Pre Drop Briefing

It is the dark of night, about 3am, D Day. For secrecy's sake, you are only now being fully briefed, though during your training there has been plenty of allusion as to what is going on - some sort of big, divisional scale air operation, rather than the small battalion level stuff that the fallschirm have done in the past.
It is a hot, sunny day in southern Greece, and you are all in the barracks getting ready. The officers already have had their briefings a while ago - hopefully Hautpmann Stromm was paying attention. In any case, he is in the barracks, as you are, stalking around and making sure everybody is ready, uniforms on, equipment ready. And he's passing around maps and aerial photographs, which reveal your target - the airfield of Maleme, in western Crete.
"We're landing a little west of the main drop zone, our immediate objective is a village, Polemarkhi. Intelligence suggests it is not occupied so hopefully this will be no harder than the training already done. You know the drill there - after landing all head to the rally point as soon as possible, and once we have done that, the first priority is to retrieve our weapons.".
Sankt is checkin' himself, making sure all is in place. He's a little nervous, but the man works with explosives on a daily basis. He's come to accept sudden, fiery death. He pauses, as they are briefed. Weapons retrieval huh?
It is the dark of night, about 3am, D Day. For secrecy's sake, you are only now being fully briefed, though during your training there has been plenty of allusion as to what is going on - some sort of big, divisional scale air operation, rather than the small battalion level stuff that the fallschirm have done in the past.
It is a hot, sunny day in southern Greece, and you are all in the barracks getting ready. The officers already have had their briefings a while ago - hopefully Hautpmann Stromm was paying attention. In any case, he is in the barracks, as you are, stalking around and making sure everybody is ready, uniforms on, equipment ready. And he's passing around maps and aerial photographs, which reveal your target - the airfield of Maleme, in western Crete.
"We're landing a little west of the main drop zone, our immediate objective is a village, Polemarkhi. Intelligence suggests it is not occupied so hopefully this will be no harder than the training already done. You know the drill there - after landing all head to the rally point as soon as possible, and once we have done that, the first priority is to retrieve our weapons.".
Sankt is checkin' himself, making sure all is in place. He's a little nervous, but the man works with explosives on a daily basis. He's come to accept sudden, fiery death. He pauses, as they are briefed. Weapons retrieval huh?
Weiss checks his gear and himself, nodding a little bit as he hears the briefing. "Ordinary drill, it seems," he mutters to himself.
Engel shows no sign of tiredness despite the late hour. Anticipation and nervous energy has him jumped up. He listens to the briefing, standing tall and quiet, trying to look prepared and elite as befits his training.
Lars is also checking his gear and listening to the briefing. A little dampness can be seen on his forehead.
Goethe listens attentively, a hint of the smile of youth on his face with the anticipation of action. He's wearing a holstered Luger, along with his standard para knife, but not seeming to pay those weapons much attention. Every word seems to stir the young man's anticipation.
Bastian already has his gear checked, and is passing by each of the men, inspecting their kit and the maps and photos at the same time. "You're good," he grunts, slapping Sankt on the shoulder and passing on to the next man.
Lars finishes checking his gear and stands up. He looks around the room trying to read the other's expressions. Then he stops and stairs at the ceiling and then the floor before going back over all of his gear.
"Thank you," Sankt murmurs to Bastian, watching and waiting patiently, although he doesn't seem /thrilled/.
Engel check the Luger at his hip, double-checking that it's actually loaded, and carefully puts it back in his holster. He seems more nervous about shooting himself with the thing than anyone else. When he's triple-checked the gun his attentive gaze returns to Stromm.
Weiss's expression is a bit thoughtful as he listens to what's being said, concentrating on that for the moment.
Bastian jerks on some of Weiss's straps, making sure they're tight. "Don't forget to buckle your helmet before we board the plane," he says needlessly. It's more to reassure than to heckle, since they've drilled this ad nauseum. Engel is next, and given a brief shake. No rattles, good; with a nod, he moves on to the next man.
