/anime/ - Strike Witches Love is Alive and Well!

Name: Anonymous 2011-04-23 2:51

>>331
-What was that?
-Russkies, what else?
-Machine guns, stations!
Wearily they dragged their weapons into position. The barrel of Number One gun was still missing, and Lahtinen wanted to go back and look for Maatta, feeling himself responsible for his disappearance. But Koskela forbade him.
-You'll never find anyone in these woods. The firing will tell him where we are.
The Russians were banging away perfunctorily from the darkness now, Koskela whispered:
-We're supposed to be covering one flank of a general advance. We may have a long wait ahead of us, so we'll stand half-hour watches, and let those not om guard rest.
Guards were posted and the rest withdrew to the shelter of some tall spruce standing a short distance in the rear. Raindrops dripped from the branches and the wet blueberry bushes and ferns soaked their already sodden boots. But the sky had paled and now they could dimly see each other. They were an ugly lot: faces covered with dirt and stubble, eyes empty and expressionless, mouths grim and set. Could this still only be the fourth day of the war dawning?
They wrapped themselves in their overcoats, but the cold made sleep impossible. And each time the desultory firing grew sharper, they would start into a sitting position and look about questioningly until it slackened. Then the tenseness left their faces and they sank down again.
Soon the rain stopped and the sky became still brighter. A breeze shook little showers from the branches, and their wet garments collected litter from the carpet of needles under the spruce. A bird broke hesitatingly into song, and far away the guns rumbled.
Rahikainen stood leaning against a tree trunk, staring at his water logged boots and humming softly to himself until Lehto, glancing at his watch, declared that Vanhala and Salo had to be relieved.
-Is it my turn already? asked Rahikainen.
-It sure as hell is.
-God damn, I might have known. They'd never get to Moscow without me.
Grumbling, he slung his rifle and went off with Sihvonen to the guard post. Their footsteps hardly died away when a rustling sound came from the forest. The men seized their rifles and listened.
-Halt! Give the password!
-I've forgotten the damn thing. But I'll give you the day before yesterday's if that's any use.
-Is that you, Maatta?
-It's me. Is the gun there?
They were overjoyed to see Maatta back, although they had actually worried very little about the situation, knowing that he would master the situation somehow. Maatta was dripping wet but as unpertrubed as ever as he stood looking around him in silence as though taking stock of how things might have changed in his absence. In general he tried to get along without asking questions, and now again he left the initiative to others.
-Where have you been?
-Lost.
-How did you find your way here?
-I guessed from the shooting.
Sitting under a spruce Maatta began taking off his boots. He squeezed the water from his socks before remarking to casually to Koskela:
-There's a hell of a lot of Russians in the forest. Maybe we ought to let the battalion brass know. In fact, maybe we ought to take a look ourselves.

Strike Witches Love is Alive and Well!

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Name: Anonymous 2010-10-03 19:00

Name: Anonymous 2011-04-23 2:51