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Post by blaird on Jul 18, 2020 1:49:06 GMT
Welcome to the Ohnmacht Ziege Pull up a chair, and sit on down. Feel free to discuss anything in a role play environment for your u-boat's crew.
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Post by crushedhat on Jul 21, 2020 5:41:29 GMT
Early Sept 1939
“The boat and crew are prepared,” LtzS Harald Fleige states over the top of his beer. “Should anything come up, I’m sure Oberbootsman Leeb can handle it,” Harald names the Bosun. Fixing his Kommandant, KptLt Erhardt Schmitzer with what he hopes is a disarming grin he adds, “So, I was hoping to get a pass and take a quick trip home to Bremen to see Aleida.”
Schmitzer empathizes with his 1WO’s desire to see the woman he is engaged to. But, he also knows that he has orders to be ready to sail at short notice. Without giving away any State secrets he says, “What if we have to sail while you’re gone? I don’t want to leave without my trusted 1WO. And war could come at any minute.”
“But it is only an hour by train,” Fleige counters.
Clearing his throat, the young 2WO, ObfnzZ Pilcher offers, “I think I am capable of stepping up to fill the position, Herr Kaleun, should it become necessary,” he quickly adds lest he appear to eager. The other three officers look at Pilcher. The young man is the Aryan ideal, both in appearance and his earnest support of The Furher.
Fleige is the first to speak. “Yes, Walrad. But who would fill in behind you? None of the Maats have your commitment.”
Pilcher at first puffs up his chest at the assumed compliment. It is only upon seeing the amused expressions on the other’s faces that he turns red, hiding his embarrassment behind a large drag from his own stein.
“And what of you,” Schmitzer asks his Engineer, Lt (Ing) Brughardt Reverchon. “No one special to see?”
Reverchon simply shakes his head as he offers a week smile. The Engineer is known for being more comfortable with machines than women.
“Maybe Valda will find you one,” Schmitzer offers, his wife having already suggested doing just that.
“I don’t think the kind of women a cabaret singer would know are suitable wives for officers of the Third Reich,” Pilcher is about to opine. Then he decides better of denigrating his Kommandant’s wife. Instead he offers, “Eva can find someone at the BDM,” Pilcher’s girlfriend being a member of the specially formed organization charged with turning German women into ideal wives and mothers.
“Or her.” Fleige indicates the attractive blonde who just entered. Gertrude Klein, a Helferin assigned to Flotilla HQ.
Noticing the men talking and looking at her, Klein makes her way to their table. Reverchon pales.
“Gentlemen,” she greets them. “Will any of you buy a lady a drink?” She looks directly at Schmitzer.
“Yes, Matrosengefreiter,” Schmitzer smiles back as he gets up to offer her his chair. “Brughardt?” Not waiting for Reverchon to answer, Schmitzer excuses himself. “I’ve got to be going if I’m going to be there when Valda has her break. Don’t want someone else swooping in.” He graces Klein with a smile as he says the last.
“My leave?” Fleige calls after his departing Kommandant while Pilcher tries not to be too obvious in his attraction to Klein and Reverchon fidgets uncomfortably. For her part, Klein watches Schmitzer leave, a disappointed moue on her face.
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Post by silentwolf on Apr 6, 2021 1:34:54 GMT
Early June, 1942
Oskar Neuhäuser walks up to the bar and is approached by an attractive bar maid. He orders a beer, pays and tells her to keep the change. He gives her a quick smile and then turns his back.
He leans against the bar and looks out into the bar room. He takes a drink and upon lowering his glass, notices a table to his left - Ackner, Schmidt and Schulte are seated.
Ackner makes eye contact and shouts "Medic!" , waving his arms left to right.
Neuhäuser smiles and gives a quick nod. He then begins to make his through the noisy, smoke filled room to the table.
He takes a seat.
"So rookie, what do you think?" intoxicated Ackner leans forward and stares across the table towards Neuhäuser, "is that cat house hot enough for you?" Ackner stands and points his finger in Neuhäuser's face.
Ackner then burst into a drunken fit of laughter and continues " Did you show those French girls how to load the old torpedo?"
Ackner falls back into his seat laughing and takes another drink from his glass.
