The 3rd Reich IC

[Gremory]

[BCOLOR=#ffffff]NEXT MORNING --- 0600 HOURS[/BCOLOR]

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It was a chilly morning with a little wind and frost on the ground. Damien had started his day off early getting everything ready. It would be prudent not to wait too long to depart. He took Tatiyana's advice and had some of the leftover troops available to him to get a lot of the weapons from the local depot. There was everything from granades, to mg's, to pistols. Personally he kept his m1911 but picked up a different submachine gun. There was a lot of left over supplies from when this place was liberated from the Japs so using it against them would be perfect. He also got the truck fueled up and ready to move. It was a large troop transport so everyone would be together at the same time. He got his map ready and plotted out his final route. They would take a back road to avoid the major checkpoint but after that they would try to follow the main road straight to Korea. There most likely would be a lot of obstacles but it was nothing compared to the task they had after this. After they shut down Japan his squad get different orders. Orders to attack Germany and make a push straight to the heart. Berlin.
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[BCOLOR=#ffffff]2 HOURS LATER --- 0800 HOURS[/BCOLOR]

Damien had everything ready so he decided to take a little break while everyone got up. He had a little pot that he had left from some village on the front lines of Germany so Damien decided to use that up. People say it clouds your mind but Damien was used to it in battle. It was something to calm his nerves from the adrenaline. He always was pumped when he left for battle. Sadly if he doesn't calm himself Damien makes quite a bit of a mess when he gets into combat. It was just a waiting game until everyone got downstairs. He decided not to baby anyone, getting them up himself. Instead if they were late they would be punished... His way at least. ​

 

[Krag_Jorgensen]

Even with the alcohol, Tatiana did not get a full night's rest, but that was nothing new. She woke up before dawn wrapped in the blankets, a slight ache in her head. The bed was comfortable, and likely her last for a very long time. She rose from the bed groaning and fumbling around for her clothes. She dressed herself, gathering her meager possessions and gear. She put on the innermost layers of her uniform on and her boots. Her hair was a bit mussed, but she kept it short enough to be easily controlled. Either way, she was down at the bar early enough to get a hot drink and meal. She needed something to wake up, and the black coffee the Americans send over was just the thing.

She grimaced as she gulped down the dark, bitter brew. She followed the drink with porridge, preserved fruit and luncheon meat, eating quickly and efficiently. This might be her last hot meal for a long time, but she didn't have the spare minutes to enjoy it.