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Rating: T, for excessive violence and language.

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Medal of Honor: Jump into Chaos
By WeirdDutchGuy


Chapter Two: The Morning After



I won't watch it anymore...

I won't watch you die...

I won't watch anyone die…

I won't let them…

Not after that muck up on the beach. I won't tolerate anymore deaths among my friends. I will fight for all I'm worth and then some. Funny from a guy who's barely fired a shot yet, huh? Well, it'll be all the more surprising to them…


We cleared the area around the beachhead swiftly once we actually got off the beach. It was said that the other landings had all gone according to plan, and that our beachhead was the weak link in the whole. In fear of an enemy counter attack, and fully aware of the fact that a German armor division was nearby, our company was sent out on a large scale scouting mission. Our orders were simple: scout the countryside and destroy any opposing forces. Should we encounter friendly forces, like men of the airborne divisions, or the British landing on the other beaches, we were expected to take them with us or help them should they not have accomplished their objectives by then.

After having marched for several miles already without seeing anything remotely German, I was beginning to suspect they'd buggered off. Still, recon had claimed that a German mobilized division was headed this way, so I kept my eyes open. Tucker made his way over to me and took another good look around before he nudged me.

"You'd think the superior race wouldn't run from battle. I say the cowardly dogs high tailed it out of here." He almost sounded disappointed, then again, that wouldn't have been so surprising. He'd been frustrated after not even seeing a single German, let alone shoot one, during the landing. Suddenly we heard movement to the shrubs at our left. A dozen guns swerved towards the sound as it got louder.

"Hold it, don't shoot!" A voice shouted from the other side. A scout from the British 50th division that landed on Gold beach climbed through the bushes as we relaxed our holds. "Thank God you actually landed. We were starting to think you wouldn't show."

"Yeah, we've had some delays during landing. Anyway, how're things going over here?" Our captain asked.

"Not very good. We didn't have a lot of problems at first, but last night they hit us hard with tanks and other armor. Our lines are just about a mile or two down the road. Jerry is regrouping in a town south from here. We're only a scouting group and we're running out of ammunition, if they come at us now we're done for." The man responded. We stood there waiting for orders as the captain took in the information.

"I'll get in touch with HQ and have them send reinforcements. In the mean time my company will help strengthen your position." He said, after which the scout disappeared again. Taking out a pen and a notebook, he scribbled some words down and tore off the page. "Sergeant Miller, your squad will take this message to the beachhead ASAP. Hand it to the highest ranking officer you can find."

"Yes sir!"

"Right, the rest of you, follow me." And so we set off again. Miller's squad ran off to the beach, and thus safety. We got to shoot at tanks. "Oh joy." I thought sarcastically. It didn't take us long to cover the two miles to the improvised British line. We were immediately approached by a lieutenant with a relieved look on his face.


"Finally, it's good to see friendly forces for once. Captain, our southwest flank was weakened by last night's attacks. If you could move your forces there…" The captain nodded, taking the hint. He ordered all of us to the far side of the lines, where we took positions in the manholes dug by men I presumed were now dead. I jumped into the first hole I could find and made myself as comfy as I could. Our position could've been worse, but it wasn't the grandest defense ever. The Gold landings had gone considerably better than ours, but even they didn't manage to complete all of their objectives. I could just barely see the church tower of that town the scout spoke about sticking out above the horizon. That meant we were facing south, facing the tanks.

I had a bad feeling about this, but we had to wait for HQ to send more troops before we could attack. So far I hadn't even taken aim at a person before, and now I might be required to pull the trigger. Tucker was in a small trench to my left. I figured he'd be excited, but instead he was peering over the top of his trench with seriousness I didn't expect of him.

All my thinking almost made me miss the odd rumble in the distance, but I caught on moments later. Engine sounds. Several shouts went down the line, and then suddenly everything was quiet. As the rumble came closer I heard Tucker whisper something along the lines of 'I see them' harshly. The next moment I too could see the enemy. The front of a Panzer III came around the dense bushes in front of me, and several German shouts came from that direction too. The whole tank was now clearly visible as it slowly rolled along the road. From my low position I could look under it and I saw lots and lots of boots walking along behind it.

