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A Spiteful Reich; Boarder Tensions between Germany and Lithuania
Topic Started: Jun 8 2011, 02:53 PM (142 Views)
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Oberst Heinrich von Gossler
Lniska Artillery Base - German/Polish boarder


Heinrich was shaving in the little bathroom of his personal quarters. It was a spartan room, void of any colour other than the small red spots on his face. The walls of concrete, a single light bulb dangling above his head. This place always made him feel more tired than he was. He quickly wiped his face off and dressed in his pristine grey uniform. He viewed himself in the small mirror, adjusting his decorations, combing his hair one final time, turned out the light and left the grey cubical that was his quarters. He walked the dreary grey halls of the bunker, there were some pipes on the wall, and lights above him, but still it suffocated his spirit. He rode an elevator for a few minutes and walked down more corridors. There was the occasional passer-by who would salute, and he would lazily salute back.

Finally to Heinrich's relief he reached the the thin double steel doors to the outside world, the guards opened the doors and saluted him as he passed. They two wore the pristine grey uniforms of German soldiers. He passed the double doors and could see the outside world, but beyond the double doors was a giant meter thick blast door. That door always remained open, except for in times of war, and drills.

Heinrich walked out into the cool morning air, breathed deeply, it was so simple, but to soothing. He looked around and saw the familiar surrounding of Lniska wood. Here right in the center of it was Lniska Artillery base, hundreds of cannons, bunkers, ammo holds, fuel, soldiers, and the pride of German engineering, the Krupp K5 railway artillery piece. A massive construction of steel and German brawn. It sat upon a hydraulic turntable, allowing the gun to traverse left and right, instead of just up and down. At the moment it was packed away covered with camouflage netting, as most of the rest of the base was. This close to the Polish boarder, their photo reconnaissance planes could see this base, if it were not for the wood surrounding them, and the netting camouflaging them.

Heinrich walked down the concrete path through the woods, which had also been camouflaged with brown and green paint. Heinrich was approached by various other officers, and he was all business, reading their reports and signing off. He needed to keep his schedule, today they would be moving the Krupp, it was standard procedure. They never kept the gun in the same place for more than two days. It was in position 35, it would be moving 1.2 kilometers North to position 17. There were 56 positions assigned to this gun alone up and down the German/Polish boarder. Each position had a similar hydraulic turntable, and railways leading to and from it. They would move the gun tonight, in the dark, for now he had to make preparations. It was going to be a long day, but a good day. Heinrich was a proud German, and this gun was one of two that existed in the world, and it was his responsibility. He smiled as he thought of the test firing next week. He smiled more and chuckled as he thought to test the gun now, he would only need to raise the barrel some, and fire, and the people of Gdansk Poland would have a 255 kg high explosive wake up call. He was in a good mood now, he felt energetic and was ready for the long day ahead of him.

OOC: Anyone who is bordering Germany is free to post here about what is going on on their side of the border.
Edited by Drake, Jun 11 2011, 07:54 PM.
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Oberst Heinrich von Gossler
2km South of Wejherowo

Heinrich was sitting aboard his personal train car eating his breakfast and reading an article in the morning newspaper. The article in question was detailing Aragonian imperialism in the Caribbean as well as North Africa. He thought to himself how pompous the Aragonians are. They send Haitians to fight the Cubans, and negros to fight the arabs. "Perhaps they think that keeping the blood of their own hands will make them less guilty" he thought with a grin on his face. As he was finishing his breakfast he felt the train begin to slow, glancing at his watch, "Two minutes ahead of schedule". He stood and went to his personal restroom. He ensured that he looked pristine. His personal train car was much better decorated then his quarters at Lniska, or any one of the other 55 bunkers he would have to stay at as part of his duty. Though he had 56 separate "personal quarters" at the 56 separate posts he was assigned to, he began to think of them all as one place, for they all looked so similar he would sometimes forget at which post he was.

When the train stopped Heinrich disembarked and went straight to work. He managed his men and crew with rigorous efficiency. Within the hour the Krupp and its loading and ammo cars were all in their proper position. Heinrich joined his men for a final inspection of the gun, and as he thought, it was in perfect condition. It was stringently maintained at all times, multiple inspections a day, and regular test firings, like today. Heinrich gave the go ahead to acquire their first target and his crew scrambled into action. He let his officers, crew and radio operators all co-ordinate. This was a dance they had all done a hundred times before and they were quite good at it. His radiomen were in communications with reconnaissance aircraft above the various targets. The first target was an open field, with a mock building acting as a bulls eye. His officers were calculating angle and charge, while the crew were operating the loading cranes and ramrod. After only a few minutes all actions complete, gun loaded and adjusted, his crew evacuated the gun. Heinrich was given the electronic trigger. He activated the first arming switch and an alarm sounded. All personal put on special protective ear muffs. He activated the second arming switch, a second alarm barely audible through the ear protection. Finally, looking at his watch his finger on the trigger, Heinrich waited for the scheduled time, and without warning or countdown he fired. The detonation was so loud, even with the hearing protection it still sounded like a gun going off beside your head. At the same time you felt a pressure wave the knocked some people off their feet. As they all looked up they could see the massive projectile flying towards it target, an easy 39 km away. You could watch it as it went over the horizon, and 35 seconds later it would land.

The radiomen confirmed with the air recon units, a good hit, target destroyed. Heinrich smiled, "It's a 220 ton scalpel." He quickly began the routine again, they were scheduled to fire 11 more shots today at various other targets. By the end of the day Heinrich felt winded from the multitude of pressure waves he endured, and his doctor gave him some pills to help cope with the headache. He supervised his crew as they packed the gun back up and by 10pm they were back on the rail, heading for their next position. Heinrich was finally able to undress and go to bed.
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