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This story is dedicated to all those who have risked or lost their lives fighting in WWII.
Dialogue - translated German
Medal of Honor: Frontline
Part 2: A Storm in the Port
Chapter 2: Special Cargo
Aboard U-4902. August 18, 1944, 4:00 a.m.
I woke with a start. I must have dozed off, for I didn't remember where I was at first. Then it hit me – I was on the U-boat headed for Lorient. I had stowed away in one of the many supply crates, and luckily no one had discovered me – yet. I checked my watch - four in the morning. My legs had fallen asleep after being in a scrunched up position. The space was so small I could only bring my bag and Colt .45, which only had a few bullets left. I had to find a way off the submarine and get into the facility to wreak havoc, but first I needed some kind of weapon.
"Damn, that crate was heavy! What does Scharff have in there...marble?"
I immediately heard the German, but didn't know what was said. Peering through a hole in the crate, I saw two Nazis in the storage room. One was scrubbing the floor, and the other appeared to be a guard. I loaded the Colt and pushed open the crate, surprising the Nazis in the room. I shot the one cleaning and charged the guard. A well-placed shot in the head sent him to the ground. I noticed he had an MP-40, so I picked it up and checked its ammo - only one clip with 32 bullets. It wasn't much, but I knew I could find more somewhere in the sub.
Stashing my Colt, I quietly opened the hatch and slowly walked down the corridor. The U-boat was obviously not at the shipyards, yet. Just great, I thought. Then, I heard talking in the next room.
"What's that smell?"
"It's Gunther. Onions don't agree with him." I then smelt a stench, and it wasn't a sweet one. Suddenly, I heard a toilet flushing, and the door right next to me opened. The German, obviously Gunther, stared back in shock and then whipped out his pistol. Before he could fire, I hit him over the head with the butt of the MP-40.
I took cover by a storage closet as more Germans came to decipher what the noise was. As they came by, I shot them with the MP-40. Opening the closet door, I discovered plenty of ammo for the machine gun. I took five clips and stashed them away. I then rushed into the galley, firing on those who were sitting enjoying their 'last meals.' Peering from the wall, I quickly ducked back as a knife flew past my head and stuck into a table. If I weren't careful, the cook would make me into this morning's breakfast! I rushed out into the open, firing the machine gun. I managed to take out the knife-bearing cook and a couple other Germans.
Exiting the kitchen, a wild gunshot triggered a chain reaction. Hot steam blew through the piping, and it would cause extreme pain - even death - if anyone came in contact with it. I spotted a wheel on the wall that controlled the pressure in the pipes. Turning it clockwise shut the valves. A pair of Nazis was shooting at me, but was having little success. I ducked under one of the paths of steam and shot at one of the Nazis. Seeing another valve control behind him, I turned it, as well as another one. With the path clear, I managed to finish off the other Nazi.
I quietly opened the door to the next room, and quickly hid as I heard voices from within.
"That seal will not withstand that much pressure!"
"Yes it will! I welded it myself!" Looking in, I saw that this was the engine room. There were half a dozen Nazis in there, making sure that the engines that drove the U-boat were working properly. Time to stick a wrench into their machine, I thought. I jumped out, firing the MP-40. Three of the Nazis inside were taken out before the others retaliated. I ducked behind the door as Walther P38 bullets flew through the open doorway. It took two more attempts before the rest were killed off.
After stripping the bodies of their ammo and reloading the machine gun, I attached a demolition charge on one of the engines and hit the timer. I then ran out of the room as the explosion destroyed the engine and those around it. When the smoke cleared, I noticed a hole in a corner of the room. I appeared to be an emergency hatch that led upward. I crawled through and climbed a ladder to the next level. When I reached the top, there was a barred panel in my way. I found that this was one of the torpedo rooms, since there was several hung up on chains. I also saw several Nazis in the room, though they hadn't spotted me in the shaft.
"Quiet! Let's surprise him! Shhh!"
"What are we waiting for, then?"
"He's down there! I saw him!"
Using the butt of the MP-40, I broke through into the torpedo room and started firing. One of the pair died instantly, while the other shot back. I rolled aside and fired the Colt. The Nazi received several shots in the chest before he keeled over. Getting up, I set one of the timed charges on a torpedo. It would go off in about a half-hour – more than enough time for me to get the hell off the sub. I then heard German on the intercom.
"Engine failure reported. All mechanics, report to the engine room immediately."
I didn't know what the message was, but I had a feeling that it wasn't good. I slowly and quietly opened the door to the next room, which, unfortunately was the crew's sleeping quarters. There were seven in the room; a pair sleeping in their respective bunks, another playing cards, and the rest were reading. The ones playing cards were the first to be struck down by MP-40 bullets, then the sleepers. The rest fired back just as I ducked behind the door again. It took a couple more passes before the rest fell.
