November 1914
The Western Front
Falkenhayn returns to Berlin to better coordinate both fronts. From Belgium the Crown Prince Rupprecht of Bavaria speaks to the Chief General about the western situation, “I’ve made preparations to advance to Arras and Calais. But because of what happened in Metz, I may move some men there.”
“NO, Metz does not need any more Garrison, we have around 14 units stationed there. I also don’t want any attack into France just yet.”
Puzzled, the Crown Prince asks “Why? We have them on the run, the Road to Paris is now open through Belgium.”
Falkenhayn answers, “Winter is fast approaching, I can feel it already here. Soon the roads will turn very muddy. We need to regroup and get settled in, besides there are still a number of French units in Belgium.”
“True, but they are getting hit hard by our Arty, nobody is worried about them. By the way, the garrison in Metz doesn’t really sound all that big.”
Angry over the suggestion, that he hasn’t prepared enough for Metz, Falkenhayn says, “First of all, stop questioning my moves! I am the Chief General! I know, that the attack on Metx was just a faint to drive our reserves from Belgium. The next attack will be on Belgium, I know it.”
“Whatever”, responds the Prince, thinking about how much he’d like the punch the Chief General in the face.
“Whatever nothing, goodbye sir!”
But Falkenhayn is wrong, the next attack is not on Belgium but on Metz once again.
Battle of Metz:
The troops inside Metz never expected a charge, especially while Belgium was being conquered. But the attack last month proved everyone was at risk. The population of Metz like Strassburg, is half French, it’s only been a little over 40 years since we took them. Even though many of the people have evacuated, there are still concerns that the French inside are giving info to the enemy.
It is right before sunset, when the first signs of the French are known. From within the city our troops can clearly see the gathering storm of French Infantry. This isn’t going to be a small assault, it appears that the whole of the French Army is ready for an apocalyptic fight. The few bridges left on the Mosel and Seille rivers will be the critical point. Once the French attack they will not be allowed to retreat so easily, for them it is do, or die.
Now the sun completely sets, and thus it comes about, that an uncommon murderous nocturnal street fight begins to take place. Metz now burns at every corner. The French fight with immense energy; an awful slaughter can only await. Man against man! You clutch your enemy, who is sometimes weaker, sometimes stronger. In the light of the blazing buildings you observe the white of his eyes turning into a fierce red; his mouth covered with thick froth. His head is uncovered, showing his rumpled hair, the uniform unbuttoned and mostly tattered, you stab, you hack, you scratch, you bite and strike about you like a wild animal. It means life or death! You fight for your life! No quarter is given. Among the fires and the bullets you can only hear the gasping, groaning, wheezy breathing. You only think of your own life, of your death. Why are you here? Who is the Archduke?, you never knew him. In delirious haste, old memories are rushing through your mind, your wife, your child, your home. Yet you get more excited from minute to minute, for fatigue and depletion threaten to destroy you, but that must not be – NOT NOW! You are fighting for your life! But it’s endless, again and again the fight is renewed; again there is hacking, stabbing, biting, it’s endless. Again and again the mad murdering is repeated, all night long. Man against man!
Finally, the realization comes over you, like a bath of cold water. It is over! You cannot take anymore, you are wasted, you are tired, you must surrender, you must dishonor yourself, but you must live. Metz has fallen!!!
Battle of Metz - Casualties:
Deutschland
11 G. Infantry
1 A. Machine Gunner
1 Flame-thrower
1 A. Vehicle
France
15 F. Infantry
There some 30+ units just north of Strassburg alone.
The Western Front
Falkenhayn returns to Berlin to better coordinate both fronts. From Belgium the Crown Prince Rupprecht of Bavaria speaks to the Chief General about the western situation, “I’ve made preparations to advance to Arras and Calais. But because of what happened in Metz, I may move some men there.”
“NO, Metz does not need any more Garrison, we have around 14 units stationed there. I also don’t want any attack into France just yet.”
Puzzled, the Crown Prince asks “Why? We have them on the run, the Road to Paris is now open through Belgium.”
Falkenhayn answers, “Winter is fast approaching, I can feel it already here. Soon the roads will turn very muddy. We need to regroup and get settled in, besides there are still a number of French units in Belgium.”
“True, but they are getting hit hard by our Arty, nobody is worried about them. By the way, the garrison in Metz doesn’t really sound all that big.”
Angry over the suggestion, that he hasn’t prepared enough for Metz, Falkenhayn says, “First of all, stop questioning my moves! I am the Chief General! I know, that the attack on Metx was just a faint to drive our reserves from Belgium. The next attack will be on Belgium, I know it.”
“Whatever”, responds the Prince, thinking about how much he’d like the punch the Chief General in the face.
“Whatever nothing, goodbye sir!”
But Falkenhayn is wrong, the next attack is not on Belgium but on Metz once again.
Battle of Metz:
The troops inside Metz never expected a charge, especially while Belgium was being conquered. But the attack last month proved everyone was at risk. The population of Metz like Strassburg, is half French, it’s only been a little over 40 years since we took them. Even though many of the people have evacuated, there are still concerns that the French inside are giving info to the enemy.
It is right before sunset, when the first signs of the French are known. From within the city our troops can clearly see the gathering storm of French Infantry. This isn’t going to be a small assault, it appears that the whole of the French Army is ready for an apocalyptic fight. The few bridges left on the Mosel and Seille rivers will be the critical point. Once the French attack they will not be allowed to retreat so easily, for them it is do, or die.
Now the sun completely sets, and thus it comes about, that an uncommon murderous nocturnal street fight begins to take place. Metz now burns at every corner. The French fight with immense energy; an awful slaughter can only await. Man against man! You clutch your enemy, who is sometimes weaker, sometimes stronger. In the light of the blazing buildings you observe the white of his eyes turning into a fierce red; his mouth covered with thick froth. His head is uncovered, showing his rumpled hair, the uniform unbuttoned and mostly tattered, you stab, you hack, you scratch, you bite and strike about you like a wild animal. It means life or death! You fight for your life! No quarter is given. Among the fires and the bullets you can only hear the gasping, groaning, wheezy breathing. You only think of your own life, of your death. Why are you here? Who is the Archduke?, you never knew him. In delirious haste, old memories are rushing through your mind, your wife, your child, your home. Yet you get more excited from minute to minute, for fatigue and depletion threaten to destroy you, but that must not be – NOT NOW! You are fighting for your life! But it’s endless, again and again the fight is renewed; again there is hacking, stabbing, biting, it’s endless. Again and again the mad murdering is repeated, all night long. Man against man!
Finally, the realization comes over you, like a bath of cold water. It is over! You cannot take anymore, you are wasted, you are tired, you must surrender, you must dishonor yourself, but you must live. Metz has fallen!!!
Battle of Metz - Casualties:
Deutschland
11 G. Infantry
1 A. Machine Gunner
1 Flame-thrower
1 A. Vehicle
France
15 F. Infantry
There some 30+ units just north of Strassburg alone.
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