Date: 1939
Place: poland
Unit: 7th flieger

The unmistakable snap-hiss of a whistling bullet coming too close whispered past Felix's ear. The young jager could hear his heart pounding in his chest, nearly keeping rythm with the thumps of his jump boots on the polish country side. With each breath he took chatters and pops of gunfire streamed right along with it. "when will we reach the damn town?" Felix thought to himself during his straight out run. What was in reality a short distance turns to be miles when your life is threatened. A quick twist to the left and right. All of his men were along side of him. What lie ahead was once a pristine quiet town occupied by denizens of poland. Now to the approaching fallschirmjager it seemed to be a fortress. Muzzle flashes leaped from the darkness of the windows in nearly ever house sending volleys of gunfire towards the advancing Jagers. In between houses mottled brown figures could be seen scurrying from house to house. A sickeningly fleshy thud interrupted the rapid beat of footsteps to his right. One of the jagers Caught a rifle round in the chest. The molten piece of metal burned through his left lung and fragmented in his back. He dropped to the ground with a raspy blood soaked gasp. A scream to keep moving echoed. The troops finally came upon the edge of the town. Felix quickly ran up and flattened himself against a building. "Get a grenade in that windows!"




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