World At War!!!!!

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Poppycock that was great as was the whole story of the sea battle. youve done a great job with this and Im looking forward to the rest of the fight for Satsuma.

[unscratchedfoot]

I felt a tremor go through my cave as I read about the collision. The mutual destruction idea was good. I like MAD. I still wish I could've been in the battle and then escaped in a lifeboat.

I think that diet pop-up ad is getting out of hand. It comes up every time I switch a screen. I've already applied for dieting 3 times even though I'm trying to gain weight. I think the Before pictures of those people in the ad look much better anyways.

[Ksim3000]

The Sea Battle was great! I'm loking forward to seeing how the battle in Sutsuma goes plus it'll be great if you bring the Chinese in.

[Easthaven I]

Thank you all for the feedback. Much appreciated. Battle of Sutsuma shall come soon...brace yourselves....

[Easthaven I]

Battle of Sutsuma

Sutsuma

The Americans, after a few days of the fiercest fighting to date, finally had complete control of the city. A few resistors caused some trouble here and there in the city, but too small to be significant. The Americans had lost most of its 3rd infantry division, the survivors were incorporated into Patton's 2nd Infantry division. There was also only a few tanks operational. The combined force of MacArthur and Barrett consisted of now only 1 marine division, and 3 infantry divisions, and only a handful of tanks. Roughly 30,000 men under the combined force of the two Colonels now consisted of the invasion force which reached nearly 100,000 strong in the beginning. But they were victorious, they took Sutsuma, no matter how Pyrric it was. Now holding the objective was the next trial by fire…

Barrett and MacArthur both were in the Command Post, which was in the former government building. Both just received the count of available men, and were now discussing on the next move.

“Well, we have no word from the navy therefore we are without arty support. We have no idea when reinforcements will arrive, and I highly doubt if Washington even knows we’re still here…” Said Colonel MacArthur.

“We received 70% casualties taking this god forsaken hell hole, we’re to weak to keep advancing. We are now sitting ducks, stranded in enemy territory. Outnumbered probably over 10 to 1, we’re backed into a corner completely surrounded. They’ll attack us soon…. Oh yeah, and we’re starting to run low on ammo…”continued Lt. Colonel Barrett on the situation.

“Heh, we got the bastards right where we want ‘em.” Chimed in Major Patton, a cigar protruding from his smile. MacArthur was hardly amused, but Barrett couldn’t help but grin at the overconfident remark.

“Well, it sure as hell don’t look good.”

“Ok, well an offense is out of the question. Now the mission has changed to survival. Defenses need to be sparked up a bit. Mines, claymores, barbed wire…hell, put up some damn picket fences. They’re gonna hit us hard and fast…and soon. So we’ll set up our grunts on choke points throughout the border of the city from one sea to the other, since we can’t afford to spread them out too thin. We’ve got 25 tanks. We’ll hold them at the center, near the government building, they’ll be our only reserves. The tanks that don’t work, well we should try and get them to the edge of the city where our boys could use them as cover. Help in the defense. We need to move fast though, sirs. It is likely they won’t wait long to strike.” Patton gave his plans that he had just brainstormed on the spot.

“I also think we should have signals for retreat once Japanese offensives begin to gain ground. Lines of defense, if you will. After Japanese forces seem to flood the first line, we’ll signal our forces to retreat to the next line, once and if that is compromised, we retreat into a third line…then finally, when we have no choice we retreat into the government building in the center of the city, its on a hill so if we put up the right defenses around it, we could hold it for quite sometime.” Major Garcia spoke. He was quiet throughout the meeting, until now.

“Looks like a plan, good enough too. Start organizing the defenses. Get our engineers workin. I’ll go inform the eastern forces.” Lt. Col. Barrett responded.

“Ok, I’ll go to the west and do the same. It’ll do good for morale.” MacArthur said.

“Well alrighty, I’ll go and begin getting the defenses ready. No jap’s gonna take this city without getting a lickin.” Major Patton then stormed out. After of course saluting his CO’s.

Lt. Col. Barrett and Colonel MacArthur also exited the CP.


The evening was nearing when most defenses were completed. Cars were tipped over, barbed wire carelessly sprawled out onto the ground. Machine gun nests placed in crossfire positions, Booby traps placed in every open spot, mines laid here and there, claymores placed where they could cause the most damage. One man was brave enough to venture out unto the field outside the city. There he raised a sort of small flagpole. He attached a claymore mine ontop of it, where it liberaly dangled around.

Major Patton covered the western side, while Major Garcia covered the south. Lt. Colonel Barrett was in the southern CP, while MacArthur was on the western CP. It was now dark, the half moon as the sole source of light in the world of darkness. The young men of the USofA waited in anticipation.

“What’s the status on the patrols?” Asked Lt. Colonel Barrett.