The sound of the engine grew ever stronger as the tank lowered its barrel and took aim at one of the holes I knew held at least one person. The next moment my ears almost popped as the muzzle spew fire and smoke combined with a deafening bang. The almost instant explosion that followed was even louder and knocked out my hearing for a few seconds. I didn't even hear the scream of the guy inside the hole. Then all hell broke loose. The Germans behind the tank ran out shooting after one of us tossed a grenade behind it. Guess I wasn't the only one that noticed.

Taking aim I prepared myself to defend my life by taking that of others. One of the Germans spotted me and raised his rifle. In a split second I had reacted. The recoil of my M1 Garand rifle sent me back first into the side of my manhole as I watched the German plummet to the ground. I stayed still for a moment, taking in the fact that I just killed someone. Suddenly another German fell down before me as Tucker cursed at me for not paying attention.

"Damn it, watch your back mate!" He yelled as he perforated another German with his Thompson sub-machinegun. Snapping back to reality I repaid the favor he just did me by shooting a German that was about to throw a grenade in his trench. Maybe this killing wouldn't be too bad, as long as it didn't come down to close combat. Neither of us noticed the tank had reloaded by now, and was still barreling towards our lines. The muzzle flared again as another explosion ripped the air. This time I did hear the scream as the shell ripped through someone. That tank had to go. I pulled out a grenade and jerked out the pin before tossing it on top of the tank. To my annoyance the explosion seemed to do little damage, but then I noticed the smoke coming from the back. The engine was done for after my grenade landed right on the air vent. But the stupid thing could still shoot, as it made clear seconds later by turning the barrel towards me. After nearly peeing myself I ducked down as far into my hole as I could and waited for almost certain death.

I heard the explosion and felt the earth shake, but there was no pain. To my great surprise all my limbs were still attached, and the awful sound of the dieing engine was gone. I popped up to take a look and found the tank to be reduced to a burning wreck, and the little Germans that were still alive retreated. Cheers came from behind me as a Sherman tank rolled towards the wreckage, its barrel still smoking. I thanked God at that very moment. The HQ had sent reinforcements after Miller delivered the message. They also sent new orders: take the town at all costs.


"Hey Bill, I take it you're quite happy now. You finally got to shoot some Krauts." I said to Tucker, who only grunted in reply. "That almost sounds as if you hated it."

"I doubted… I actually doubted when I had that first guy lined up. And when I did pull the trigger… don't get me wrong, I still think we should kill the lot of 'm, but it didn't feel like I expected. Not at all…" He replied after a few moments. I was shocked at his words; this wasn't the same Tucker talking. He must've noticed my open eyed and open mouthed gaze, because he chuckled and straightened out before going on. "But did you see the look on that guy's face after I made a vent hole in his skull? Classic mate, it was absolutely classic!"

His laugh sounded normal, but I knew it was forced. William Tucker, who signed up for the killing and the action, wasn't all that tough anymore. Suddenly I pitied him, but the feeling was swiftly driven away as we started marching. The past hour we'd been preparing a small offensive on the town. After being reinforced with two Sherman tanks and a full company of infantry the man in charge had decided it was time to move out. I didn't know an awful lot about that town, other than the name. Trévières is what it was called, but other than that, and the fact that most likely a German armor section was garrisoned there, I didn't know anything at all.


The road was just like any other in this part of France, flanked on both sides by large mounds of compact earth, with tall and almost impregnable hedgerows on top. I didn't really feel like being surprised or ambushed right now, so I kept my eyes open as we marched on. We came to a small stone bridge after a short while, the sign next to it saying we were about to cross l'Aure, a small stream. According to the map it was also the only crossing in the direct area, thus making this little bridge quite important to us. There were several houses along the road just after the bridge, marking the start of the town. Another sign caught my interest, it read 'Rue du Pont De La Barre'. I didn't know what it meant, as my French was horrible, but I had a gut feeling this was the main street, since most little towns only have one big road running straight through.

"Right, listen up everyone." The captain started as he called over the squad leaders. "I need one squad to go and see if the coast is clear. We haven't really seen much Germans up till now, so they might've done the sensible thing and ran for it. But I'm not willing to risk the whole company should this be an ambush."

