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Sunday 9 June 2019

Village Attack (Aftermath)


Sgt Harwood rushed (well as much as you can Rush in the heavy Galahad armour) to the village centre. A group of soldiers had gathered around Lt Jenkins, who was on the floor. Harwood pushed through the crowd,
"Move lads let me get in. Medic here yet? "
"it's.... OK Sgt Harwood no rush" a pained voice said. He looked down and saw Lt Jenkins lying on his back, his uniform a burnt mess but he seemed to have took most of the damage on his rift tech armour.
"Bloody hell sir you are a lucky blighter" Harwood smiled,
"I'm not keen on your definition of lucky Sgt. I've been set upon by wolf men, flamed and all in the last 2 months!"
The crowd of soldiers chuckled. Harwood smiled, lent down and offered a hand to Lt Jenkins. He pulled the officer to his feet,
"You two, get the Lt  onto a truck and back to base." he pointed at 2 of his men who got Lt and helped him away.
A crowd of villagers were thanking the soldiers and helping bandage ones head.
"Ernie the PIAT loader got hit but he's OK grazed his head but as he fell back he knocked himself out on a tree trunk, poor Bert nearly had a heart attack. Still he got that Puma that was prowling around with his PIAT. We stopped Lange today. That will teach the sod." a female voice said.
Harwood turned and saw Captain Daniels the Mudskipper pilot walking over, she had a cut across her head. In the distance he spotted the walker listing to the side. It's left leg mangled and smouldering. Lt Fellow was yelling at a tank recovery unit who were trying to get the walker back to base. Captain Daniels smiled,
"Lt Fellow is not a happy lady. She wanted to get out and shoot the bugger that hit us, thankfully her cockpit was jammed."
Harwood smirked,
"You did well, I've seen to many walkers and tanks fall foul of Panzershrecks. Would have hated to see you guys get hit Ma'am"
Captain Daniels grinned,
"Thank you Sgt. Right I best stop her from murdering those poor engineers" with that she walked off back to the stricken Mudskipper. Harwood watched her go. A Scottish voice loudly said,
"Fine walker pilot that girl. Got a lot of balls leaping being the lines and that. Bloody Panzershrecks" Harwood turned and faced the new Guardian walker pilot, who stuck out his hand,
"Good to meet you. Sgt Stewart though everyone calls me Jock."
They shook hands, Harwood regarded the Scot. He was medium build, his face had oil stains on it and his overalls were sweat stained but  he had a tough no nonsense look to his face. Harwood could tell he had seen a few battles. Harwood asked while he pulled out his canteen, he offered it to the Sgt.
"How'd you get on? We had bloody shreckwulfen on our side. Glad we didn't have to tangle with them."
Sgt Stewart scratched his oil stained face and pulled out a hip flask which he offered Harwood. They swapped containers, Harwood took a swig from the flask and the whisky it contained went down very nicely Harwood thought to himself .  Sgt Stewart swigged the canteen and handed it back,
"Aye they are proper buggers. I didn't do to badly almost bloody blown up but they missed. Lucky for me. Not so lucky for them. Blast of the flame thrower and they were soon off. Oh sorry about your officer, poor bugger took a flamethrower to the face. I got the sod that did it though, smacked him with me flail!! Ha ha ha ha ha"
Harwood looked where the Scots walker stood and noticed a blood stained cracked wall. He looked away. The Scotsman continued,
"poor bugger really but seeing an officer go down I got all rilied up. Anyway laddie I best suit up got to escort the convey home. You best get a move on to friend be a long walk back in that tin can" he winked and jogged off to his walker.
Cheeky sod Harwood thought but couldn't help but smile. He headed to the trucks as they were getting ready to pull out.

(Read the German perspective here)

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