Furs At War

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt looked over at Wolfgang "you think i have loyalty to any of you? im sorry but you must be mistaken, i have loyalty only to my homeland and my men. We fight for the highest bidder, and it seems Corporal Spike is the highest bidding officer who has a sense of humour around here..." Kitt pulled out his hip-flask of rationed Pear brandy and took a swig before holding it out to Wolgang indicating for him to have a try...

[Armalite_]

Seigefreid looked at Kitt while pulling out a small tin ration and prying it open with his claws. "You think fighting for someone with a sense of humour is going to keep you alive? I'll tell you want Spike is doing...He only wants to be friends...You know why? Because friends are what keep you alive on the battlefield. Friends watch out for one another. Being loyal to someone is the same as saying you're willing to die for them...And I am willing to die for those who would die for me. What are friends for?" Seige finished, pulling out a piece of salted meat and popping it into his mouth. Daniel looked at Seigefried with a look of interest, then back at Kitt. "You guys know what I heard? The Corporal over there lost his entire squad in an artillary strike. They say he used his best friend's body as a shield when the bombs were falling. The medics spent five days picking bone fragments out of Ingram's chest." Daniel looked at Seigefried. "Friends give the enemy something else to shoot at."

[Gabag]

Rejecting the Slovak's offer for liquor, Wolf takes out a good ol' Heineken and chugs away. "I just met you people, and if my sniping keeps someone alive I feel like i'm doing good"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt watched the fox as he spoke, before taking a final swig of the liqour, screwing on the cap and shoving back into his tank legion uniform... "i see ya know how too talk the talk.... and most likely walk the walk.... and i understand ya good, i may look like a rookie, aand thats cos i am really.... but i know when i need my friends.. i gotta tank fullov em! when youre pinned down by shells, ready to die any second, a friend be the only thing that's stop ya goin insane..." Kitt leant against the bunker wall and watched the three, interested...

[Armalite_]

Seigefreid sighed. "Corporal Ingram's a good man and a good soldier. If you ask me, I think he doesn't belong here...nobody does." He said, looking down. "I'd let that man use my body anyday...even if it meant keeping him alive one second longer."

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt nodded "Rotňik Zavier, feline just like meself.. my gunner, he lives just up the hill from me, got an orchard... pears, plums... you name it... come the war, we got conscripted, both of us we went into the armoured legion... just so happens ive got the stuff to become a hot-shot Poročik.. none of us wanna be here... im a farm worker, a woodsman... i go tree fellin, i bring in the wheat harvest... " Sighing Kitt ruffled back his fur with one paw as he dragged his palm across his head...

[Armalite_]

Seigefreid listened to Kitt in interest. Story telling was one of his favorite pass times during war. It helped him get a better understanding of the men he was fighting along side with. Seigefreid would never know it, but Daniel shared the exact same views as he did and would end up writing a book about his times at war if he survived. Seiegfreid looked up, Spike was already coming back, a paper in hand and a slight smile across his face. "Looks like we got some news headed our way." Seige said, looking at the approaching Corporal.

[KittKat chunky~]

"and there was this one time... cold winter as ever... minus twenty during the day! jeez, the coal lines where severed from Russia and the crops had been bad.... or this other time when we went up to the mountains... ran into a brown bear!" Turning to see the approaching Corporal Kitt gave the slovakian salute to show at least some officialness or respect...

[Armalite_]

Spike walked over to the bunker where'd he'd left from, looking into the eyes of Wolfgang, Kitt, Seigefreid, and Daniel. "Men..." he said, holding up a piece of paper, "we are an official squad surving under the Third Reich." He said with a hint of a smile. "Wolfgang, you're our sniper; Seigefreid, rifleman; Daniel, rifleman; and Kitt...Support Gunner along with me on heavy machine gun." He said, slapping the rolled up paper in his paws. "We move out tomorrow with the rest of the companies to hold down a beach in Normandy, they say their are sorry about the short notice but the Allies have planned an offensive attack. In addition to that, we will have another member of our squad joining us shortly, a private who just transferred in. He will be our medic..." He looked around at his squad. "Any questions?"

