Baron Von Reichenburg's Short Story: The Silver Legion

Grey skies over Ireland that faithful day, the allied forces have been holding the beaches for months. Smoke still rose from the dilapidated shells of crushed tanks that still threatened to rupture at any second. The Axis Forces led by Baron Von Reichenburg had been attempting to take the island for use of an airfield, from there they would topple Britain and Europe would belong the Silver Legion. Amelia waited anxiously on her gun as her loader Karl tapped his foot nervously. The rain began pouring down outside as the unmistakable looming grey hulls of Legion ships began approaching. She tightened the chinstrap on her helmet and unlocked the gun’s safety. She could hear the sound of loaders scrambling shells the artillery outside of their pillbox. The gas mask covering her face seemed to grow heavy with fear as the Legion ships suddenly flared to life.
The roar of engines of planes and boats being launched at full speed created a throbbing deep rumble in the distance. The 45 pound guns in the trenches outside opened fire with a massive salvo of shells that

screamed over the horizon. Somewhere on the horizon, a landing craft erupted in a ball of fire as a shell found its mark. The guns outside thundered as the landing craft sped toward beachhead. The craft landed as Allied and Legion planes collided in a massive dogfight through the flak-filled air. A roar of German voices filled the air as troops thundered onto the beaches. Amelia opened fire with her machine gun as the back doors of the landing craft splashed open. The rapid crack of the snipers rifles opened, seconds later several figures lay on the sand, still. Several more craft hit the beaches; these however were larger than the rest. These large craft released their deadly condense of tanks and mobile artillery. A bright flash of light in the box next to her as a panzerfaust found its way through the narrow gun slit.
The two gunners fell dazed for a moment from the to-close-for-comfort impact.

She turned her head back to her gun and her heart stopped at what she saw; a man stood in front of the gun, his grey trench coat spattered with mud and his sloping helmet shadowed the lenses of his gas mask. He raised his rifle and bellowed “Für das Imperium!” She yanked Karl out of the way as three shots smashed into the wall behind them. The Legion soldier readjusted his aim, but before he had the chance to fire Karl was on top of him. They wrestled for the gun, rolling this way and that for control of the firearm. The soldier unsheathed a long silver bayonet after landing a punch to the side of Karl’s face that stunned him. He raised the knife, but before he had the chance to plunge the knife downwards, Amelia smashed him over the back of the head with an empty ammunition canister. The soldier crumpled to the ground,

unconscious.
They rushed out of the box; Karl slammed the door shut as more soldiers began appearing at the gun window. They jammed the door shut as the soldiers on the other side pounded on the door, attempting to unjam it. Canisters of gas launched by the Legion leaked mustard gas, filling the trenches with a greenish-yellow fog. The two gunners charged out of the toxic cloud, for even with their masks they knew their filters might give out from the strength of the gas. A massive roar of an engine filled the air; the two gunners spun around and faced what was making the ground-shaking noise. A massive walker rose out of the haze below, its massive spotlights switched on and an announcement speaker flared in an announcement “Surrender your position” the announcer shouted over the roar on battle “or you shall face the wrath of the Führer himself!”