WW2-RP

[Big_Duke]

*A general and a soldier are shooting at german soldier
Zach:General,how much longer must we hold them off?*Zach reloads his rifle*
MacArthur:As long as it takes!
*A gernade lands in between MacArthur and Zach,Zach Picks up the gernade and throws it at a coming tank's emergancy gas,exploding the tank,the tank veers into a nearby german machine gun station,then the tank explodes*
MacArthur:It's here!*An American tank comes into the crossfire,MacArthur boards it*
Zach:Good!
MacArthur:Nice Work Soldier!
Zach:*Salutes MacArthur*Thank you sir!

[Drace]

"Halten auf!", "Angriff!", "Handgranate!", "Weichen zurück!". Only a few shouts on the battlefield. Chaos, destructive, dead. It's all there. In the midst of this is Frederick Hinkel, a fieldmedic who was just transfered. Around him are buildings, blown to pieces. Large parts are gone and lay on the ground before it. Planes race through the skies shooting everything they see. Tanks can be heard rumbling through the streets. Explosions, guns, shouts of pain, of help and of vain are all through the battlefield. Frederick shakes his head and looks at his patient. "Hold on. This'll hurt a bit." With that said he pulls his iron tongs and with it a bullet which was in the soldiers leg. Pain goes through the soldiers eyes, which are full of tears.
"Ich will nicht sterben."
"I won't let you die." Frederick attaches bandages to the soldiers leg and stands up. He wipes his forehead. Through a narrow groove in his eyes he sees something moving towards him. Something big. There's also a big rumbling coming closer and closer. It doesn't take him another second.
"Sherman Tank!" shouts another medic. To the front of the building they're in is a big, green, mean Sherman. The turret turns a bit to the right, then to the left, then to right again. A sound of canon being loaded is heard. Frederick made a decission.
He grabs his Stielhandgranates and his pistol and runs towards the tank, shoots to the small looking hole, jumps on it, pulls open the entrance and drops a grenade in it. He turns around and jumps of the tank, being blasted further by the explosion. With his face in the sand he can barely see if he was succesfull. Quickly getting on his feet he turns around. There's an American soldier out of the tank, lifeless.

[Big_Duke]

*At an interrogation room*
Hitler:What do you know,american?!
Zach:Nothing I would tell you,Nazi!
Hitler:Tell me and I won't kill you!
Zach:Never!
Hitler:Then DIE!*Takes his pistol and gets ready to shoot,but Zach kicks Hitler's hand,then kicks Hitler in the the chest,knocking him down,then Zach takes Hitler's knife and cuts himself free,and then Hitler comes after him,Zach takes his stuff,then shoots Hitler's foot,Zach runs out and escapes from behind enemy lines*

[Drace]

Gah! Foolish! A german medic helping an American in a battlefield! In what kind of fantasy do you live?

[Big_Duke]

I changed my post.

[Moosetroop11]

That was even worse. This isn't Starwars, you know XP

I thought this was supposed to be about WW2? There's no way Hitler would personally interview a lowly soldier, and it would be Hitler's guards, not Hitler himself, you persued the soldier. That was just stupid.

[Meiscool-2]

Hitler: MT11 is right, all you lowly people, ESAMON SCHIZTER!

[Drace]

That's it. I'ma outa here. Retard RP.