The unit reunited and celebrations over, Hauptmann Stumm was quick to give his soldiers their new orders. Though, indeed, they had managed to successfully complete the mission objective they had originally been assigned - to destroy the Allied supply point - they had taken heavy losses getting there, including the loss of a fine Panzer IV. Even though the tank was now immobolised, the Hauptmann believed it could be successfully salvaged, and had radioed in for the report of a repair squad.

"Zhe pioneers should be arriving vizhin a day or zwei," Stumm said to his assembled men. "Ve shall return to ze Panzer and prevent any vandering Americana from getting to it first."

"A very wise decision," approved von Flammen. Too many times, in the dangerous chaos of the Eastern front, had he and Mannfred been called upon to face German tanks in combat, abandoned and looted by the opportunistic Russians. Although Mannfred did not experience any physical pain when employing his impressive jaw against them, tears nevertheless fell from his perfectly blue eyes every time he had been forced to destroy such a tank.

The rest of Stumm's unit was likewise grateful for the orders. It seemed certain that every American soldier in the region had been soundly defeated in their devastating attack, and a couple of day's rest and relaxation on guard duty would be a welcome change.

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Mitäs sakut?

Lieutenant-Colonel Jack Malcolm Thorpe Fleming Churchill, DSO and Bar, MC and Bar (September 16, 1912—March 8, 1996), nicknamed "Fighting Jack Churchill", was a British soldier who fought throughout World War II armed with a bow, arrows and a claymore. He once said "any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly dressed".

Born in Hong Kong to British parents, Churchill graduated from Sandhurst in 1926 and served in Burma with the Manchester Regiment. He left the army in 1936 and worked as a newspaper editor. He used his archery and bagpipe talents to play small film roles in the movie The Thief of Bagdad.

He resumed his commission after Poland was invaded and volunteered for the Commandos after fighting at Dunkirk. It is said that Churchill was not sure what was entailed in Commando duty, but that because it sounded dangerous, he signed up. In May 1940, Churchill and his unit, the Manchester Regiment, ambushed a German patrol near l'Epinette, France. Churchill gave the signal to attack by cutting down the enemy feldwebel (sergeant) with his barbed arrows.

He led two companies in Operation Archery, the raid on the German garrison at Vågsøy, Norway on December 27, 1941. As the ramps fell on the first landing craft, Churchill leapt forward throwing a grenade behind him and running towards the bay. For his actions at Dunkirk and Vaasgo, Churchill received the Military Cross and Bar. He received the Distinguished Service Order in 1943 for capturing the battery at Salerno, while commanding Number 2 Commando. Leading from the front, Churchill infiltrated the town with only a corporal in support. He kidnapped a sentry and forced him to make his comrades surrender. Churchill and the riflemen walked out of town with 42 prisoners and a mortar squad.

In 1944, he led Number 2 Commando in Yugoslavia, where they supported the efforts of Tito's partisans. The commandos raided the German-held island of Brač and assaulted Hill 622. Only Churchill and six others managed to reach the objective. A mortar shell killed or wounded everyone but Churchill, who played "Will Ye No Come Back Again?" on his pipes as the Germans advanced. He was knocked unconscious by grenades and was flown to Berlin for interrogation after being captured. He was placed in Sachsenhausen concentration camp.

In September 1944, he and an RAF officer crawled under the wire through an abandoned drain and set out to walk to the Baltic coast. Their luck was not in, however, and they were recaptured near the coastal city of Rostock, only a few miles from the sea. In time, they were moved to a camp at Niederdorf, Austria.

He escaped from Niederdorf in April 1945 and walked 150 miles to Verona, Italy where he met an American armoured column.

As the Pacific war was still ongoing Churchill was sent to Burma, where the largest land battles against Japan were still raging, but by the time he reached India, Hiroshima and Nagasaki had been bombed, and the war abruptly ended.

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In 1946 Twentieth Century Fox was making Ivanhoe with Churchill’s old rowing companion Robert Taylor and wanted him to appear as an archer, firing from the walls of Warwick Castle. Churchill took the assignment, flown off to the job in an aircraft provided by the movie company.

After World War II ended, Churchill qualified as a parachutist, transferred to the Seaforth Highlanders, and later ended up in Palestine as second-in-command of 1st Battalion, the Highland Light Infantry. And it was there, in the spring of 1948, just before the end of the British mandate the region, that he again risked his life for other people. Along with twelve of his soldiers, he attempted to assist the Hadassah medical convoy that came under attack by hundreds of Arab militants.[1] Following the massacre, he coordinated the evacuation of 700 Jewish doctors, students and patients from the Hadassah hospital on the Hebrew University campus on Mount Scopus in Jerusalem.