Basically, it came down to this. One of the squads had to 'volunteer' to scout the town on what could well be a one way trip. Needless to say, Lady Luck showed her ugly side and my squad got picked. Our new sergeant apologized, saying he couldn't possibly know what straw was longer. But we shouldn't worry; the others would come get us when the shooting started.

"How reassuring…" Tucker muttered as we started to move down the road. There were only eight of us, nine if you counted the sergeant. If there were Germans in the town, no doubt we'd get our asses whooped. As we moved further the houses became more plentiful and stood closer together, and soon we found ourselves flanked on both sides by continuous rows. But we saw nothing German, and certainly no armor. We stopped when we reached a split in the road. The main road went on southeast bound, and a smaller road pointed southwest.

"Strange, maybe they did run off." One of our riflemen dared say as he scratched underneath his helmet. As if the American accent triggered it, windows shot open and gun barrels pointed out at us an instant later. We didn't stick around long enough to be shot as we dashed for any cover. Tucker and I dove inside a small porch, followed seconds later by the sound of bullets imbedding themselves in the concrete. The man who made the comment lay in the middle of the road as a small puddle of blood started to form around him. Tucker cursed profusely as he watched him. I wouldn't watch it anymore, I wouldn't watch them die, and I wouldn't let them. Not after the muck up on the beach. "I won't tolerate anymore deaths among my friends. I will fight for all I'm worth and then some." I thought as I looked at the body. Though I thought it was funny coming from a guy who'd barely fired a shot yet, I thought it would be all the more surprising to them. I stepped back as far as my cover would allow before lunging at the door, putting all my weight on my right shoulder. The door gave way on the second try and I fell hard on the floor of the house, drawing a strange look from Tucker.

"You coming Bill? No sense in waiting outside." I said to him as I picked up my rifle and cautiously made my way through the lower floor of the small house. Just like the town it seemed abandoned at first, but as I reached the stair I heard some hurried shouts from above. They sounded German, though my control of the language was not good enough to decipher what was said. Motioning Tucker over I readied a grenade. He caught on and prepared to rush the stairs with his Thompson on full automatic. After pulling the pin I counted two seconds before throwing it up the stairs, which should be enough to prevent them from tossing it back down. Some surprised cries came from the top, along with a loud boom which shook the house. Tucker rushed as he yelled out loud and disappeared into the cloud of dust that was now coming down.


"Clear!" That was my signal. The top floor was a mess. The floor adorned a large scorch mark, and all the furniture was blown aside. Wood splinters covered the ground and the dust cloud still hadn't settled. Sitting in a window was a loaded MG-42, the barrel still hot. Slowly the smell of burnt flesh came into my nostrils, but it was nothing compared to what I had seen and smelled yesterday. There wasn't much German left to see anyway after being ripped apart in the blast.

"What do you say? Should we give these bastards a taste of their own medicine?" Tucker asked as he walked over to the machine gun. I grinned at the thought and moved to the only other window. Just as Tucker grabbed the MG-42 I bashed the window and poked the barrel of my M1 through it. The Germans in the opposite building got quite a surprise as we opened fire at them almost simultaneously. Our own squad members cast us a surprised glance too before they recognized us and cheered. We turned our fire to any thing else that looked German until we could see no more from where we were.

When we came back outside I saw a part of our company coming around the corner, Shermans in tow. This town wasn't at all that big, but I had a feeling every street was going to be like this. Luckily for us, another squad was elected to scout till the next turn. I pitied the poor guys.



To Be Continued…


AN: There is no excuse that can warrant my inability to update this story. I'm sorry for taking this long, as I'm sure you've all been expecting this to be updated much faster as it is a remake. But I've sort of decided to go a different course. This won't be a remake, and the difference should be obvious after reading the above chapter. I'm going much more into detail and it's already caused me to split up what was to be a single chapter into multiple. Yeah, this can be considered part one. D-day plus one, but it only covers the morning and a bit of the afternoon for now. The next chapter will not jump to the next battle, but actually continue where this one left off. Anyway, please review, you know I like it when you do.

WeirdDutchGuy