I opened the door to the next area just as quietly as the last one. This had to be the command station, for the captain and another crewmember were standing there, backs turned to me. Above them, I noticed what seemed to be the entry hatch, and I took note of it, for it would be my escape route. Just then, a communication was received. "Permission granted to dock in Double Pen #11. Prepare to dock lining up conning tower."
It was then that the captain spoke. "Steady as she goes. Easy – take her in easy," he pressured. That was the last thing he said before he got a shot in the back of the head. The one at the periscope heard the shot and attacked me. We struggled, but I managed to take him out, also.
The next area was a zigzag of important officers' sleeping quarters, but a radio station was first – with an operative. I quickly knocked him out and destroyed the radio. The machine gun fire caused a big commotion, and more Nazis came from their quarters, brandishing their pistols. They obviously weren't good at close-quarters fighting, for I killed a pair easily. They were the only ones in the way to the next room.
As I opened the hatch, I had to hide again, for there were half a dozen Nazis working in this second torpedo room.
One of them spoke. "The only thing that makes loading those torpedoes worth it -launching them." He was the first to die of the group. Not wasting time, I wiped out another two before jumping out of the room to avoid enemy fire. One more attack was enough to finish off the group. When the room was clear of threats, I set the last timed charge on one of the torpedoes.
There was one last thing I had to do before I left was to steal a book. It wasn't for pleasure reading, but for translation. It was filled with all the German naval codes used by their forces, and if the Allies could decipher the coding, it could give them superiority in the Battle in the Atlantic. I checked the major sleeping quarters, but found nothing. There was one, though, that had its door shut. As I approached it, a Nazi jumped out, giving me an uppercut. I dropped to the floor as he drew his gun and pointed it at my head. "Die, Allied pig!" Anticipating the shot, I shifted my head to the right before the bullet hit. I gave him a good kick below the belt, and he collapsed, groaning in a high voice.
Seeing as this one wouldn't be causing me any more trouble, I scanned the room and found the book on the shelf. Stuffing it into my bag, I ran out of the sleeping areas and ran back to the main deck. I climbed up the ladder and made it to the escape hatch. Turning it, I breathed a sigh of relief. The first part of my mission was complete, but I had a long way to go. The facility still had to be taken down. If there was one upside to it all, it was that I didn't have to throw up all the while...
End of Chapter 2
This story is dedicated to all those who have risked or lost their lives fighting in WWII.
Dialogue - translated German
Medal of Honor: Frontline
Part 2: A Storm in the Port
Chapter 2: Special Cargo
Aboard U-4902. August 18, 1944, 4:00 a.m.
I woke with a start. I must have dozed off, for I didn't remember where I was at first. Then it hit me – I was on the U-boat headed for Lorient. I had stowed away in one of the many supply crates, and luckily no one had discovered me – yet. I checked my watch - four in the morning. My legs had fallen asleep after being in a scrunched up position. The space was so small I could only bring my bag and Colt .45, which only had a few bullets left. I had to find a way off the submarine and get into the facility to wreak havoc, but first I needed some kind of weapon.
"Damn, that crate was heavy! What does Scharff have in there...marble?"
I immediately heard the German, but didn't know what was said. Peering through a hole in the crate, I saw two Nazis in the storage room. One was scrubbing the floor, and the other appeared to be a guard. I loaded the Colt and pushed open the crate, surprising the Nazis in the room. I shot the one cleaning and charged the guard. A well-placed shot in the head sent him to the ground. I noticed he had an MP-40, so I picked it up and checked its ammo - only one clip with 32 bullets. It wasn't much, but I knew I could find more somewhere in the sub.
Stashing my Colt, I quietly opened the hatch and slowly walked down the corridor. The U-boat was obviously not at the shipyards, yet. Just great, I thought. Then, I heard talking in the next room.
"What's that smell?"
"It's Gunther. Onions don't agree with him." I then smelt a stench, and it wasn't a sweet one. Suddenly, I heard a toilet flushing, and the door right next to me opened. The German, obviously Gunther, stared back in shock and then whipped out his pistol. Before he could fire, I hit him over the head with the butt of the MP-40.
I took cover by a storage closet as more Germans came to decipher what the noise was. As they came by, I shot them with the MP-40. Opening the closet door, I discovered plenty of ammo for the machine gun. I took five clips and stashed them away. I then rushed into the galley, firing on those who were sitting enjoying their 'last meals.' Peering from the wall, I quickly ducked back as a knife flew past my head and stuck into a table. If I weren't careful, the cook would make me into this morning's breakfast! I rushed out into the open, firing the machine gun. I managed to take out the knife-bearing cook and a couple other Germans.