In later years, Churchill served as an instructor at the land-air warfare school in Australia, where he became a passionate devotee of the surfboard. Back in Britain, he was the first man to ride the River Severn’s five-foot tidal bore and designed his own board.

He finally retired from the army, with two awards of the Distinguished Service Order, in 1959 and died in Surrey in 1996. Eccentric until the end, Churchill would toss his briefcase out of the window of the commuter train he rode home every day. Passengers and conductors were shocked because they did not know he was throwing the luggage into his own backyard as the train passed by. It saved him the trouble of carrying it all the way home from the station.

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"Vell zhen, ve go!" commanded the Hauptmann, and obediently the soldiers began the march back to their stranded Panzer.

"But, but, von Flammen, sir," began one of Stumm's men, who von Flammen recognised as Blick, "Vhat happened to your motorcycle?"

"Ah yes, zhat," said von Flammen, continuing to march along. "Unfortunately, mein friend, ve vere surprised by a land mine and attacked by an Americana ranger."

"A Ranger!" said the other soldier in surprise. "I have heard zhey are ze Allies' most dangerous soldiers!"

"Ja," agreed Mannfred, who was marching alongside von Flammen. "He vas a bit tough."

It was not long before the battleworn men relocated the Panzer and began to settle down for a long wait. Von Flammen began to assemble a small firepit over which he intended to cook a refreshing dinner for the soldiers, and Mannfred set off into the countryside to find some appropriate animals for the meal.

No sooner had von Flammen finished the construction of his firepit than Mannfred returned, carrying a slightly bloodied cow on each shoulder. The men turned and gasped at this impressive spectacle as Mannfred jogged back into camp.

Von Flammen looked at the dead bovines with a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Mein friend," he began, "I zhink I am going to need a bigger pit." Mannfred let out a hearty guffaw at his old compatriot's joke, but was rudely interrupted by the sudden sound of a scream.

"By ze Fuhrer!" shouted von Flammen in surprise, as they turned to look at the source of the scream. The unfortunate Blick had been propelled through the air by a mighty blow from a fist they both recognised.

"ZE RANGER!" Mannfred and von Flammen shouted in unison. Indeed, the foe they had previously thought vanquished by Mannfred's MG42 had returned, perforated and bleeding but apparently unhindered. The monstrous American had disregarded his bazookas and instead seemed intent on engaging Stumm's unit with nothing but his meaty fists.

"Let us see how vell he stands up to ZHIS!" grinned von Flammen, and brought his flammenwerfer to bear on the target as the rest of the squad scrambled to pick up their weapons. A gout of flame shot forth and engulfed the Ranger, setting him alight.

However, far from defeating the adversary, if anything the flames only appeared to make him even angrier than he was before. Cries of incoherent rage sounded from the burning American as he charged for von Flammen.

Once more, however, Mannfred would not stand to see his friend harmed. Letting the cows tumble from his shoulders to the ground, the brave soldier leapt forward, chin thrust ahead, to meet the American's blows. The world seemed to move in slow motion to von Flammen as the Ranger's fist collided with Mannfred's mighty jaw, and he was not sure which would prove the strongest.

A resounding crack filled the area as the onlookers stared on in shock. Mannfred stood proud, his chin absorbing the strength of the blow, while the American ranger prepared to make a swing with his other burning fist.

"Mannfred!" yelled von Flammen. "Keep him busy!"

Mannfred grinned and once more brought his stubbled chin to bear, ready to take another blow. He knew that von Flammen had a plan that would allow them to defeat this bastard American once and for all.

Time and time again, the flaming Ranger delivered mighty blows with his fists, and every time Mannfred stopped the attacks with his even mightier chin. The soldiers watching the spectacle cheered in support for Mannfred and laughed as the Ranger began to tire of his attack, his strikes becoming more infrequent and less powerful. Even poor Blick, who had taken a full on strike from the Ranger, had given up on trying to figure out how many ribs he had broken and offered support to Mannfred from his position lying on the ground next to the road.

Von Flammen's voice once again sounded out clearly. "Mannfred!" he yelled, "Duck!"

The rest of the soldiers turned to look at the source of the voice while Mannfred threw himself to the ground, trusting completely in von Flammen's judgement. The American Ranger was surprised as his last blow met nothing but empty air, and even more surprised when he realised that a Panzer IV tank was directly ahead of him and aiming its main gun directly at him.

