Belgium Resistance Forces

[Belgium Liberation Army]

Johanathn Vente never imagined it would come to this. Belgium had always been a proud nation, and Germany a resonable one. Yes, France and Germany had their scuffle over Alsace-Lorraine, certainly Belgium and Germany weren't buddy-buddy, but the blatenet imperalism Germany had shown towards Belgium had not been seen since the days Napolean.

Johanathn Vente found himself suddenly in the street of Belgium. He moved slowly through the streets. One might not refer to him as a "strong" man. He was your average Joe, 5'8". He could easily be lost in a crowd. But Mr. Vente was still strong enough to keep a straight back as he moved through the street, no easy task when you have 6 grenades straped to various places throughout your body. He turned the corner, and Johanathn Vente lived out the last moments of his life.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

Johanathn walked down the sidewalked towards the group of talking German soldiers.

Blessed are you among women
and blessed is the fruit of your womb.

Johanathn paused to look in a window shop, waiting for the three children to make it half way up the block.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of our death.

Johanathn pulled the fishwire in his sleeve, priming one of the Grenades. He walked directly past the German soldiers.

Amen

The explosion would no doubt make the front page in newspapers everywhere.

[Indonesia]

Word slowly past to the Indonesian News Agency and

Belgian rebel suicide bombs German occupiers!

[Germany]

OOC: That was a really good post, but the problem I have with it is that I'm not in the cities yet. I'm still sitting in your trenches at your second line of defense waiting for you to reply to my bombing of your "rebel" city.

[Belgium Liberation Army]

"Comon Billy, hurry up!"

It was 2:00 at night, and Billy and Jordan were out in the streets. They wanted to help the resistance as best they could, and the older guys, who they looked up to as gods, had told them this would help serve the cause. Before Jordan knew it, he and Billy were on the corner of Rudabegga and Harper, freezing their butts of.

"One second, I just gotta finish the last wor -- done, lets get out of here!"

Pocketing the spraypaint, Billy and Fred slipped into the backalley, eager to get home. While the BLA wasn't exactly head over heels about using kids to help fight for freedom, they were ready to use as many of their "resources" as they could...

Patrolling German forces would come across the following message the next day.

L'armée de libération de la Belgique réclame le responciblity pour la mort des sept porcs.
The Belgium Liberation Army claims responciblity for the death of the seven pigs.

[Germany]

CHARLEROI, BELGIUM

The seven of them were only going to be on duty for about ten more minutes and the night shift would be taking over. It was 2200 and the sun had already set. They were taking their duty casualy as they wern't really expecting anything. They were on a corner in the city.

They could be heard carrying on their conversations. First one soldier would talk, then the group would laugh. One soldier was reaching in his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigaretts.

"Gunter, Willst du eine Zigarette?" Said one of the soldiers, handing out a cigarette. There was barely any light and they didn't notice the Belgian rebel aproching the soldiers.

"Bitte" Said the other soldier, taking the cigarette and putting it in his mouth. The Soldier reached out to light the cigarette hanging in his mouth. As he saw the lighter coming toward him, the sparks flew and the flame came out from the small lighter. The light from the lighter shined and he could see someone walking up to the soldiers. It was faint and couldn't see what he was doing. He had his coat open and he was walking toward them with his hands out.

It was at that moment when he saw his arm move suddenly. "Scheisse!" He managed to say underneith his breath. First came the bright light, blinding his eyes untill it came with a scourching heat and a loud sound that sounded like a trainrunning into a side of a building. This was the last he remembered, for at this moment, he was blown into the side of the building next to them. The building erupted with the flames sending debris everywhere; hitting neerby buildings and cars. The brick of the building managed to break the glass and destroy most of the insides of the store across the street from them.

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BERLIN, GERMANY

The Kaiser didn't like it, he didn't like it at all. He lowered his news paper, on it it read in large bold words, Belgian terrorist suicide bombs German patrol!

It showed a picture of a leveled bulding, debris everywhere, and flames igniting cars and objects nearby.

"Seven soldiers dead, it only takes that much to spark a euphoric inner feel of anger, sorrow, and fear across the nation." Said the Kaiser to one of his Generals. "But! Fear not! For we can turn this sorrow and fear and turn it into patriotism. Now they see our war even more just, the ones that were against it, are screaming at the top of their lungs to kill these terrorist wimps and you know it!"Pronounced the Kaiser.

"Looks like this is good business for you General.." Said the Kaiser smiliing.

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A large feel of anger toward the Belgians eurupted throughout Germany. The occasional flag burning of the Belgian flag could be seen everywhere. The Recruiters had a hard time sorting out all the people that wanted to join the military. They would do anything now, to fight the terrorists.

Therefor another 10,000 people will be recruited in one RP week.

