World War Two: The War From Both Sides

by GermanSniper243

WW2 has broken out, one part of the story is from young Paul's eyes, a german boy who enlisted at sixteen into the german army. It recounts both his experience as a German machine gunner, and the experiences of seventeen year old Aaron, who enlisted as an American marksmen, or a sniper in other words. You have both sides of the story now, but, who is right?

2. Aaron chapter 1

I look at the man he's just sitting there. He looks to be about thirty, but I know that can not be. The war ended little over three years ago.

It wouldn't surprise me if he could stay like that for hours at a time. Just staring.

He stared down at his hands, they were arthriticly swollen in the joints.

*Click*

I started my recorder winding, "so Aaron is it?"

He nodded.

"Well, my name is Aaron as well, I wanted to know about your experiences in the war. Could you do that for me?"

He shakes his head, he mutters something.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

He looks up at me, his eyes are Old,his spirit broken. Looking me in the eye he spits on the floor.

"I said, you civilians are all the same, all you want to know about is the blood and death and destruction of that damned war, you want a story of my war life I'll give it to you. Oh, I'll give it to you alright. "

*Click,click,click*

The bolt in my scoped springfield seems to cry unnaturally loud.

Cringing, I back away from the window.

"Problem comrade?"

My Russian counterpart asks me, "Aye," I whisper.

"Well, truthfully,"I continued' "I'm not sure if it is a problem. We have a small German patrol coming from the west."

Looking through my scope again, I counted the number of units.

"Appears to be about twelve footsoldiers, three submachine gunners, three blazers," which is what we called flamethrower units, "and six riflemen, although, I count about four dogs."

I rolled over and looked at the ragtag group of soldiers we had thrown together. We were the best of the best, at least that's what we told ourselves. There were seventeen of us in all, seven riflemen, all armed with Mosin Nagants, there were three light machine gunners' armed with degtyaryov machine guns, four submachine gunners, one, an american named Terence 'terry' Johnson, was armed with a Thompson, the rest carried the PPSh-41, we had two flame units. Then there was pvt. Korantev and i , he a shotgunner armed with a trench gun, and I, a first rate sniper, I carried my marked up Springfield. All of us carried a sidearm of some sort, being Americans, CPRL. Johnson and I were issued the standard 1911. The Russians on the other hand, were armed with the Tokarev 'TT' pistol. As well as one was gifted to me by Kantorev.

He grinned, "sounds like you need to get in some target practice. Mind if I be your spotter?"

He enjoyed being my spotter because he got to watch the bullet do its damage, whereas up close, a lot of the time you blink when you fire, he enjoyed just watching the bullet do its thing. He always laughed about how delayed the impact was to the blast.

I nodded, over my shoulder, "Terry, you take control of the squad," I gave him the run down on the number and armament of the troops. He nodded and decided to take one flame unit, one submachine gunner, two light machine gunners, and five riflemen.

I listened in on his battle plans as he relayed it to the soldiers he would be taking with him.

Placing the flamethrower in the second story of a house next to the street that the patrol was heading down, he and three of the five riflemen would attempt to take out all four dogs on CRPL. Johnson's signal, also effectively blocking off the German route, forcing the Germans to turn and face the Russians and fight, allowing me to take out the German blazer units. Then it was every man for himself. Figuratively speaking. Time to get this plan kicking.