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Bastogne has a minion!
Minion the Wind-Up Hydra
Minion the Wind-Up Hydra
Bastogne
Legacy Name: Bastogne
The
Glacier IrionOwner:
RocketlauncherAge: 9 years, 4 months, 2 weeks
Born: December 25th, 2014
Adopted: 7 years, 3 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: February 1st, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 1,236
- Strength: 3,087
- Defense: 3,090
- Speed: 3,012
- Health: 3,090
- HP: 3,090/3,090
- Intelligence: 413
- Books Read: 371
- Food Eaten: 9
- Job: Store Manager
(Work in Progress!)
70 years before I was born, my great-grandfather led a squad of battered bastards to defend this vital Belgian town...
December 18, 1944:
We were still recuperating since securing Hell's Highway earlier this September in Belgium, when our senior officers of the 101st Airborne Division, The Screaming Eagles, announced that we were to make ready for full deployment this afternoon. It sounds like some serious crisis!
If Normandy wasn't bad enough, Market Garden is downright nasty. Only one main heavily defended road, and quicksand on both sides. We took a real beating. I hope this battle won't be worse. But knowing the war, it only gets harder when we get closer to Berlin.
It's raining nonstop and completely foggy, not to mention cold! I couldn't find one soldier who visited here before the war recall this awful weather.
December 19, 1944:
We were supposed to arrive at Werbomont a hundred miles away, but our objective instead is the transportation hub of Bastogne. The weather was so dismal, we didn't even get dropped close there. Instead, we had to quickly march with all our heavy equipment for almost another day towards the town.
It's all mountainous here. The roads are so narrow and winding, that a direct hit can cause a major traffic jam. I hope that's what the enemies tanks are going though, cause we had almost none in Bastogne.
The vanguard has arrived in Bastogne, and were told that we probably have no more than a day to prop up defenses hastily prepared by survivors of the 9th Armored Division. Some of the wounded being evacuated were really shaken, and told us to withdraw while we can. I retorted: "We just got here, and we ain't coming back til our job is done!"
December 20, 1944:
The weather still hasn't improved at all, and now it's snowing hard. Our jackets are thin, and boots so terribly designed that water enters in five minutes and creates trench foot and missing toes. Yet we are ordered to keep digging foxholes, because if we don't, the ground will freeze, and we'll be totally exposed.
Meanwhile, the enemy is flanking us. We couldn't stop all those tanks from circling around behind the town.
December 21, 1944:
We are totally surrounded now. Everything is running low. We tried to request artillery several times, but most were denied to save ammo. Nobody wants to be the bazooka man, but someone had to do it because the only shells coming are the enemy's. When someone fell, they were stripped bare so the others can have more adequate clothing.
Still, we were told to hold on, because each day we do we delay the enemy's whole operation. All roads lead to Bastogne.
December 22, 1944:
An envoy arrived under the truce flag, and demanded us to surrender or they will flatten the whole town. My commander met his advisor to discuss what's the best way to reject the ultimatum. "Why don't you say when things don't go your way?" said the advisor. "What's that?" my commander asked. "NUTS!" said the advisor. "Great idea! Send that back to their high command! And tell our troops that too!" my commander exclaims.
The envoy had no idea how to translate that. We simply told them it's 'Go to hell.'
December 23, 1944:
The enemy got really angry at that response, and gave us plenty of punishment today. It was absolute carnage. Bodies on both sides. At one point, my rifle jammed because of the ice, and I had to relieve myself to get it working again. I probably turned white faster after this!
December 24, 1944:
I'm down to my last few rounds. If this keeps on, we'll have to start using only the enemy's weapons. But I don't want to get shot looking for one!
By far the worst Christmas Eve in my whole life! All I want is some lukewarm water.
We probably will not make it past tomorrow. May the lord help us.
December 25, 1944:
Christmas Day. Peace on Earth postponed again. Finally, the sky cleared, and supplies are being dropped in again! The airdrops continued nonstop until we had sufficient stocks of everything, except some of our missing toes. We also received close air support, so the enemy no longer can mount large assaults in the open.
The commander received reports on the radio that General Patton is only one day away from reaching us. The encirclement will finally be over!