[Belgium Liberation Army]

"Pierre, look at this garbage the pigs spew out. Any person from Belgium could see through the lie. Read it yourself." Bert casually tossed over the newspaper.

"Don't trouble yourself over the politics. You leave all the planning to me, and just do as your told. Are the cells set up on the coast?"

"Its all taken care of. Give it 2 days more, and we'll have simlultaneous attacks every day. You do know we don't have full control over them, don't you."

"They'll do as they must. No doubt you remember'd to tell them of our ethicis?"

"Of course. No one comes before Belgium, not man, women, or child."

"With god as our guide, and with ample amount of...volunteers -- we have an unlimited supply of maryrs. See to it that something happens tonight."

"Another bombing then?"

"No, show them plenty of people know how to operate a rifle. Shoot someone important...I don't know...kill an officer, be creative."

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Fredrik Harper had grown up with just his brother and father, just the three of them. His mother had left them when he was just a kid. Now he was 19, and his brother and father were dead, killed with the other thousands by the Germans in their inital attack. Fredrik has just enlisted two months before the attack.

Now, as he crept across the rooftops of the village, he would have his way with the invaders. Reaching the buiding he had selected two days before, he crept inside the little tool shed on the roof. He has selected this building specifically for this feature.

Slowly, he pulled the rifle from its hiding spot, next to the shovels. Peering out the window, he looked down upon the German patrol. They looked slightly on edge, but no one ever throught they would be the ones. Bad things only happened to people you heard on the radio, right?

Shaking himself out of thought, he peered back down onto the street. He would only get a few rounds off. Maybe 2 or 3 before the Germans would find cover and return fire. He had to make the shoots count. If he was lucky, he could take down the officer, and maybe one or two of the lower ranking guys.

He steadied his rifle on what appeared to be a Captain...wait, no a Lieutant. The Belgium army was organized a lot like the Belgian army, and he knew he wouldn't be lucky enough to get anything more then this guy. Steadying his hands, he moved the guns sights right up against his eye, and looked down the barrel of the gun.

When your firing upon a man from a distance away, you aren't shooting at some dummy. Your shooting at a living, breathing thing. Forget those feet, meters away. Spiritually, your closer to that man then his own mother.

Moments form death, Fredrik seperated himself from his body. He wasn't really controlling the body, he was just watching someone else take that mans life in cold blood. The bullets, the actions, they weren't real things, just words, right?

Fire. Down went the Lieutenant. Don't think, RELOAD. Turn. FIRE. MISS. RELOAD. FIRE. Down went the Private. Burning sensation, pain in your right shoulder. Ignore it! No, don't drop the gun. Pain in your stomache! Gotta take down one more! REL --.

And so more life ended. And 80 years later, people might ask, "For What?".

[Greece]

Alexander watched a German patrol go by. He had been hear scince the invasion of Greece and never bothered to go back, what was left for him, he didn't know. He had two other friends in this city just like him loved the old ways and hate spata, Italy, Germany and Bulgeria.

As he sat on the 3rd floor looking out of his bedroom window, he watched them. Hatred filled, he was told that the germans where the reason no help came them and their damn Blockade. He pulled his pack from a shelf. And his rifle from the closet next to him. "I could shoot them" he thought, I might take out two before one of them gets me. Maybe all four if I'm lucky. "No wait, I got two gernades in my pack. But, is that a wast of a gernade?"

He pulled two gernades from his pack. He pulled the fire wire and dropped them down. He then shouldered his rifle and shot the officer at the head of the colum. He ran down stairs and pulled his revolver from it's holster and shot at more down the street.

He jumped behind some barrels as the gunfire blasted at him. He could feel the strangth a super natral stranghth as he pulled his rifle and shot from above the barrels. His hand immeditaly got hit, blood flowed from it so he waited, one of those german bitchs moved around and pointed his him, the rifle pointed at his face. Alex was only a split second faster and blew away half of the poor basterds face. He held his rifle steady on the barrels and fired at the mob of Germans.

After two minutes a german riflemen got him in the chest. "At least I took six of those bastards out with me" was his final thoughts. He crumbled over and died.

[Germany]

OOC: lol, ok, Belgium as we descused on AIM, I know you didn't intend it to be so that you're posting my losses, it's just the way it's worded. So I'll reply to yours as soon as possible.

But Greece; I'm ignoring your post for a few reasons,
1) You have no forces located in Belgium
2) It was a total godmode
3) well it was just pretty darn unrealistic

[Belgium Liberation Army]

A fishing boats slip out towards the channel, as cars, head out towards the nations of; The Netherlands, Luxemburg, France.

Any problems crossing any borders?

[Spain]

OOC: *Wipes a tear from his cheek.* Belgium that was beautiful. That first post was amazing. How long did it take you to think of that? lol. If I was half as creative as that it would be awesome.