[KittKat chunky~]

"yeah, im supposing that the rest of my tank's crew will be coming with me?.... other than that i just need to promote one of my other officers for my tank legion....." Kitt looked round at the several men who he would have to fight, and possibly die for....

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Cyrus is now at the bar, drinking the occasional beer, not planning to get tanked on a frigate. "Can't believe they picked our unit to do the invasion, we've never even seen actual combat..." Cyrus chuckled and patted Orin on the back. "Makes the bragging rights all the better when we put those Nazi bastards in their place, right?" Orin smiled and nodded before going back to his bloody mary. Attention crew and recruits, we will be reaching Normandy in exactly 1 1/2 days, repeat, we will be reaching Normandy in exactly 1 1/2 days....

[Armalite_]

Spike looked at Kitt, unsure. He looked at the paper with the name's of the squad members. "Sorry Kitt, I don't see anything here about your tank crew." He frowned. "I think you'll have to put someone else in charge because you're comin' with us."  Spike said.

From behind Spike, a coyote with a helmet with a painted red cross on it came running up. Spike stopped and turned around to look at the young coyote who saluted. "Private Schenck reporting Sir!" He carried no weapon, only bags of bandages and medical supplies. Spike looked at the soldier up and down. "You're our guy?" Spike asked. "Yes Sir." Schenck replied. Spike looked at the rest of his squad and cracked a smile.

[JellyMuffins]

Jay sat with some of the older soldiers, listening intently to their banter but not really joining in. Davis, as usual, was in the center of the group, weaving one of his stories from 'back home', the group couldn't help but be enthralled. The rabbit though, let his mind wonder as his friend (the only one he'd been able to make so far in this unit; the lapine being the youngest one there) continued his story. Jay's mind drifted over the invasion, the date had seemed so far away when he had first joine and he had been so excited and willing to be in the thick of it, in the 'glory of battle' as the recruitment posters had put it. But now... with all of his training and preparations, the date had zoomed up on him almost unexpectedly.

Worry began to eat at his insides, while his companions all looked so relaxed. Though he couldn't be quite sure, he knew at least that he too looked relaxed - though that was only a mask, a brave face he put forward for the rest of the unit, so that they wouldn't worry too much about their youngest, most fresh-faced soldier. He couldn't help but wonder if the others were doing the same, or if they were truly comfortable. They would be shipping out tomorrow and that scared him, scared him a whole lot more than he was letting on.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt smiled back as he looked the coyote up and down... before turning back to spike "s'fine... they'l fight well with, or without me... and there are plenty rookies who are more than eager to take command when im gone... so Schneck... you ever been in a firefight before? ever had to tie together the bloodied remains of a man, ever had to... " kitt caught Spike's eye and stopped in his tracks... "ahem, i mean... you been a medic long then?"

[Armalite_]

Schenck looked at Kitt and thought for a moment. "Uhm...about 6 months." He said, reaching under his helmet to scratch his head. "I've seen some nasty things though, mostly severed arms and legs, an artillary shell lodged through a man's torso, that sort of thing." He crossed his arms. "There was this one guy I knew from another company who I travled with during the winter in Soviet Russia. He got frostbite on his toes, turned to gangrene, had to amputate. Not the easiest to do when you're freezing to death with no sleep. It ended up getting infected and he eventually died of it. I skinned him, used his fur as a coat and I ate the rest. I made it on my own to the next post a few days later coming in with a few close calls with Red Army units...but I got by." Schenck said, a small grin hiding behind his cheeks.

The oud speaker boomed. "Aufmerksamkeit! Alle zugewiesenen Maßeinheiten berichten die Zugyards sofort! Alle zugewiesenen Maßeinheiten zu den Zugyards!!!" Soldiers in small groups began to run out of their barracks and from all around. They were armed and ready for battle. Spike looked at his squad and what they had. "Gather weapons, ammo, food, and water. Travel light, we're heading out." He said, picking up the MG42 off the sandbags. Seigefried and Daniel picked up their rifles and stuffed bandoliers into the pouches on their uniforms. Spike had his ammo wrapped in containers which he clipped to his belt.