Neuhäuser feels slightly uncomfortable seeing the 1st watch officer so inebriated but plays along and jokes , "Not yet, but the night is still young!"
Schmidt raises his glass and says "I'll drink to that!"
The four laugh, clank their glasses together and simultaneously drink.
Schmidt orders another round.
They sit at the table, drinking and making small talk.
Neuhäuser is beginning to feel accepted amongst his fellow shipmates.
Schulte then asks Neuhäuser " What did you think of your first patrol?"
Neuhäuser, feeling relaxed, answers honestly, "It was underwhelming. I thought we would get into some action out there. The captain seems soft, he just let 3 convoys slip away..."
Ackner is immediately angered. He loudly interrupts " And what exactly would you have done, rookie? Sail right into the convoy just like the bull of scapa flow himself? Where is your Knight's Cross, hero? The Captain kept you alive, show a little respect, rookie."
Ackner then leaves the table and stumbles towards the bar.
" Don't worry about it" , Schulte raises his half full glass, " He won't remember it the morning!" He laughs, then drinks the remainder of his beer in one gulp before slamming the empty vessel down on the table.
He stands and before leaving looks at Neuhäuser.
" Go show them how to load the old torpedo , rookie ! " .
He gives a coy grin and then leaves the table making his way towards the bar.
Neuhäuser looks at Schmidt and says , "I just..."
Schmidt interrupts, " Trust me, you are going to see some action, rookie."
The two men sit silently at the table.
Schmidt quickly drinks the remainder of his beer and leaves the table.
Neuhäuser now sits alone.
He quietly mumbles to himself, " I should have joined the Luftwaffe.... "
He slowly finishes his drink and leaves the bar.
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Post by silentwolf on May 1, 2021 4:50:02 GMT
Wednesday, September 30th, 1942 23.30 hours
The crew of U-47 have gathered for a wild night of partying before they go out to sea.
They are to sail tomorrow evening, at dusk.
The noisy, smoke filled bar room is extremely crowded. The clanking of glasses and conversations merging together almost completely drowns out the quartet's music.
In one corner of the Bar Room, LI Gunther Schmidt and Medic Oskar Neuhäuser sit across from one another at a small table.
"So the idea is this - If the prop has a greater pitch, It moves more water and we move faster" , Schmidt explains.
Neuhäuser is very drunk falls out of his chair, spilling his drink and breaking his glass.
"Ha! You damned fool! " , Schmidt roars with laughter.
In the middle of the bar room, many members of U-47s crew are sharing a large table that consists of smaller tables that have been pushed together. There are several women with them, some are sitting in men's laps. The barmaids stay busy keeping a steady flow of alcohol moving to the table.
At the bar, 1WO Jonas Ackner and KMDT Tobias Hopf sit. They are both smoking cigarettes and enjoying strong drink.
"Here's to Viktor!", Ackner toast.
"May he rest in peace", Hopf adds.
They each take a long drink and set their glasses down upon the bar.
They are interrupted by 2WO Klaus Krebs.
Like the rest of the officers, young Krebs is in uniform - but his looks slighter cleaner. It is perfectly ironed and starched. The creases are perfect. His black leather shoes are polished and shined so well that they brightly gleam light. One can easily see thier own reflection within them. His hair is neatly combed and parted to the side. His face is cleanly shaven, although he couldn't grow a full beard if he tried.
Krebs has not been attending the party this evening, he has briefly stopped by to inform Hopf that the boat is fully operational and ready for deployment.
"Kaptain, U-47 is ready to patrol."
"Good, Krebs." , Hopf answers and nods.
Ackner offers Krebs a drink.
Krebs responds, "Nein. I do not drink. It poisons the body and mind."
Krebs continues, " Good evening , Herr Kaleun ." , and he leaves the bar.
"What a tight wad" , Ackner laughs and continues, "Probably turning in to read the U-boot Commander's Handbook."
"He is the poster child for our Hilter youth, all grown up and ready to go to sea." , Hopf sarcastically adds.
Hopf continues, "It's getting more and more difficult out there. Radel of all people....I never expected it would happen to him. Those guys were Elite. Almost 200,000 tons.... Unlucky number thirteen ...."
Hopf is silent for a moment and then orders another round. He continues to drink, heavily, well into early morning hours.
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