[intrestedviewer]

You are walking in a long staggered line down the hedgerows of Falaise. You hear the the new kid a few men back rustling through junk in his bread bag. you look back as he pulls a small round tin out, "Sho-ka-kola!" he anounces. you remember the last time you had that bitter-sweet chocolate, too many years ago in training. you hold up your hand and all behind you stop and go to a knee. As the reqruit looks at you in shock he realizes that you stopped the patrol because of his out-burst. "Bitte, es tut mir leid, es tut mir leid Scharfuhrer" the young kid says. you just glare and then point to the tin and say in a soft voice, "ihr Sho-Ka-Kola." Trembling yet releived he hands you the tin of chocolate. he smiles, then you put it in your tunic pocket, and you walk back to the front of the line as he realizes that he isn't getting it back. You raise your hand. "Abteilung, loss!" a ways down the dusty road you hear a faint clanking to the west. you quickly throw your hand up and then the entire line behind follows your lead, diving to the ditch and into the hedges. you point and motion to the new guy, he quickly rushes up to you, "ja, scharfuhrer?" you pull his gear and belt off and hand you your MP-40 and an extra magazine that you place in his hip-pocket of his new, clean Kombie. You instruct him to procede down the ditch staying low the entire way, and stop and return with news of who or what the machine was. But you knew that you would probibly never see him alive again.
In what seemed like an eternity, you waited in the muddy trench along the road for some sign of your 'volunteer'. You then spring up when you hear the all-too-familiar tat-tat-tat of an Amerikanische 30-caliber machinegun from down the road. you look at your melder and send him to retrieve your gruppe's panzerfausts.
You recieve word that your two panzerfausts have been assigned and are ready for the ensuing combat just in time to hear some movement down the road, no doubt the american tankers and their infantry support investigating the body of your un-lucky soldat. You stand and ready the Mauser of the young boy, as your MP is now unreachable. You motion and the rest of your gruppe takes your lead. You point to your truppfuhrer and tellhim to take three riflemen and one of the panzerfausts, the MG-42, one rifle man and the remaining 'faust will be with you. You wave and you dissappear into the left hedgerow and the other half of the gruppe dissappear off into the opposite hedge. As the seconds tick by, you take your whistle out of your upper right pocket and raise it to your lips. One long blow and you are off. The entire gruppe yells out a resounding "HURRAH!"
Seconds latter, "Feuer Frei!" fire errupts. you fire first, downing a tanker that stood at the foot of your fallen man. before the Amis could react, a short burst erupted from the MG, sending lead, dust, and the blood of three americans flying. After the innital shock, the american infantry fire back from behind the sherman that sits, sraddling the road. Another American falls to german fire as he struggles to reach the .30cal sitting atop the turret of the sleeping tank. A pop comes from the right of the road as one of your panzerfausts leaves it's tube. then a huge BOOM as it drills it's molten cargo into the side plate of the tank.
Soon the fire has ended, and the smoke is clear. You walk over to your young casualty and bend down to his torn body, his uniform no-longer clean, spattered with his own blood. "Machs gut Kamerade", you whisper to him. you reach into your pocket and produce the small tin of Sho-Ka-Kola, dented from action. You place it in his hand as your truppfuhrer takes his ID-Disk and writes his name into his journal.
Soon it will be dark, and more allied activity is expected. You mark down the location of your encounter on your map and instruct you men to pack up to move out.