Furs At War

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Cyrus stopped chasing when he finally realized he might be heading towards an ambush, and just turned back. After a good several minutes, he met up with the tank commander ordering his unit around. "I'd appreciate it if you'd stand down now..." He yelled to the 'commander' , his thompsan still in both hands.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro Threw up a hasty salute
"Lt. Colonel! I apologize sir, i didn't know if there was another ranking officer alive on the beach. With your permission sir, may i continue the organization of  this beach, sir?"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt was shoved towards the two officers on the beach.... the american soldier behind him threw up a formal salute..
"Kraut Prisoner sah! e' dont seem to be no normal nazi though... thought i'd bring im to the highest rankin officer sah..."
Paws behind his head Kitt stood, watching the american officer with a mixture of fear and anger...

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Cyrus went over to the prisoner that was brought to him, and looked him in the face, then at his clothes before chuckling. "Didn't realize Russia lost the to Nazi's that quickly... guess that makes you the token russian my feline POW" he smiled before walking over to the other prisoner and mocked him in german "So viel zur deutschen Überlegenheit, nicht wahr?"

(Translation is in OCC)

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt stared back at the American, with dissinterest... until he made the remark... Kitt spat on the floor as he turned away... "I'm no Russian! Stupid Yank... i fight for SLovensko, or maybe you didnt realise while you sat at home, we where occupied..." His broken english was just understandable... after his outburst he sighed, holding his paws back behind his head again, staring into the middle distance...

[Armalite_]

Spike did not reply to the American calling names. Instead he acted like he hadn't heard anything at all. He kept his hands behind his head and continued to stare past. He waited while no words were exchanged. The surrounding American soldiers stood and watched with intrest; however, they did so silently with faces astrewn with misery and bordom. Spike took his eyes off the distant horizon behind the commanding American and then fixed them upon the eyes of the American soldier before he finally spoke. "...I do not suppose you Americans actually expect to win this war, do you?" He asked.

[KittKat chunky~]

One of the American soldiers moved up behind Kitt, sticking the muzzle of his rifle into the felines back...
"Sir! should i search im' then?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro knew that the Lt. colonel approved.
"Ok you guys! Welcome to the camp of bad guys! now we are going to have a lot of fun here, right? Cause if you don't we'll send you to a camp that is not as fun.'
Shiro turned to the soldier who asked the question
"Yes, search them, private. make sure they have to means of escape, but leave any small sins, like alchohol. These guys are only human, just like us, no matter what the eggheads back in britain think. now MOVE!"
"Lt., respectfully, you should report the victory to HQ. Most of these boys are tankers and are under my command. If we are going to work together, you help me, i help you."
Shiro saluted again and walked off to secure the beachhead.

[Armalite_]

Spike's hands were getting tired of being held up in the air. They dropped to the sides. It didn't make a difference where his arms were placed. The only thing he had on his body was an pistol of which cartiridge was emptied into the chest cavity of an American who looked a lot like the one ontop of the tank and the letter from his mother apart from the uniform that was coved in mud and blood. He'd lost his helmet resulting in his short hair spiked out in mud and all of his supplies. He was even without a single cigarette only to be left with pocket lint. He sighed. Surely, he and Kitt were not the only Germans captured in the failed attempt to hold the beach. The generals were to blame. Spike swore he'd file a complaint to his superiors as soon as this was all over.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"What is this?!" seeing the german soldier lose all of his worldly possessions to the private.
"I said let them keep their small vices. Ciggarets count! And what is this??" Shiro said pointing to Spike's letter.
"Ihre Mutter? I dont know alot of german, but i know enough to say that this is no secret spy document! Give that soldier back his letter! NOW!"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt pulled back on his jacket, eyeing the private who was going through his posessions... a hip flask of hruskovica which the amercian soldier unscrewed and gave a sniff, before recoiling and handing it over, coughing.. "you can... *cough*.. keep that...*cough*..."

He went through what was left, including a pack of slovakian cards, a letter from his brother and a few other odds and ends which he took, including a penknife... Satisfied that the slovakian POW had nothing else on him the private turned to the Lt.
"sir... prisoner searched... i let 'im keep a few things of personal interest, however i also found this....."
The private held out a letter addressed to Kitt, the private had already opened it..
"its in slovakian i think sir... cant tell what it says..."

Kitt looked up from where he stood, watching the pair... "it is letter of conscription, when the Naziz invaded, we where all conscripted...."

The private looked form the feline to the Luitenant before muttering quietly... "can we trust 'im sir?"

[Gabag]

Wolfgang surveyed the Americans mobilizing on the beaches from the scope of his rifle at the forward command outpost.
"The Yankees broke through the line at Omaha, and have secured the beach, Casualties for both sides are... high and there are a multitude of prisoners still held by the capitalists." Droned a superior officer, reading his report to the senior commander. 

"Well with the men we have here we can strike back and retake the beaches... Wolfgang, any reasonable defenses we should concern ourselves with."

"Well besides the lone tank and them setting up tables to play cards, I think they have no idea we're commin"

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro Chan looked through his binoculars at the hill above the beaches. One of his sergeants was talking to him.
"You think that they will come from there?"
"Yeah... I know they will."
Shiro looked over his poor beleagered troops.
  "You dont think we can defend this"
"Not a chance, get the warship on the hook. We need to deal some bombardment. Half the troops on guard at all times. I want MG placemets here, here, and here. Defend this place. We are in a war you know. This tank is HQ"

[Gabag]

(because you can suddenly see my encampment and where we'll suddenly come from... one minute you were less serious and all about makin the beach your lil' club, now all of a sudden you know where we're coming from, just great)

"Wait sir... soldiers getting Mg Nests ready... and digging some trenches..."
"Why wont the Americans take the high ground? They must have a plan for the high ground then, new plan, we take the goat path..."

"The goat path sir?"
"Yes the Goat Path, it's how Leonidas was defeated by the Persians, it's how we'll push the Americans back..."

[Armalite_]

Seigefreid pulled a cigarette out from between his teeth and walked up to the commander and Wolfgang. "Sir, I don't mean to interupt, but it seems that I wasn't the best history student. How did the Persians beat Leonidas?"


(meanwhile)

Spike took back his cigarettes and letter and stuffed them away in his pockets. He looked over at the makeshift POW camp where German soldiers made busy digging and building under the supervision of Americans who were making jokes and smoking as if there wasn't a care in the world. He looked back at the American who was calling the shots. He didn't know what they wanted from him. He didn't know anything. He was just a corporal and nothing more.