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[Mud & Blood 2] Tales of War
DIARY OF I. DUNCAN
Day 1: Just been deployed, it sure is a nice day. If it wasn’t for the vague red mist hanging in the air. The moment we took up positions, a soldier from the Volkksturm charged at us, had second thoughts, then charged all the way back again. We must look nore intimidating than we are.
Day 2: Me, Sergey, Ramirez and Alvarez are all holding pretty well. We called in a .50 caliber, it’s making Kraut confetti as I write. Our mission officer, W. Hook, has joined us on the battlefield. All he does is yell at us, and he can’t shoot worth shit. Sergey has taken to calling him ‘Captain Hook’, which we all laugh about when he can’t hear us.
Day 3: One of those Brandenburg fags appeared behind us. Our fifty quickly made branden-burgers out of him. The Krauts must be holding back slightly, as we haven’t yet faced anything difficult. Cutter, our engineer, also joined us today. He’s pretty optimistic, able to make light out of anything. He’s also wicked fast with that monkey wrench. Hook tasked him with building a bunker, probably to save his own precious hide.
Day 4: Opel truck that we quickly saw off. That bunker was finished. Of couse, we common soldiers weren’t allowed in. It probably stinks of cowardice in there anyway. Some Panzergrenadiers incoming, I—
Day 5: I got hit by a grenade. I’m pretty beat up, and we have no medic. Captain Hook said if I can shoot, then I should be shooting. Which pretty much meant he was leaving me out to die. The Krauts are making a hard push, I’m not sure how much longer we ca—
The rest of the page is bloodstained.
Day 6: This is Sergey writing. Duncan was beaten over the head by a Kraut engineer. I’ll miss him. We all will, pretty much. Mainly because he was the best damn shot in the group. The .50 is still up, but the operator isn’t doing as well as the size of his gun might suggest. More Opels. A damned Kraut shot be in the gut. Our medic, Oligny, says I’ll be okay, but he couldn’t remove a bullet from a dead rat. Cuteer’s locked in combat with a Kraut. He’s wounded. I can’t shoot at the Kraut for hear of killing Cutter. Ramirez got ripped apart by a ’nade.
Day 7: That Kraut killed Harmon, our signaller, before turning his attention back to Cutter. Thankfully, Cutter was a speedier touch with his kinfe, and stabbed the Nazi in the neck. Captain Hook, unfortunately, failed to get wounded during the fight. The grenades are coming in fast and hard. Our new gunner, called in to replace Duncan, was disabled by the blast. Some of the shrapnel hit me in the leg. Oligny says we’ll both pull through. I feel like living today, but I’m not so sure about the gunner. The Germans are sending in more grenade troops. They really using those grena—
The rest of the page is burned.
Day 8: Sergey was killed off by a stray grenade. This is Pvt. Alvarez, continuing the entries. Hook called in another Fifty. Looks like the swanky little bitch is finally earning his keep around here. …Ugh. Just beat off a Kraut trying to knife me. A new guy, McCoy, just got called in too, to replace Sergey. He’s a bright lad, with a happy outlook, and is determined we’ll win this fight. He’s also a brillians shot with that Springfield. But the Panzergrenadiers are pushing hard. It may be too little, too late.
Day 9: Those Krauts are shit with grenades. A particularly young Nazi just blew up 2 men of his own side. Our .50 quickly thanked him with a bullet to the head. Our .50 operator then got his very own bullet head wound. What goes around comes around, as they say. Oligny is keeping us going as best he can, but the Nazis have m—
Day 10: Alvarez was shot. This is 1st Class Pvt. Cutter, battlefield engineer. I can’t help but think how much this diary has been passed around. I mean, I’m the fourth holder. All the previous ones died. Am I next. Is this diary cursed? Hey, maybe I could give it to Hook. Just took out a kraut, but McCoy was injured. It’s not serious, just some shrapnel. The Panzergrenadiers are coming too fast. We can’t hold them!
Day 11: No entry, possibly due to battle loss and capture of all surviving Allied soldiers.