Stromm nods, wrinkles his nose. "Alright. I hope you are all well rested.". The implication being, that was your last chance. "Its a long flight to Crete, but the Allies do not have any aircraft on the island so it will be a safe flight until our arrival. Our gear will be dropped the same time as us. There is little information available on what enemy units will be present but the Allied defence on Crete is believed to consist of a scratch defence made up of those units evacuated from the mainland, so resistance should be limited.". He stalks up and down the line, watching the progress of the NCOs in getting everybody ready to die.
Goethe stands waiting. He's made sure to carefully pack his chute — no para ever wants that to fail! But perhaps his actual field gear's not strapped in and tightened the best this time. Most of his past experience has been with gliders.
Engel nods to Bastian, as relieved as anyone else that nothing's loose on him. Yet. There'll be plenty of time to break him at the drop. He listens to Stromm's spiel, eyes glittering with pre-combat enthusiasm in the dim light. No hardened veteran, this one.
Lars stands now waiting putting all his attention on the officer and the fact that no he is not scared… that's excitment he feels… And if he keeps telling himself that he may just believe it.
"Don't worry, I've got a solid skull," Weiss remarks a bit jokingly to Bastian, before nodding a bit. And then looking at Stromm as he hears the words, keeping quiet again.
"I bounce," Sankt seems to whisper cheerily, softly. But he listens too, being a good little para. Oh yes.
Bastian gives Lars a shake-and-tug. "Much better than yesterday," he declares quietly, the on to Goethe. "Good, tight chute, as always. Tighten your belt." Adolf is given a once-over, the new troop punched on the shoulder and given a grin. "Don't dawdle getting out now," he grunts, then takes his place at the end of the stack to properly look over the maps and photos. "Hauptmann," he says after a few moments. "For how long are we to hold this village? And will we have aerial support?"
Goethe looks down and quickly tightens his belt, following the Unterfeldwebel's instructions as best he can. His chin lifts with a ready and set pride afterwards, doing his best to pretend to be a good disciplined paratrooper of the Fatherland for the Hauptmann present.
"The 5th Gebirgs Division - those Wehrmacht troops we were training with - will be arriving by ship soon after we land. They've cobbled together enough transport from captured Greek merchant vessels to make it, provided we can control the airbases. There are only two on the entire island, Maleme in the west, Heraklion in the east, hence the importance of our ultimate objective. I am told that we will be provided with lavish air support in the opening hours of the action." Stromm explains to Bastian.
Lars takes the little compliment for all it's worth a probably a little more. It may all be false bravado but that's how all bravado starts isn't it. And in the spirit of that he stands a little straighter and relaxes just slightly.
Adolf merely chuckles. "Am I gonna get a MG42?" He asks Bastian.
Goethe turns to his fellow jumpers. "Don't break a leg. Makes dancing a real pain." and grins.
Lars tries out a chuckle and smile at Goethe's comment and manages to say, "Yeah the girl back home wouldn't like that…"
Engel laughs merrily at Goethe's words. "No chance, my friend. I want to see how the Greeks swing." All of bravado now, to get himself pumped for the danger ahead.
Weiss just headshakes, "If the girl back home knew all you're doing out here, there's lots of things she wouldn't like," he remarks to Lars.
Goethe just grins, walking with the others out to where the Junkers transport awaits.
Sankt is quiet, but he chuckles softly, and seems cheered by the joke.
"Thank you, Hauptmann. Alright, Jagers!" Bastian calls out, turning to the stick. "Every other man turn to the man on your left and check his gear. You know where these things wear out, so pay attention to that. I want a full shakedown, if anyting rattles, punch him in the gut and get rid of it."
Lars chuckles and then replies to Weiss, "Yeah maybe but what she don't know can't hurt me."
Weiss nods a little bit as he hears Lars, turning to check on the man's gear. "Looks good," he remarks after a couple of moments.

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