Unbeknownst to the American and the cheering soldiers, von Flammen and Hauptmann Stumm had set to work aiming the barrel of the Panzer using nothing but their own muscles while Mannfred distracted and tired the Ranger.

"FIRE!" yelled Stumm happily, and pulled a lever inside the tank's hatch. The resounding boom of the cannon deafened the occupants of the area, and the unfortunate American was too tired by his fight with Mannfred to even attempt to dodge. He barely had a chance to scream as the tank shell penetrated his muscular chest and exploded, showering the Wehrmacht unit with gore.

"By ze Fuhrer," said Mannfred, looking up from the ground at the smoking pair of legs standing before him, "zhat vas unexpected."

"I believe zhat zhey teach ze Americana Rangers to 'expect ze unexpected', or somezhing along zhose lines," said von Flammen with a chuckle. "Evidently he did not pay very much attention in zhese classes. Someone should probably see to Herr Blick over zhere, by ze vay."

The rest of the soldiers ran over to help Blick struggle to his feet, as Mannfred slowly climbed to his own feet and went to join von Flammen and the Hauptmann.

"Zhat vas a very good idea, using ze Panzer like zhat," said Mannfred. "Vell done, Leiter."

"Actually, it vas not my idea, mein friend," corrected von Flammen. "Hauptmann Stumm thought of it. I must confess, using ze Panzer in such a fashion vas a zhought zhat never crossed mein mind."

Stumm seemed to practically glow with pride at receiving this praise from a hero of the Reich. "Vell, ja, a commanding officer is trained to use every resource available," he explained, as if it were nothing. "I simply chose ze best course of action."

Thus concludes part III of the adventures of Leiter von Flammen and Mannfred von Mann, Soldiers of the Third Reich.

YES.

How long do threads usually survive on this board? I'm thinking I can just leave 'er dormant and then bump it up tonight when everyone who was here for the last thread is around again.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/1917480/ is the original thread for anyone viewing who might be a bit confused, by the way.

Von Flammen sure is awesome.

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>yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away...

>>1927539
Drop in a bump every couple of hours if you're worried.

>>1927601
Or get people to start posting pics of Nazi shit. That'll keep the thread alive.

>>1927612
In fact, do this. The more WWII-related and weird-nazi-shit pictures I get, the more ideas I have for von Flammen's adventures.

>>1927615
Y halo thar

>>1927621
Is that a fucking cyborg space nazi?

>>1927630
Looks like a fuckin' zombie cyborg Nazi straight out of Castle Wolfenstein's occult laboratories

Vroom?

>>1927658
Get out of ze way, puny maus.

>>1927621
I love the gun-sight.

>>1927615
I could go for days.

Nazis and a detined furry.

I know there's likely to be a lot less of this, but weird allied shit pictures might be more appropriate considering the Nazis are the protagonists in this story. Thinking like American experimental tank designs and what have you.

>>1927718
Nazi approximation of Captain america.

I like this one more.

Poor Maus...

Something I scribbled.

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>>1927749
you mean Red Skull?

>>1927621
It has a gas mask, but no lungs?

>>1928138
LUNGS ARE FOR THE WEAK

Bamp fur teh vaterland.

This is an awesome Commissar, by the way.

Archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/1927127
Godspeed, Anon.

Bamp.

Antartic Space Nazis vs. Psychotic American Supersoldiers, the Wargame

we need it.

>>1929028
There are Mad Scientist Germans vs. Fallout style Americns vs. Psychic Soviets Wargame http://darksondesigns.com/

>>1929127
This is fucking awesome.

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Bit annoying that the germans are crazy, the russians are mutant psychics and the americans are...perfectly normal.

Obviously making them the least interesting faction there, but still.

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hmm..

I'd have Americans focus on whacky technology that's often very dangerous and inhumane, from having a totally out of control military-industrial complex. "Nuke em green boys!"

The Germans would of course couple insanely advanced developments with, well, insanity.

And the Soviets would probably be the most practical/utilitarian, with lots of minor psychics and logical investigation into occult artifacts and whatnot. Sensible and the most overtly paranormal (while the other two are more unreliable superscience and then mad science).

I had sudden urge to post this.

Bamp Mk II

Nazis are fucking awesome

>>1930980
Holy shit, best pic ever.

Bamp Mk III.

>>1927161
Oh Jesus Christ it's Belaya Smert

BUMP

Final bamp. I am sleep now. Adventures will continue tomorrow, probably after I get back from my L5R game, which is likely to be very late Britfag time.