Exiting the kitchen, a wild gunshot triggered a chain reaction. Hot steam blew through the piping, and it would cause extreme pain - even death - if anyone came in contact with it. I spotted a wheel on the wall that controlled the pressure in the pipes. Turning it clockwise shut the valves. A pair of Nazis was shooting at me, but was having little success. I ducked under one of the paths of steam and shot at one of the Nazis. Seeing another valve control behind him, I turned it, as well as another one. With the path clear, I managed to finish off the other Nazi.
I quietly opened the door to the next room, and quickly hid as I heard voices from within.
"That seal will not withstand that much pressure!"
"Yes it will! I welded it myself!" Looking in, I saw that this was the engine room. There were half a dozen Nazis in there, making sure that the engines that drove the U-boat were working properly. Time to stick a wrench into their machine, I thought. I jumped out, firing the MP-40. Three of the Nazis inside were taken out before the others retaliated. I ducked behind the door as Walther P38 bullets flew through the open doorway. It took two more attempts before the rest were killed off.
After stripping the bodies of their ammo and reloading the machine gun, I attached a demolition charge on one of the engines and hit the timer. I then ran out of the room as the explosion destroyed the engine and those around it. When the smoke cleared, I noticed a hole in a corner of the room. I appeared to be an emergency hatch that led upward. I crawled through and climbed a ladder to the next level. When I reached the top, there was a barred panel in my way. I found that this was one of the torpedo rooms, since there was several hung up on chains. I also saw several Nazis in the room, though they hadn't spotted me in the shaft.
"Quiet! Let's surprise him! Shhh!"
"What are we waiting for, then?"
"He's down there! I saw him!"
Using the butt of the MP-40, I broke through into the torpedo room and started firing. One of the pair died instantly, while the other shot back. I rolled aside and fired the Colt. The Nazi received several shots in the chest before he keeled over. Getting up, I set one of the timed charges on a torpedo. It would go off in about a half-hour – more than enough time for me to get the hell off the sub. I then heard German on the intercom.
"Engine failure reported. All mechanics, report to the engine room immediately."
I didn't know what the message was, but I had a feeling that it wasn't good. I slowly and quietly opened the door to the next room, which, unfortunately was the crew's sleeping quarters. There were seven in the room; a pair sleeping in their respective bunks, another playing cards, and the rest were reading. The ones playing cards were the first to be struck down by MP-40 bullets, then the sleepers. The rest fired back just as I ducked behind the door again. It took a couple more passes before the rest fell.
I opened the door to the next area just as quietly as the last one. This had to be the command station, for the captain and another crewmember were standing there, backs turned to me. Above them, I noticed what seemed to be the entry hatch, and I took note of it, for it would be my escape route. Just then, a communication was received. "Permission granted to dock in Double Pen #11. Prepare to dock lining up conning tower."
It was then that the captain spoke. "Steady as she goes. Easy – take her in easy," he pressured. That was the last thing he said before he got a shot in the back of the head. The one at the periscope heard the shot and attacked me. We struggled, but I managed to take him out, also.
The next area was a zigzag of important officers' sleeping quarters, but a radio station was first – with an operative. I quickly knocked him out and destroyed the radio. The machine gun fire caused a big commotion, and more Nazis came from their quarters, brandishing their pistols. They obviously weren't good at close-quarters fighting, for I killed a pair easily. They were the only ones in the way to the next room.
As I opened the hatch, I had to hide again, for there were half a dozen Nazis working in this second torpedo room.
One of them spoke. "The only thing that makes loading those torpedoes worth it -launching them." He was the first to die of the group. Not wasting time, I wiped out another two before jumping out of the room to avoid enemy fire. One more attack was enough to finish off the group. When the room was clear of threats, I set the last timed charge on one of the torpedoes.
There was one last thing I had to do before I left was to steal a book. It wasn't for pleasure reading, but for translation. It was filled with all the German naval codes used by their forces, and if the Allies could decipher the coding, it could give them superiority in the Battle in the Atlantic. I checked the major sleeping quarters, but found nothing. There was one, though, that had its door shut. As I approached it, a Nazi jumped out, giving me an uppercut. I dropped to the floor as he drew his gun and pointed it at my head. "Die, Allied pig!" Anticipating the shot, I shifted my head to the right before the bullet hit. I gave him a good kick below the belt, and he collapsed, groaning in a high voice.
Seeing as this one wouldn't be causing me any more trouble, I scanned the room and found the book on the shelf. Stuffing it into my bag, I ran out of the sleeping areas and ran back to the main deck. I climbed up the ladder and made it to the escape hatch. Turning it, I breathed a sigh of relief. The first part of my mission was complete, but I had a long way to go. The facility still had to be taken down. If there was one upside to it all, it was that I didn't have to throw up all the while...
End of Chapter 2