Nah, they are already up there in the front. Any of you people can start, I have to be off at school.
(You can start before the D-day invasion where they are actually still in America, or you can start with them going to shore as we did before.)
~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
**I'm going to start in the boats again, just as we're leaving England.**
Keith-
"This is stupid," I hissed to the Lieutenant. He just shot me a glare and looked back to the front of the boat. "Why for everything good and holy are they sending an artilery officer into an off shore invasion?"
"Quiet Smitz."
"What for? I don't even know what I'm supposed to do? All I know is I'm going to be shooting a gun. I don't see how this fits with my job description?"
"Will you be quiet?" Anna hissed. I snorted and rolled my eyes. This was a bad idea sending me into this.
"We are all nervous. We must remain calm," said Hiro. Words of wisdom. Only problem was that we were sailing off to a mission that might just not work.
**Just a suggestion, but it got brought up in another SB I'm in that a posting order might be a good idea. I don't know whether or not it'd be too restricting, but it might stop the same thing that happened last time from happening again.**
Jonathan (Sketch)
The engineer nudged Smitz, grinning a littl, "Hey, lighten up. So long as we stick close to someone with a radio, we'll end up with our goods, right?" Sketch had always felt some kind of camaraderie withthe artillery officer, after all, their roles weren't so different in the end. Naturally, supplying Sketch would be easier than supplying Smitz, butnothing could be done about that.
Sooner or later the brass would have to land a few field guns in France, and then Smitz would probably be happier. As for Jonathan 'Sketch' Byrant, as long as they gave him something that would allow him to make short work of a bridge or the like, he'd be content.
"Oh, Lieutenant?" He called, earning a glare from the man, "How long until we get there, and what's our objective, again?"
Clearly having no time for Sketch's joviality, the Lieutenant turned to face the front again, "We'll get there when we do. Objective is to take the beach."
"Jeez, how could you forget something like that?"
Well. At least now he knew exactly why Smitz didn't like this. Something as broad as 'take the beach' was never going to be easy.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Take the beach? That was it! From all the scuttlebut going around, it seemed like a lot more than just taking a beach in France.
"So we land on the beach and then what?" I whispered to Sketch. He shrugged.
"Who knows. Probably just fire down on a German camp or something."
"Will you two hush?" Anne hissed.
"What's the matter Anne? Tension too much?" Sketch laughed. That was one nice thing about him. No matter what happens, he was always able to crack a joke.
"You're a pistol you know that?" Anne said quietly.
"Quiet all of you. We're almost there," said Lt. Tyler.
I understood their pessimism completely and, if I hadn't been in the position I am in, I would be complaining too. We'd been assigned to storm Omaha, and I'd been briefed that it was one of, if not the, most tenuous of the six landings with it's high bluffs. I hoped to God that the bombardments had done their jobs and gotten rid of much of the Nazi strongholds.
My muscles tensed and I squinted my eyes. This offensive had almost gotten canceled due to the awful weather but today it had broken up a bit. Either way, nothing looked good. We fight, maybe die, now or we go back to the camps and fight later.
"Two minutes to landing." I said in a hushed voice. Everyone tensed, understandably. I turned to them, "Anne, get ready to scream into that radio, Jenn, stay behind us and be prepared for an onslaught. Sketch...don't do anything stupid unless I tell you to. Everyone else...get ready for one hell of a fight."
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist
I could hear my breath. I suppose being in a suddenly quiet boat with guns ready to fire was sort of intimidating, as was the quest to try and take France back. Suddenly the air in the room got a lot heavier.
There was a lurch, signaling that we had landed and when the doors opened up, the entire mob inside the boat rushed onto the land and started firing at whatever Nazi uniform they saw.
I stayed close to Anne and Sketch and kept firing. "Smitz! Watch out!"
I turned and fired at a German soldier who was about to shishcabob (sorry if I didn't spell that right) me.
"Some fun huh?" Sketch shouted over the blasts of the guns and mortar. I smirked and fired more rounds.
"Sure, I always love a good party," I answered back dryly.
