"Axis Heroes"
Authors notes: Okay this is my first fanfic. It is based on the U-boat
mission in "moh frontline." I was just playing the game and saw something
that I thought would make a great story, be advised this is a one-chapter
story. Well enjoy and please review.
Hans Hienstern awoke to the sound of a high pitch beeping noise. At first he thought it was his ears ringing but then his friends Fritz Hienrich hit him on the shoulder. "Hans we are under attack!" he shouted "What?!" asked a shocked Hans. "An allied commando has infiltrated the base! They think he hid aboard one of our U-boats he's probably hear to destroy our fuel supply!" said Fritz. "Hear take these, let's go!" he shouted while handing him an Mp-40 submachine gun and a helmet. Hans had slept in his clothes so he didn't was any time in taking the gun and helmet from Fritz. Fritz had been his best friend ever since he joined the German Navy; he would not hesitate to give his life for him. Neither he nor his family were supporters or members of the Nazi party but when the war broke out he feared that all of Germany would be destroyed by the allies, so he ran away joined the Navy and entered the submarine corps, for his family or for no other reason. Him, Fritz and three other sailors ran across the corridor to the main hatch and climbed out of the submarine, U-506, and met a lieutenant on the concert road. The lieutenant definitely had his hands full, there he stood waving his arms around screaming orders like a store manager bossing his clerks around while the faint sound of automatic fire rang in the background like raindrops on a wood ceiling. He took hold of a radio and listened for a moment then began bellowing "WHAT?! That's impossible! What do you mean there's only one? How the hell could one man kill the entire crew of a submarine then proceed to infiltrate a base? I don't care what you have to do don't let him get to those supply trucks!" he put down the radio and turned to us. We were a small five-man squad of sailors all with Mp-40s. He shook his head and gave us his orders. "We believe he is after our supply trucks at the motor pool. I want you to cover the door leading from the warehouse to the motor pool it is the only way this allied commando can reach them. He is highly skilled and has already killed many of our men good luck and get going." They all ran to face they're foe like samurai ready to die for they're masters, but inside they were all scared stiff. This commando had already taken over a submarine single handedly and was coming they're way non-stop like a charging bull. They took they're positions in a small ally between two garages, this was the commando's only way in. They heard the gunshots coming closer they would soon be the very tip of the spear. Hans looked to Fritz and asked "Why are doing this why are we fighting for a racist mad man who leads a cause that non of us believe in," he knew it was safe to speak, he knew all five of them were not members of the nazi party. Fritz answered, "Come on Hans none of us are in it for that bastard, we fight for Germany. Besides after we win the war Germany will probably realize that we don't need that raging mad man anyway and I'll be able to see Gloria again." At the mention of Gloria his face turned from cheerful to longing. In 1942 Hans and Fritz were stationed in Africa where while out on shore leave they both met the loves of they're lives. Gloria and Nova were black Africans who Fritz and Hans met on shore leave and became lovers with. Three weeks later they heard that blacks were being rounded up and taken to concentration camps, they looked and looked but couldn't find either of them or they're families. They wanted to ask the SS Officers about them but they knew it would look to suspicious and they themselves could be arrested. Hans put a sympathetic hand on Fritzes shoulder and said, "don't worry I am sure we will see them again." Fritz nodded. The gunshots came again louder than ever, they heard the screams of German soldiers coming from the other side of the door being drowned out by the sound of Mp-40s. Any moment the commando would come in that door, this was it, the moment of truth. They all readied themselves for the fight of their lives like a Tiger sensing its end. The shooting silenced for a brief moment that seemed like an eternity when suddenly the doors flew open and a man wearing a U.S. rangers uniform stepped for ward. "FIRE!!" Hans shouted at the top of his lungs. They all released a rain of armor- piercing bullets that filled the doorway. The American dodged aside almost instantly and crouch-ran back to the other end of the warehouse. The next thing Hans knew there was a grenade on the ground in the doorway right by Fritzes feet; he was trying to flush them out. Without a second thought Hans screamed, "Fritz get back!!" and dove upon the grenade hoping the blast would only kill him. 'I love you Nova,' was his last thought. Lt. Jimmy Patterson looked down at the divided corps of the German who just moments ago had dove on his grenade to save his men, but his sacrifice did him no good they were all dead. It had always amazed him, your alive your dead, all within the wink of an eye. This man gave his life for his men. Men like him deserved a better death.at "Patterson do you read me have you destroyed the trucks yet over?" came a voice from his radio. "Not yet but I'm almost there over and out." Jimmy had a duty just like the German and it was time to do it.
