A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia

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Interactions: Welkin and Squire

Squire was inspecting the camp, as he waited for their new allies in the sky to land. To be fair, while his tank was able to resist most enemy fire to this point, the Soviet tanks were beginning to become a problem. And not a light one. More like a Panzer Tiger one in term of weight, yes.

But as he walked, he noticed good old Welkin Gunther, on top of a large rock, inspecting the area. But something about him seemed…off. He seemed relatively sad. The man did not understand why. Up to this point, Squad 7 was doing all right. Not a single man had ever died in the battlefield.

He decided to join the man, as he climbed the large rock to reach him. «Morning.» he said with a lively tone, catching Welkin by surprise. «Squire! Jesus, you scared me!» he exclaimed as he caught his breath. The man smirked at his remark. «Well, if you thought that was scary, certainly you didn't see what the British commando could do to Germans in Africa.».

Welkin smiled nervously. «I guess that they would not be for a good time.». Squire nodded. «Yes.» he said with his typical British accent. A short silence followed. «Say Welkin, what are you exactly doing in this rock?» he asked. Welkin simply laughed it off.

«Oh, nothing. I was just inspecting if there were any Imperial soldiers around.» he said. «Try inspect the North, that is the most likely position where they would attack. I mean, if we consider last time they were in the desert.» Squire commented.

He then turned once again to Welkin. «However I do have to notice that something seems off in you.». Welkin raised an eyebrow. «What do you mean?» he bluntly asked.

«You seem sad. Not quite the unusual nature lover that I had come to know, yes. Is something the matter?» Squire asked. Welkin stopped smiling. «No, I'm fine. It's nothing, really…» he responded. But Squire was not happy with this response. It was obvious that something was off.

«Believe me, I've been around. I know something is buggering your mind, and you can't quite hide it.» Squire said. Welkin realized that staying silent would not solve the situation.

«Fine. It's….well…» he started, trembling a bit. He sighed heavily. «Squire….when you got your own tank crew…..were you nervous?» he asked. Squire was confused by the question. In all of his life, he never asked himself this question. «I don't quite catch what you mean, lad. What are you talking about?» he asked.

«Like, were you ever afraid that they would accept you?» Welkin then asked. Squire was understanding what he was talking about. «That they would trust you? That their lives were under your protection? That one mistake could lead to their death?».

Squire remained silent for a second, before responding. «Well there were a few times a squad of our tanks were decimated by enemy fire. I quite frankly was afraid for both myself and the crew, but generally speaking I don't think that I felt as much fear as you supposedly do.» he responded.

Welkin sighed. «Every time I roll to battle with the team, I'm afraid that I can cause them to die. That one mistake is enough to end their lives. And….quite honestly, I don't think of myself as such a great commander, really…..» he responded.

Squire raised an eyebrow in confusion. «Really? You actually sound like a good commander, really.» he responded. Welkin made a small, ironic smile. «Really? Not the fact that the whole time I had far better equipment that the Imperials did? Our regiment has some of the world best tanks thanks to you. Really, all these battles were won by you.» he responded with a sad tone.

«Well that's bloody bullcrap.» Squire responded with a calm but irritated tone. «I mean, last time I checked, our tanks cannot drive in water. it was thanks to your strategies that we conquered Vasel. It was thank to you that we defeated the Soviet forces at Kloden by indicating that animal pathway. Clearly, you really underestimate yourself. [Just like all these generic Japanese animation characters that think that they must become stronger, even though they can already defeat incredibly strong foes.]».

Welkin turned to him with a doubtful look. «Really? You think?» he asked, with a bit of doubt. «Well of course! I mean, we could have used your help all the way back to Market Garden.» Squire responded. Welkin looked confused. «Marked Garden? What do you mean?».

«Oh, nothing serious really. Just a little sit back in the liberation of the Netherlands. Quite honestly you already show some skills by avoiding having such defe-I meant sit backs! Definitely sit backs!» Squire interrupted himself.

Welkin sighed a bit. Clearly this guy tended to hide the failures of the British empire a lot. And by a lot, definitely a LOT. He then remained silent for a while. «So, when are our new allies going to….land?» he asked, with a serious tone. «Any minute now, I believe. It's amazing how quickly a rudimentary airport can be built. Believe me chump, this is just the beginning of a large serie of airports to help countless planes land safely in the soil of Gallia! You should be proud, really.» Squire responded.

Welkin smiled. «Good. I can't wait to meet them. I bet Isara is already all over the place to learn how they can take to the sky.».

«Well knowing the lass, I wouldn't be surprised if she would be able to create a replica in five minutes.» Squire commented. That girl was something, despite being a 16 years old. Welkin remained silent for a few seconds, with a determinate look in his face.

«I'll promise.» was all he said. «Wait what? Promise what?» Squire asked confused. As Welkin turned around, Squire realized what was going on. «Oh god. [It's another one of those really stupid and long speeches anime characters made when they want to do something noble.] Come on then, go ahead chump.»

«I promise that I will free Gallia. And I also promise that no member of my squad shall die. Neither you, nor Alicia, nor Isara, nor anyone else. You are right. sure, I should not be arrogant like Damon, but I also leaded to some successes, didn't I?» he said, all proud.

«[Huh. Thought it would be bigger.] don't worry, I'm sure you will keep this promise. [Besides this is a humor fanfiction. This is as dark and sad as it gets.]» Squire commented. Welkin simply laughed. «You know, I think that I'm actually getting used to all the insanity that is going on.» he then said.

He placed his hand on Squire shoulder. «Thank you. I really needed this talk.».

«Well that's why I'm here. [Or is it just to eliminate poorly developed villains in support of the main hero in this story, I really can't tell.]» Squire responded the Gallian. However, all of a sudden, Welkin lit up in excitement. «Oh wow! Look at that!» he exclaimed.

«What?! Where!? Could it be that the British government has sent men and ammunition to support us in the fight against both the Soviet Union and the Empire?» Squire exclaimed in excitement. In this context, he needed all the help he could get to liberate Gallia.

«It's a desert rat!» Welkin exclaimed. «REALLY!? Well finally! Seems like Montgomery has sent the 7th armored division in our aid! How many mechanized troops? How many tanks!?» Squire exclaimed in happiness. As Welkin realized wha he was talking about, he smiled nervously.

«Well it's not really a tank….. it's more like some sort of small rodent walking around the camp. Oh, there it is, Isara is petting it!» Welkin exclaimed. Squire remained silent for a while.

«Welkin.»

«Ja?[Yes?]»

«It….it's a gerbil, isn't it?» he asked disappointed. Welkin looked at him with a naïve look. «W-what did you expect? We never had a 7th armored division. How was I supposed to know these guys?».

«Well I was actually hoping for more of an armored support, but anyway let's see the little fella, shall we?» he said disappointed. «Say, I've never seen a similar creature before. Maybe it's from your Earth!» Welkin noted. «Well I would have preferred the real "Desert Rats" to that thing, but you can't have everything, can you?» Squire then said.

Suddenly, a running Alicia came to interrupt the conversation. «Guys! The planes! They are going to land!» she said all excited. «Brilliant! Time to meet our new allies.» Welkin said.

As such, the trio started to walk toward the harshly constructed airport. And while Welkin now seems to underestimate himself, he does not know his future importance in this war.


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