

OOC: Its only 2:23 here.

"Well, I think, Carl, that you would be a very good seargent," Stan said. "I am used to strict officers. In Vietnam, my Seargent yelled at us and pushed us so hard. One of my freinds caught trench foot and his foot rottetted off because the Seargent said we couldn't stop."

"Ouch. I've had the opposite, my last two seargents were idiots. One just took the squads credit as his own while he took all the plans and ideas from our radio op, while the other just sort of disappeared everytime a fight broke out."

"I'll play Poker, but won't accept any money. I can't bet either." Stan said as he sat down on a crate.

"You know, your relegion really sucks."

"I'll play Poker, but won't accept any money. I can't bet either." Stan said as he sat down on a crate.

"Ah, thats no fun." He grinned. "Whatever, we'll use placeholders." He took a small satchel from his belt filled with flat circular beads. "These'll have to do for now." He nodded to Steven as he left in thanks.

"All religions have their merits," Higurashi added. "For instance, if I were strict about it...I couldn't eat meat of any kind," he chuckled, "But of course I do. Buddha forgives small indiscressions."

"Ahhhh Buddhism. One of the few religions that i agree about most of the policies. I dont play poker. Betting is not something I do alot. You can lose way too much. So Higurarushi, are you allowed to drink beer?" offers cantee on canadian beer to Higurarushi.

OOC: i was away for awhile because dad needed computer and mom needed measurments. im not an adult.

"Awww, come on? No one but Stan an' Steven want to play? Oh well, your losses eh?" He dealt the cards, placing Steven's cards face down. "We'll start when hes back."

OOC: How do we decide who wins?

"Ahhhh Buddhism. One of the few religions that i agree about most of the policies. I dont play poker. Betting is not something I do alot. You can lose way too much. So Higurarushi, are you allowed to drink beer?" offers cantee on canadian beer to Higurarushi.

OOC: i was away for awhile because dad needed computer and mom needed measurments. im not an adult.

"Domo," Higurashi said as he took the canteen. "I wish I had some sake to offer you in return...and betting is the Japanese national past-time. Mind if I join?"

OOC: How do we decide who wins?

OOC: Actually, I'll edit that. Two dice and its 1-2 is a Pair, 3-4 is 2 pair, 5-6 three of a kind, 7-8 straight, 9-10 is a full house, 11-12 is a royal flush.

IC: "Sure, the more the merrier." He dealt Higurashi a hand and geustured for him to sit.

Stan scratched his beard. "So, I know that Carl fought in Germany, and I fought in Germany, but have any of you other guys fought on the front yet?"

OOC: I'll two roll dice for your hands. 1-2 is a straight, 2-4 is a full house and 5-6 is a royal flush. It may take a fair few rolls but there'll be one winner eventually.

IC: "Sure, the more the merrier." He dealt Higurashi a hand and geustured for him to sit.

"Thanks you," he said. "So...how does one play?"

"I'm green. Fresh out of boot camp. I'll be back in a minute." he goes back in his tent, and ruffles through his duffle bag.

"It's all about bluffing. You got to make your opponents think you've got a better hand than you do." He looked down at his cards. He pushed 5 of his blue chips forward. "I'll raise 500."

OOC: Okay, there are green, red, yellow and blue. Green = 5, red = 20, yellow = 50, blue = 100. You all have telegrams telling you your hand. I know all the hands, so don't try to lie if you lose. ;)

"I raise 700." Stan pushed his chips forward.

"I raise 700." Stan pushed his chips forward.

"I'll raise 800." He looked at Stan, trying to guess what he had.

Stan put on his best poker face. "What are you staring at me for?"

Stan put on his best poker face. "What are you staring at me for?"

"It's what you do, lad. Just wondering what cards you got there. You going to raise me or not?" His face was blank.

"I raise 950." Stan pushed his poker chips up.

"I raise 950." Stan pushed his poker chips up.

He smiled.
"Well, I guess... I guess I'll fold. What about you two?"

He smiled.
"Well, I guess... I guess I'll fold. What about you two?"

"Is this, good or bad...?" Higurashi asked, referring to his hand.

"Can I see?"

"Is this, good or bad...?" Higurashi asked, referring to his hand.

"It's better to let Drake see, hes the most impartial."

OOC:my nation is daiwiz. theu united socialist states of daiwiz

Higurashi showed his straight to the men. "So, what's this mean?"

"Probably luck. Probably a better hand.." Stan said to himself. "I think I'm done gentlemen. May you continue in your strive for colored plastic circles." Stan stood up and walked over to a crate to watch.

OOC: Can we do a time skip to the day we move out? By the way, just a reminder, 4th to 7th I am gone to Yellowstone.

OOC: i will be unable to play for about 1 hour tommorrow. maybe a half hour. my speech is bad in real life (and when im not pretending bad here) and so im being taught how to get past it. bad stuttering and not getting words out. both dad and grandfather have it. I did suggest a time skip, so as to not have, litterally, 100 pages of what a soldier would do when waiting to be deployed. Except for Higurashi, we all know alot about eachother, more or less. We'll learn more about you on the front i guess :)

IC:"Well, looks like you win Higurashi. Congrats." He says with a smile. "Heres a congratulatory gift. It's my second last V4 combat knife, and im giving it to you. Same as used by the Devils Brigade in WW2." Drake hands him the knife.

OOC: i will be unable to play for about 1 hour tommorrow. maybe a half hour. my speech is bad in real life (and when im not pretending bad here) and so im being taught how to get past it. bad stuttering and not getting words out. both dad and grandfather have it. I did suggest a time skip, so as to not have, litterally, 100 pages of what a soldier would do when waiting to be deployed. Except for Higurashi, we all know alot about eachother, more or less. We'll learn more about you on the front i guess :)

IC:"Well, looks like you win Higurashi. Congrats." He says with a smile. "Heres a congratulatory gift. It's my second last V4 combat knife, and im giving it to you. Same as used by the Devils Brigade in WW2." Drake hands him the knife.

"Thank you," he said as he accepted the knife. "It will go well with my grandfather's katana."

"The katana is a very nice weapon. Your people are great, and dangerous fighters. I have taken an interest in Japan and China. Along with Russia and Germany. All four countries have a very long, and interesting history."

"Well, g'night everyone." Stan went off to bed.

OOC: 4th to the 7th. I'm gone. REMEMBER!!!!

"I guess I may aswell get some sleep too. Won't be getting any on the front, that's for sure. G'night and sleep well!" Drake heads off to bed giving a lazy salute to the others. Rustling and then a sigh.

OOC:wow the day went by fast.we were doing rollcall,then suddenly poker, and all of a sudden it's night! weird day cycle rofl. its currently 12:20 am as im writing this. im 4 hours behind server time.

"Good night everybody," Steven said with a yawn. "See you in the morn'in."

"The katana is a very nice weapon. Your people are great, and dangerous fighters. I have taken an interest in Japan and China. Along with Russia and Germany. All four countries have a very long, and interesting history."

"Well, g'night everyone." Stan went off to bed.

OOC: 4th to the 7th. I'm gone. REMEMBER!!!!

"Good night everybody," Steven said with a yawn. "See you in the morn'in."

"Well, then, oyasumi, minasan," Higurashi said as he departed with a light bow. He went over to his shrine again and said his prayers silently, offering the prize knife to his grandfather."

OOC: wev been off so long had difficulty finding the thread.