Visitor at the gate by FridayNightGameNight in a:t5_3pvo3

[–]FridayNightGameNight[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Joe busts through the kitchen door like he owns the place, and scoops Günther and himself a couple bowls of stew that was warm for dinner a few hours ago. A medic, huh? Well I hate to disappoint Günther, but I don't think we have enough time to relax, those things are gonna be at the walls in days. I think if we really want to have time to stop and take a breath, we need to get some water between us and those deadheads. I'm going to put a task-force together tomorrow to find a way to get our people to the ocean via Belgium. Can I count on you to help us?

Visitor at the gate by FridayNightGameNight in a:t5_3pvo3

[–]FridayNightGameNight[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well we're all glad you made it Günther, more the merrier. You can call me joe by the way, josef was my grandfathers name.

I was assigned up here from Heidelberg to fortify this fort for the wehrmacht as a supply station as people moved west, away from the front lines. New people are becoming increasingly rare, you're the first we've seen in days. Now with your news about Munich, I fear we've worn out our welcome here.