Battle for the Ambleve Valley

Feb 44 

The men of 1 Kompanie 1.SS received the order to aid our Wehrmacht kameraden in a fierce battle waged against allied forces in the Ardennes Forest, a rural area in northern Belgium.

Our unit was exhausted from many months of front line duty, but our morale was high, and holding our heads proudly, we marched into the maelstrom once again.

The weather, while old and wet, allowed us a respite from the constant threat of the allied jabos, which have hounded us like a plague non-stop for months. When we joined the fray we discovered our fallschirm kamerades outnumbered and ready to face the rushing hordes of the fresh allied troops. Streaming forth from the wood line, the American 101^st Airborne quickly washed over our paratroops, and as they fought with tenacity in their defensive area, we SS men stood defiantly and poured fire into their ranks. Licking their wounds the Amis pulled back briefly and allowed us the option of drawing them into terrain more favorable for us. Like mindless cattle they followed, allowing us to hit them over and over again, slowly but deliberately depleting their ranks. This tactic was repeated several times until we discovered a stone farmhouse, which we quickly occupied and waited for the enemy forces. Once inside the houses protective stonewalls the sanitariates tended to our wounded, and in particular, one squad leader tended to an ill-supplied kandidat whose feet paid the consequences for being shod in improper boots.

One thing that allowed my fellow kandidat and I to persevere was the knowledge that our unit is a remarkable one, we were cared for like second children by the older, experienced veterans, protecting us, yet instructing us in the proper methods to destroy the enemy. It is a good feeling to know we are not simple cannon fodder, but integral parts of an organization that will change the course of this war.

After a brief rest and equipment check, we stood our posts on the upper floor of the house, and awaited the enemy’s assault on this huge defensive position. When they finally charged out of the tree line they were decisively cut down under withering crossfire, courtesy of our valiant men. Setting the aggressive example as always, Scharfuhrer Varga and PzObr Whitlow poured automatic 9mm fire into their ranks at a devastating rate. As the enemy fell under our guns we were reminded of the vicious fighting on the not too distant east front. The Amis, while brave, simply did not have the proper leadership, and because of this died arrogantly and in large numbers.

Following the capitulation of the enemy unit, we left the safety of the defensive position, and moved into a draw to encircle and destroy the remaining allies. Once in position we again didn’t have long to wait. A mixed unit of US and British survivors met their deaths in that foggy creek bed.

The Allies, having lost their will to fight, withdrew to face our ranks another day. We are secure in our knowledge that whenever that day arises, we of the 1.SS Leibstandarte will prove again beyond any doubt that our iron discipline, intelligence, and superior training will grant us final victory for our beloved Fatherland.

Humbly Submitted,

Kandidat Ryan Kid

Kandidat Rob Creed

Pros

Excellent barracks impression

Excellent turn out of authentic Axis forces

Safety inspections

An Der Front’s quality gear

Kameraderie at the NCO club!

Cons

Cowboys (Bulletproof ones at that!)

Infantile sportsmanship on behalf of some of the Allies.