User:Cpl. Wilding/WW2 Fanfic

This is the page for my WW2 fanfiction.

Markus Wilding
Markus sat in his office in Berlin, looking over a map of North Poland with small models of troops, representing both soldiers under his control and Polish forces. His superiors had told him to plan a possible invasion of Poland should German demands for Danzig went south. He was in control of three infanty divisions and an armored car, with the task of invading and taking Danzig. Of course, this was if Poland decided they would fight rather than give Danzig away. Hitler didn't think it would be the case, but there were enough soldiers on the border to invade should diplomacy go south. "Major Wilding." His superior, Oberst (Colonel) Ebersbacher entered the room. Markus stood out of courtesty from his chair and asked Ebersbacher what he was doing here. "Major, your men are key in this. I need to know your plans so that the commander of the Prussian forces doesn't get confused and starts attacking you. I trust you DO have a plan, Major? You have a history of not doing things until the last minute." Markus looks back down at his map and begins thinking. "Yes, of course I do, sir. It'd be ridiculous to not have one at this point." Markus begins positioning his models around on the map. "I'll have one infantry division enter Danzig head on, while the other two divisions go around in a pincer movement. The armored car will be with the first division. The only thing I wish to request is some heavier artillery. I'm not sure if I can do that job without it." Ebersbacher listens and nods his head. "Oberstleutnant Faerber has some artillery with his forces, I will tell him that your men will request artillery support. Good job, Major Wilding."

In several months, Germany demand that Poland give control of Danzig to Germany or face war. With the United Kingdom's guarantee backing them up, Poland refuses. Germany invades and is now at war with the Allies, now with Canada, New Zealand and Australia behind them.

Denny Arthur
Australia was already cautious with Japan running around in China. We didn't need a bloody war in Europe to help make things even more stressful. Of course, there was little Australia could really do to help. We had a bad economy, used British weapons and had a feeble bunch of ships we called a navy. The fact that New Zealand was even smaller than us in terms of economy didn't help. Yet, here we were, in a wartime economy and yet we weren't doing a thing. Japan was only at war with China and Australia was too far away to do anything to Germany. So, we were sitting here twiddling our thumbs and doing nothing, waiting for the war to come to us. If it ever did. At least, that's how I saw it. I was with the 7th Australian Infantry Division, stationed in New Guinea. It was hot, wet and had bugs...oh damn those bugs. All of them were devils straight from Hell. It wouldn't surprise me if one of those little buggers came up to me and tried to get me to shoot myself. Believe me, I wanted to. The jungle hated people like me, snipers. Add to the fact that there was a man dying every week because of the heat and conditions, it was always a guessing game to see who'd go next. I just wish I'd be transferred before my day came up. Of course, my buddy Justin Bluett helped keep my spirits up. "Just think Denny," he'd say every single day, "someday we'll be transferred out of here and go to another hell-hole, like Africa or something. Then we'll be wishin' we were back here." Yeah. But for now we're on this bloody rock.