Hans Hienstern awoke to the sound of a high pitch beeping noise. At first he thought it was his ears ringing but then his friends Fritz Hienrich hit him on the shoulder. "Hans we are under attack!" he shouted "What?!" asked a shocked Hans. "An allied commando has infiltrated the base! They think he hid aboard one of our U-boats he's probably hear to destroy our fuel supply!" said Fritz. "Hear take these, let's go!" he shouted while handing him an Mp-40 submachine gun and a helmet. Hans had slept in his clothes so he didn't was any time in taking the gun and helmet from Fritz. Fritz had been his best friend ever since he joined the German Navy; he would not hesitate to give his life for him. Neither he nor his family were supporters or members of the Nazi party but when the war broke out he feared that all of Germany would be destroyed by the allies, so he ran away joined the Navy and entered the submarine corps, for his family or for no other reason. Him, Fritz and three other sailors ran across the corridor to the main hatch and climbed out of the submarine, U-506, and met a lieutenant on the concert road. The lieutenant definitely had his hands full, there he stood waving his arms around screaming orders like a store manager bossing his clerks around while the faint sound of automatic fire rang in the background like raindrops on a wood ceiling. He took hold of a radio and listened for a moment then began bellowing "WHAT?! That's impossible! What do you mean there's only one? How the hell could one man kill the entire crew of a submarine then proceed to infiltrate a base? I don't care what you have to do don't let him get to those supply trucks!" he put down the radio and turned to us. We were a small five-man squad of sailors all with Mp-40s. He shook his head and gave us his orders. "We believe he is after our supply trucks at the motor pool. I want you to cover the door leading from the warehouse to the motor pool it is the only way this allied commando can reach them. He is highly skilled and has already killed many of our men good luck and get going." They all ran to face they're foe like samurai ready to die for they're masters, but inside they were all scared stiff. This commando had already taken over a submarine single handedly and was coming they're way non-stop like a charging bull. They took they're positions in a small ally between two garages, this was the commando's only way in. They heard the gunshots coming closer they would soon be the very tip of the spear. Hans looked to Fritz and asked "Why are doing this why are we fighting for a racist mad man who leads a cause that non of us believe in," he knew it was safe to speak, he knew all five of them were not members of the nazi party. Fritz answered, "Come on Hans none of us are in it for that bastard, we fight for Germany. Besides after we win the war Germany will probably realize that we don't need that raging mad man anyway and I'll be able to see Gloria again." At the mention of Gloria his face turned from cheerful to longing. In 1942 Hans and Fritz were stationed in Africa where while out on shore leave they both met the loves of they're lives. Gloria and Nova were black Africans who Fritz and Hans met on shore leave and became lovers with. Three weeks later they heard that blacks were being rounded up and taken to concentration camps, they looked and looked but couldn't find either of them or they're families. They wanted to ask the SS Officers about them but they knew it would look to suspicious and they themselves could be arrested. Hans put a sympathetic hand on Fritzes shoulder and said, "don't worry I am sure we will see them again." Fritz nodded. The gunshots came again louder than ever, they heard the screams of German soldiers coming from the other side of the door being drowned out by the sound of Mp-40s. Any moment the commando would come in that door, this was it, the moment of truth. They all readied themselves for the fight of their lives like a Tiger sensing its end. The shooting silenced for a brief moment that seemed like an eternity when suddenly the doors flew open and a man wearing a U.S. rangers uniform stepped for ward. "FIRE!!" Hans shouted at the top of his lungs. They all released a rain of armor- piercing bullets that filled the doorway. The American dodged aside almost instantly and crouch-ran back to the other end of the warehouse. The next thing Hans knew there was a grenade on the ground in the doorway right by Fritzes feet; he was trying to flush them out. Without a second thought Hans screamed, "Fritz get back!!" and dove upon the grenade hoping the blast would only kill him. 'I love you Nova,' was his last thought. Lt. Jimmy Patterson looked down at the divided corps of the German who just moments ago had dove on his grenade to save his men, but his sacrifice did him no good they were all dead. It had always amazed him, your alive your dead, all within the wink of an eye. This man gave his life for his men. Men like him deserved a better death.at "Patterson do you read me have you destroyed the trucks yet over?" came a voice from his radio. "Not yet but I'm almost there over and out." Jimmy had a duty just like the German and it was time to do it.