Images from Wikipedia. Service patch and shoulder tag from public domain.
70 years before I was born, my great-grandfather led a squad of battered bastards to defend this vital Belgian town...
December 18, 1944:
We were still recuperating since securing Hell's Highway earlier this September in Belgium, when our senior officers of the 101st Airborne Division, The Screaming Eagles, announced that we were to make ready for full deployment this afternoon. It sounds like some serious crisis!
If Normandy wasn't bad enough, Market Garden is downright nasty. Only one main heavily defended road, and quicksand on both sides. We took a real beating. I hope this battle won't be worse. But knowing the war, it only gets harder when we get closer to Berlin.
It's raining nonstop and completely foggy, not to mention cold! I couldn't find one soldier who visited here before the war recall this awful weather.
December 19, 1944:
We were supposed to arrive at Werbomont a hundred miles away, but our objective instead is the transportation hub of Bastogne. The weather was so dismal, we didn't even get dropped close there. Instead, we had to quickly march with all our heavy equipment for almost another day towards the town.
It's all mountainous here. The roads are so narrow and winding, that a direct hit can cause a major traffic jam. I hope that's what the enemies tanks are going though, cause we had almost none in Bastogne.
The vanguard has arrived in Bastogne, and were told that we probably have no more than a day to prop up defenses hastily prepared by survivors of the 9th Armored Division. Some of the wounded being evacuated were really shaken, and told us to withdraw while we can. I retorted: "We just got here, and we ain't coming back til our job is done!"
December 20, 1944:
The weather still hasn't improved at all, and now it's snowing hard. Our jackets are thin, and boots so terribly designed that water enters in five minutes and creates trench foot and missing toes. Yet we are ordered to keep digging foxholes, because if we don't, the ground will freeze, and we'll be totally exposed.
Meanwhile, the enemy is flanking us. We couldn't stop all those tanks from circling around behind the town.
December 21, 1944:
We are totally surrounded now. Everything is running low. We tried to request artillery several times, but most were denied to save ammo. Nobody wants to be the bazooka man, but someone had to do it because the only shells coming are the enemy's. When someone fell, they were stripped bare so the others can have more adequate clothing.
Still, we were told to hold on, because each day we do we delay the enemy's whole operation. All roads lead to Bastogne.
December 22, 1944:
An envoy arrived under the truce flag, and demanded us to surrender or they will flatten the whole town. My commander met his advisor to discuss what's the best way to reject the ultimatum. "Why don't you say when things don't go your way?" said the advisor. "What's that?" my commander asked. "NUTS!" said the advisor. "Great idea! Send that back to their high command! And tell our troops that too!" my commander exclaims.
The envoy had no idea how to translate that. We simply told them it's 'Go to hell.'
December 23, 1944:
The enemy got really angry at that response, and gave us plenty of punishment today. It was absolute carnage. Bodies on both sides. At one point, my rifle jammed because of the ice, and I had to relieve myself to get it working again. I probably turned white faster after this!
December 24, 1944:
I'm down to my last few rounds. If this keeps on, we'll have to start using only the enemy's weapons. But I don't want to get shot looking for one!
By far the worst Christmas Eve in my whole life! All I want is some lukewarm water.
We probably will not make it past tomorrow. May the lord help us.
December 25, 1944:
Christmas Day. Peace on Earth postponed again. Finally, the sky cleared, and supplies are being dropped in again! The airdrops continued nonstop until we had sufficient stocks of everything, except some of our missing toes. We also received close air support, so the enemy no longer can mount large assaults in the open.
The commander received reports on the radio that General Patton is only one day away from reaching us. The encirclement will finally be over!
Images from Wikipedia. Service patch and shoulder tag from public domain.
Pet Treasure
Common Irion Beanbag
Common Irion Plushie
Hazard Map
Battered War Journal
Jimmy Khaki Hat
Jimmy Old Worn Patch
Jimmy Old Leather Buckle
Jimmy Khaki Pants
Jimmy Worn Shoes
Police Rifle
Silver Bullet
Survivors Pump Action Shotgun
Survivors Handgun with Holster
Battle Worn Metal Helmet
Gravedigger Shovel
Ytivan Snow Globe
Veterans Medals