gord96
07-17-07, 01:00 PM
Wihelmshaven, Germany Febuary 2nd 1940, 0930
The brisk Febuary morning chilled Wilmer to the bone. The cold ocean breeze seemed to find every corner of the naval base as anywhere he went it was equally as bone chilling as the last. He had joined the Army to fight and be a hero, not guard naval bases in the cold winter. Wilmer was confident though that he woud get his chance to prove himself soon enough as word was that Germany would move against Norway, Denmark and maybe even France now.
Wilmer walked up and down the perimeter just west of the main gate. Secuirty was tight today. Grand Admiral Raeder was supposed to be arriving any time now. He was coming to meet with the other Admirals to decide the future of the Kriegsmarine. Wilmer didn’t care. He was an Army man.
“Look alive men! The Grand Admiral is here!” shouted a voice from the guard house near the gate.
Wilmer looked towards the road and saw a convoy of cars approaching. Each one pulled up to the gate and after a moment passed through. The Admirals of the Kriegsmarine were here.
“Glorified sailor boys…” Wilmer muttered under his breath before he was distracted by the noise of airplanes approaching.
“Flyboys. Worse then sailors….” again Wilmer’s thoughts were cut off as the airplane noise became louder. He strained to see the source of the sound and saw 4 small planes approaching, fighters perhaps. Wilmer kept watching as they seemed to diving towards the base at high speeds.
“What the he….” Wilmer again cut himself off as he realized the gravity of the moment. Those were fighter/bombers, loaded up with ordnance on their wings. And they weren’t German.
“INCOMING!!!” Wilmer yelled as the first explosion rocked the guard house and two cars from the convoy flipped over and were engulfed by flame. More explosions and machine gun fire sent Wilmer sprawling. He covered his head and prayed. As soon as he felt brave enough he peaked up for a second and all he saw was burning cars and men. He cowered as more blasts went off.
A few seconds later it was over. Wilmer layed there. He heard yelling and screaming. He lifted his head and stood up. The front gate, the guard house, and the entire motorcade was destroyed. There was dead and wounded everywhere. Smoke filled Wilmer lungs and he choked. As he regained his breath he heard in the distance….
“The Grand Admiral. He is dead!”
Those Tommies just hurt us good Wilmer thought. The leadership of the Kriegsmarine were dead. He felt numb at the carnage around him as he staggered forward.
London, Great Britain, 2 hours later
Marshal Portal sat behind his desk reading the latest communications from his air commanders. He scanned them over quickly. He was really just killing time, waiting for word on the strike he had ordered on Wilhelmshaven the night before. The raid would have happened a few hours ago and Intelligence should have some word soon on how effective it was.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
“Come in.” Portal answered.
In walked Lt. Peters, his assistant. Peters saluted and handed Portal a piece of paper.
“This just came in from British Intel sir.”
“Thank you Lieutenant.” Peters saluted and left the office.
Portal unfolded the document and stared at it. A smile came to his face. It read;
To: Chief of the Airstaff
Marshal Portal
Raid on Wilhelmshaven a success. Raeder and 90% of German Naval leadership killed.
End report.
“This could help us greatly in the war….” Portal said to himself with a large grin of satisfaction. In reality things could not be further from the truth.
The brisk Febuary morning chilled Wilmer to the bone. The cold ocean breeze seemed to find every corner of the naval base as anywhere he went it was equally as bone chilling as the last. He had joined the Army to fight and be a hero, not guard naval bases in the cold winter. Wilmer was confident though that he woud get his chance to prove himself soon enough as word was that Germany would move against Norway, Denmark and maybe even France now.
Wilmer walked up and down the perimeter just west of the main gate. Secuirty was tight today. Grand Admiral Raeder was supposed to be arriving any time now. He was coming to meet with the other Admirals to decide the future of the Kriegsmarine. Wilmer didn’t care. He was an Army man.
“Look alive men! The Grand Admiral is here!” shouted a voice from the guard house near the gate.
Wilmer looked towards the road and saw a convoy of cars approaching. Each one pulled up to the gate and after a moment passed through. The Admirals of the Kriegsmarine were here.
“Glorified sailor boys…” Wilmer muttered under his breath before he was distracted by the noise of airplanes approaching.
“Flyboys. Worse then sailors….” again Wilmer’s thoughts were cut off as the airplane noise became louder. He strained to see the source of the sound and saw 4 small planes approaching, fighters perhaps. Wilmer kept watching as they seemed to diving towards the base at high speeds.
“What the he….” Wilmer again cut himself off as he realized the gravity of the moment. Those were fighter/bombers, loaded up with ordnance on their wings. And they weren’t German.
“INCOMING!!!” Wilmer yelled as the first explosion rocked the guard house and two cars from the convoy flipped over and were engulfed by flame. More explosions and machine gun fire sent Wilmer sprawling. He covered his head and prayed. As soon as he felt brave enough he peaked up for a second and all he saw was burning cars and men. He cowered as more blasts went off.
A few seconds later it was over. Wilmer layed there. He heard yelling and screaming. He lifted his head and stood up. The front gate, the guard house, and the entire motorcade was destroyed. There was dead and wounded everywhere. Smoke filled Wilmer lungs and he choked. As he regained his breath he heard in the distance….
“The Grand Admiral. He is dead!”
Those Tommies just hurt us good Wilmer thought. The leadership of the Kriegsmarine were dead. He felt numb at the carnage around him as he staggered forward.
London, Great Britain, 2 hours later
Marshal Portal sat behind his desk reading the latest communications from his air commanders. He scanned them over quickly. He was really just killing time, waiting for word on the strike he had ordered on Wilhelmshaven the night before. The raid would have happened a few hours ago and Intelligence should have some word soon on how effective it was.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
“Come in.” Portal answered.
In walked Lt. Peters, his assistant. Peters saluted and handed Portal a piece of paper.
“This just came in from British Intel sir.”
“Thank you Lieutenant.” Peters saluted and left the office.
Portal unfolded the document and stared at it. A smile came to his face. It read;
To: Chief of the Airstaff
Marshal Portal
Raid on Wilhelmshaven a success. Raeder and 90% of German Naval leadership killed.
End report.
“This could help us greatly in the war….” Portal said to himself with a large grin of satisfaction. In reality things could not be further from the truth.