[Netherlands]

The cars may pass through the Dutch borders. We see nothing wrong with some Belgian vacationers coming into the Netherlands. The cars are moderately checked, than allowed to pass through the border.

[Belgium Liberation Army]

OCC: Thanks. I wasn't sure if people would like that, or would think it was werid. ;D I'm actually enjoying writting these posts a lot. You don't get a lot of world power, and no one knows about you, but its still fun.

[Sparta]

Germany said:

OOC: lol, ok, Belgium as we descused on AIM, I know you didn't intend it to be so that you're posting my losses, it's just the way it's worded. So I'll reply to yours as soon as possible.

But Greece; I'm ignoring your post for a few reasons,
1) You have no forces located in Belgium
2) It was a total godmode
3) well it was just pretty darn unrealistic

Yeah I know it ws unrealistic that was the main point.

The forces arn't loyal to me. Remeber I had 3,000 troops sitting on the Belgium-Germany boarder. Some of them probly thought to stay in belgium after greece surrendered. Hell I would do it. The Italianss might hold grudges....

You did that damn blockade thing and that also screwed me...

[Germany]

KORTIJK, BELGIUM

Klaus usually kept to himself. Not shy, just felt smarter than the world and didn't want to socialise with his comrades. Besides, as his father told him; never make freinds in the military, or else you'll just end up loosing them. He stuck by his word.

It was no doubt that he was a little more afraid since the last terrorist attack in Charleroi; as was his comrades. He and the rest of the army in Belgium have been given orders to stay watchful 24/7. Any troop caught sleeping on the job would be punished accordinly.

He noticed that recently the Belgian civilians wern't to fond of the German Forces moving in. They just gave this "look" that scared him so. As they moved farther and farther from the German border, the civilians got less and less supportive. Yeah sure there were the majority that believed the constant propaganda being fed to them, but he knew that a little less than half of the nation are still loyal to the old Belgium government. He knew that the occupation of Belgium would get better as time goes by, but as long as he's sitting here, staring off into the destance, he hated the Belgian's guts. As did millions of Germans at home.

The young soldier began to sing under his breath;
"Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles,"

He began to sing louder

"uber alles in der Welt,
wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze,
brüderlich zusammenhalt!"

The other soldiers stoped talking and looked at the young soldier sitting in the corner with his cigarette hanging in his mouth. Then the soldier began to sign untill he was no longer wispering and using his full voice.

"Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
von der Etsch bis an den Belt"

Then another soldier joined in with him, half laughing.

"Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles,
uber alles in der Welt!"

Then the rest of the soldiers began to sing with their slurred speach, it was no doubt that they were drunk.

"Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang
sollen in der Welt behalten
ihren alten schonen Klang,
uns zu edler Tat begeistern
unser ganzes Leben lang!"

A car light could be seen shining on the side of the building next to them. The soldiers stoped singing besides one slow soldier

"Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang!

"Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
fur das deutsche Vaterland..."

He was cut off by one of his comrades telling his to be quiet.The young soldier turned around only to see a Lieutenant staring down at him.

"Soldiers, off guard?" Said the Lieutenant.

"You know what the concenquences are for this!" He then said.

Klaus rolled his eyes and thought "why wont someone just shoot him now!". But he regreded his intentions soon after thinking them. For at that moment he thought he was dreaming. For a crack of a gun could be heard then the Lieutenants head exploded before their eyes.

"SHIT! Sniper, 8 O'clock!" Yelled Private Benjamin.

The took cover accordanly. Behind the wall, Sargent Gunter was trying to yell out commands to his comrades that are scattered by now. Obviously the sniper was franticaly searching for his next target. That was a great shot, thought Klaus, even for a sharpshooter in the army that would have been a pretty ok shot. Then he realised that he must not be too far, because a simple milita member wouldn't be able to make that kind of a shot very far away.

Klaus was the expert sharpshooter of his platoon. He was known for taking down targets one shot at a time almost perfectly. He was one of the best in the 8th German Army. He never did waste any of his time socialising with his comrades, he always spent his spare time, reciting the lyrics to "Deutschland, Deustchland uber alles", and target practice. Looks like the countless hours of training will come into good use.

"Klaus! You think you can hit him? He's 8 o'clock, on the roof of that barn! He's breaking the horrizen, you see him?" Yelled out the Sarge.

"Yes sir, I'll be right on it." He said silently and sarcasticly.

Klaus could see him clearly, only about 200 feet away on top of a barn. "Bad idea" He thought. He took aim for only a couple of seconds and took his shot.
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OOC: Oh, because a lot of message boards (Invision free, proboards, ect.) are gay and dont allow european characters, I had to exclude them and just post the regular english characters with out the accent.

[Greece]

Do you think that wwhen the Northern Greeks heard about this that they might think they could do it too?