December 16, 1944.
The guys are restless and unhappy... and can you blame them? Christmas is approaching and they're thousands of miles away from home, in some unknown corner of Europe. We are among the lucky ones. Our command post has been set up in the town's hotel but most guys are huddling together in the cold damp forests.
Everyone believed this war would be over by Christmas. Sure Normandy was huge and tough and no one will forget the hell that Falaise was, but after that things went relatively easy. Once Paris was liberated it seemed like cruising down the strip. The German army seemed beaten and soon we reached the frontiers of the Third Reich. And there we came to a halt.
So... here we are, and no one knows what's going to happen next.
Reports have been coming in this morning, from various sectors of the front line... Germans assaulting our front posts... well equipped Germans, with halftracks and the likes...
No doubt the last convulsions of a deadly wounded animal. Still dangerous but not alarming.
After all, HQ assured us the German army doesn't have much left in it, and what they still have will be put to use on the Eastern front, in a desperate attempt to keep the Ruskis from reaching Berlin before we do.
No, soon after a good rest we'll be marching again... all the way to Berlin!
Sgt Michael "Mikey" Beckett
War correspondent attached to 2nd US Division/23rd Inf

I'm not gonna make it easy on myself: fog of war, no visible frontline borders, I won't consult the supply tracks and I've turned the weather visibility on...
We know what's gonna happen and where the Germans (PO) wanna go in this scenario, but I wanted to play this one for a long time... and let my writing skills loose on y'all.[;)]
We'll follow the action through the eyes of a young war correspondent based just North of the main German thrust.