“Sir, enemy movements reported in the south, AND west. They’re gonna hit us from both sides, sir.”

Lt. Colonel Barrett just soaked in the information, trying to picture the battle to come, and think up decisions he would have to make.

Just then a whistling sound interrupted the eerie silence of the night. It was soft at first, but grew louder and louder until...BOOM! an automobile on the side of what use to be a road, erupted in flames. The doors and hood were ripped off, sent flying into the night. The car was launched 10 feet into the air, and landed back onto the earth. More artillery shells fell, one after another. Buildings exploded, pieces of rubble fell on American soldiers and Japanese citizens. Whistling sounds of destruction came from the sky and battered the earth into submission. Explosions were everywhere. A few shells scored hits on the helpless Americans, tearing away their limbs or just sending painful shrapnel into their flesh. The screams wounded morale. Medics rushed here and there at the distant calls of “MEDIC!!”. It was as if God ordered the destruction of the city, sending a hail of fire and hot metal from above. You only heard a whistling sound, then destruction followed immediately after. The men feared that whistle.

Zeus was throwing bolt after bolt, making wives into widows, children into orphans.

The Americans stayed hunkered down, helplessly in their foxholes. Lt. Colonel Barrett himself in a foxhole, near the southern front. He heard the cries, he heard the destruction…but could do nothing about it. Only wait for the attack.

“It has begun…” He whispered to his rifle…

to be continued…

[ChrisiusMaximus]

[Ksim3000]

Great stuff! I look forward to reading more!

[unscratchedfoot]

I'm looking forward to a good mutual slaughter. I hope the americans fight to the last man in the city hall hill like Custer did and leave heaps of japanese throughout the city for the vultures.

[Easthaven I]

I'm looking forward to a good mutual slaughter.

Behold, Scratch's dark side...or is it his good side?

[Easthaven I]

Battle of Sutsuma

Patton’s Front

“I can’t see sh*t.” He yelled over the never-ending bombardment of Japanese artillery.

He was in a trench looking down upon the grounds outside the city. The Japanese would have to come up a little to take the trench, through the most hideous of defenses. No easy task. Major Patton was confident, but aware of possibilities.

“Keep alive, boys. They’ll be comin around any second, I guarantee it.” He held a Colt .45 in each hand. Staring into the darkness beyond.

Then the artillery stopped.

It was completely quiet, not even crickets could be heard.

Patton stared harder into the dark, straining to see a clue of activity.

Then he saw a small light appear, like a distant firefly, with a feint pop! And it came to him and passed over his head with lightning speed. Then hundreds more tracers followed. First in just one spot, then from everywhere, out of the darkness. He quickly ducked behind the cover of the trench as tracers skimmed off the earth. A man to his left received a heavy caliber through the eye. Then he heard them. War cries from the Japanese.

“Call in some flares!” He yelled.

He looked back over the trench, still a world of darkness with tracers coming from no where, searching for a victim. His men did not fire yet. Nothing to fire at. Ammo was low and they did not want to waste bullets just to hit thin air.

Then from up above, as if somebody ripped a hole in the sky, light showered down upon the battlefield. Hundreds upon hundreds of Japanese soldiers were charging across the plain towards the American positions, firing their rifles as they sped across.

The Americans opened fire, their own tracers raining down upon the enemy. Sending many to meet their maker. The constant volume of fire became one constant roar. Patton was firing his .45’s, picking targets liberally. To his right was a machine gunner, screaming as he hailed hundreds of bullets upon the human waves. To his left, was a sniper, carefully selecting the more valuable targets, picking conservatively, hunting for the leaders…for the head. Ejecting cartridge after cartridge from his M-40 sniper rifle.

Another flare erupted, regaining the fabulous light the dieing flare once had.

Then, in the center of the plains…in the center of the human waves…an explosion occurred. A hundred or so Japanese men were ripped apart by thousands of small steel balls and wire. The claymore mine that was placed upon a pole went off, it spun in all directions, sending death and destruction in all directions. The waves faltered and slowed. In one hit, over a hundred enemy troopers were annihilated. The Japanese morale was given a crushing blow, while the Americans were now high on such morale.

Patton witnessed this event, at first he was puzzled but after a few seconds he realized what it was. He smiled and began laughing out with pride. And extra boost of adrenaline pumped through his veins, in awe at his men’s creative thinking and initiative. Even more proud to be leading them.

to be continued...

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Yuk East the blood and guts are seeping from my moniter, Therell be plenty of fresh meat for the crows in the morning. Good writing.

[unscratchedfoot]

Originally posted by Easthaven I

Behold, Scratch's dark side...or is it his good side?

Shut up.

