Hello guys and thank you for coming to my story. Do note though that this is my first fanfic so the first few chapters may be a bit bad, but I hope to make it better along the way.
Anyways, on with the story.
27 December 1944, Outskirts of Bastogne
In the outskirts of Bastogne, a four man squad was sent out to scout out any nearby German positions. The group consisted of Cpt. Mason Hendricks, Sgt. Jake Peralta, Cpl. Don Woods, and Pfc. Mike Powell. A chat was present among the four paratroopers.
"Hey Captain."
"Yes Mike?"
"You think they'll ever drop us into Japan?"
"I sure as hell hope not. From what I heard from the radio, those guys have it harder than us over there." Don joined into the conversation.
"What makes you think they have it harder than us down there?" The sergeant replied.
"Well let's see, right now, we only have to worry about the Germans and this damn cold" the group nodded to that, especially to the cold part.
"While they have to worry about Japs, which from what I heard; blow themselves up just so to kill us, the jungles, which has mosquitoes, snakes, and whatever creepy crawly that can bite them in the ass, and the weather, which makes them sleeping in the mud more worse than ever" Don finishing his explanation.
"Hearing that, I sure as hell hope those guys kick their asses before 'Ike' start wanting to send us down there" the paratroopers agreeing to that.
They continued to patrol the area, until fog covered the area where they were patrolling. The fog lifted a few minutes later, but the patrol was nowhere to be found.
They have simply vanished.
16 October 1944, North of Memel
A lone T34/85 was driving through the muddy roads and paths. A fierce battle had cost their tank group heavy losses; with it, they were being deployed to reinforce another tank group. Many would expect that the tankers inside would be men, but they would be surprised that crew themselves only consist of women. The crew consisted of Lt. Tanya Volkov (Commander), Sgt. Anna Nikulin (Gunner), Cpl. Nina Mishurin (Bow Gunner), Pvt. Nika Kuznetsov (Driver), and Pvt. Dina Ivashin (Loader).
In front of the tank lies a huge tree blocking the road. The road is completely cut blocked off, unless someone chops or moves the tree away.
"You think the Germans did this?" Dina asked her fellow gunner.
Anna nods her head. "Most likely, this road offers a good path for us to get to Memel. Bastards are really desperate now after all." Anna shrugging before thinking about the situation they're in.
"Looks like we'll have to find an alternate route, Nika, is there any other way we can use?"
"There is, but we have to backtrack all the way through that crossroad we passed." Nika said while remembering the paths that they took. Tanya sighed and radioed the group they were supposed to meet of their situation.
"Okay. Nika, get us out of here." "You got it Tanya." The tank roared to life and the crew got on their way. Along the path, fog started to cover the area and soon the tank was in it.
"Tanya, can you see anything out there, can't even see the damn road with this fog." Nika said while getting the hatch open. Tanya got up the hatch and can't see anything. "Can't see anything either. Just keep driving and we'll probably get out of this fog."
"How is there even fog here? I am not an expert on weather, but I am pretty sure this place isn't meant to have fog this thick." Dina said while reading one of the maps they have. "I got to agree. It's weird to have fog this thick in a place like this." Anna said, seeing the fog through her scope.
"Well the sooner we get out of this fog the better. I don't want sneaked up by one of them fascist bastards." Nina replied with the rest of them agreeing.
The fog soon lifted but the tank was nowhere to be found. They disappeared.