Date: November 8th, 1942
Location: Northwest in the waters above the Port of Casablanca.
Objective: Patrolling the Streets of Cassblanca
We’re under five mits out, most of the men are taking to being packed in like sardines in this Uboat for the landing. We’ve recieved orders to offer the French a chance to surrender before engaging. We’re also on orders to now engage the French unless we’re fired upon or resist surrendering. Landing when find and we the platoon was assigned to patrol the area. For the most part we watched as the French openly surrendered as he moved through to our area to patrol and scout out. As things got quite I looked around. No locals, no soldiers, no sounds of a city. I let the squad with me know to keep their eyes open and their guns up. Brandon asked if he should scout out the side ally while he affixed his bayonett, still wearing his mask since the uboat he was showing just how green he was. I put Johnson on support with him and mentioned we’d meet up on the other side around the building. Lindquist and Rockwell were with me.
Walking around the corner I didn’t like seeing a sandbag position with a machine gun pointed at me. I roared out contact after surpressive fire came bounding down the cobblestone street at us.
Date: November 10th, 1942
Location: Capture Capital of Marocco, Casablanca.
Objective: Rescue and escort back Francios Gobard
With the loss of a soldier so early into friendly territory it felt calis to point at another soldier and let him know he was with us. Things went smoother over the next two days with the French forces moving farther into the heart of the capital. A few hours before we planned to commence the attack they surrendered.
Lt. John Tiberus Ripper showing up in a Jeep wasn’t to congratulate us. He ordered us to escort an informant at the Police station to HQ before the Germans got him for interrogations. As his radio started squaking he listened in and started yelling and arguing with the people on the other end. Pushing his radio op out of the Jeep and stepping out he looked at us and told us to get a move on. Giving him a salute I had the squad mount up, Brandon driving with Rockwell riding front, Lindquist and the new guy were with me in the back. I stood on the 50, until we got to the police station.
I hoped off and took Brandon in with me, Lindquist moved to the 50 cal just incase we got ambushed again. Inside I asked the police where the guy were were looking for was, Francious Gobard or something. They seemed to be confused although they understood my French and I didn’t have the time so I used a universal phrase that most people understood in all languages. I chambered a round in my rifle and started to raise it to chest level. With the police holding up their hands surrendering the cheif let us know the German’s had already come and gotten him. Nodding I took him by the back of the neck outside and asked the fastest route. I translated for Brnadon and we were on our way out of town.
As we got on the hardball road out of town we saw two vechiles in front of us. I yelled out to Lindquist on the range and he shook his head. I called out to swope and if he had a shot to take it as I got back on the 50. When we went over a ridge we saw only one vechile in the distance. I let everyone know we were going into an ambush we didn’t have time to be pretty and we’d have to just charge on through.
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