As for the fight, keep it coming. That claymore trick seems a little unlikely though. Like, don't they disgorge their contents in one blast rather than in a stream? And all the opposite reaction force would knocked the claymore off the pole anyways. I think the biggest kills in Viet Nam might have bagged up to 6 or 7 of the bad guys with one blast. Man, am I ever picky or what? Oh well. It's been awhile since I used a claymore so I'm not sure.

[Ksim3000]

It's looking great, especially with Claymore! Also, an idea I thought of which you might be interested in. The Japanese soon outnumber the Americans that they have to retreat. Soon, men become separated from their sqauds, lost in the forests with little or no ammo. What do you think? Add a bit of survival?

[Easthaven I]

Battle of Sutsuma

Combat

Patton’s front

Private First Class Jamison reloaded his M4 Carbine as fast as he could. Hundreds of Japanese men came nonstop, hundreds fell…dead. A lucky few reached the trench, but were quickly bayoneted to death.

“we’re gonna run out of bullets before they run out of men!” PFC Jamison thought to himself, as he inserted another magazine.

He fired three round bursts at clusters of enemy soldiers, leaving the ones who stood by themselves alone.

Soon, the mines were all blown up. Claymores were expended, booby traps gone off, and the barbed wire was now covered by a layer of dead Japanese. A bugle call sounded from the darkness beyond, and a new rush from the enemy commenced, more intense than ever.

“BASTARDS!!!” He yelled, as he stood and sprayed at the banzai charging soldiers. 8 Japanese men were killed. He ducked back behind the trench. He placed the bayonet on his rifle, the Japanese were getting closer by the second. He looked back over the trench at the same time a Jap was but a few feet away. He thrusted his bayonet into the man’s gut as the Japanese soldier held his bayoneted rifle high above his head. He collapsed next to PFC Jamison in the trench. He removed his rifle from the corpse, and turned back to fight the others.

The numbering enemy troops were just overwhelming, soon the mass group enmeshed themselves with the Americans. Hand to hand fighting broke out in the trenches, the houses, the courtyards, the streets…

PFC Jamison was tackled, he was on the ground of the trench wrestling with a man he’d never met, and well…hasn’t even seen. He managed to gain leverage over his opponent as he threw him to the ground. Jamison was ontop of him as he began swinging punches with all his might. He felt a crack everytime his fists made contact with the enemy’s face. He then grabbed his rifle that was laying to the side, he turned it upside down and began beating the man beneath him with the butt of the weapon, he felt the warm blood splattering onto his face and on his hands, but could not see it. Fury burned through him as he continued to pound his foe, even when his foe was but a limp soulless corpse. He was oblivious to the world, it seemed as though his only purpose in life was to beat this man’s face into pulp.

His blind carelessness nearly cost him his life. Another Japanese soldier rushed from behind, he thrusted his bayonet into PFC Jamison’s shoulder. It wasn’t a fatal wound, the man probably lost balance or maybe it was just fate. Jamison reacted, he spun not heeding the pain that erupted from this wound and he stabbed the Jap with his own bayonet, and fired a three round burst into him.

Then the signal was heard, for a general retreat to the second line of defense.

Soldiers struggled out of the trench as they began running towards their destination. But it was difficult, Japanese were everywhere!

PFC Jamison ran as fast he could, in front of him he saw a Jap running in the same direction. He fired into the Jap’s back, then jumped over him. It was total chaos! He turned to his right, there was a jap, he turned to his left…there was a jap. He spotted an American, but the man collapsed. Wounded or dead, it didn’t matter, it was every man for himself!

He took a sharp turn and entered a house. He quickly slammed the door shut behind him. It was much quieter in here, besides the constant pop pop sounds and KABOOM! going on outside. PFC Jamison looked around and saw a small Japanese woman with two little kids, a boy and a girl who were no older than 7 years old. They looked frightened to the very marrow of the bones. He stood there, not knowing what to do, somewhat embarrassed being stared at.

Then the door slammed open startling everyone. PFC Jamison turned and fired his last rounds of the magazine into the body of the intruder. Little bloodspots appeared on the man’s chest as each round pierced and entered his body, ripping away vital organs and tearing holes in his heart. The impact forced the Japanese soldier backwards out of the house. PFC Jamison immediately slammed the door shut again, and locked it. The small event snapped him out of his trance and reminded of him of where he was. He quickly ran through the house looking for a back door…

To be continued…

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I kinda rambled on here, but who cares. As for the claymore, killing over a hundred might have been a bit exaggerated, but being on top of the pole is possible. Still it’s a story so relax with the nit picks, man, but still thanks for the feedback and it is welcomed. Thank you all for the feedback and suggestions, I will definitely consider them all.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

I like that last part , Its always good to change focus and direction in a story and closely following a particular character is one way to achieve that.

Great stuff Easthaven keep it coming.