Part 95, Chapter 1504
Chapter One Thousand Five Hundred Four
23rd August 1962
Yellow Sea off Andong, Yalu River
“You are a Coxswain, go do your job and enjoy your first command.” That was how Captain Hase had termed it.
All Louis could think about was the danger involved when he had been put in charge of not one, but three, of the Borkum Class Landing Craft. All of which were crewed by men far older than he was. They had told him to mind Landungsboot-932, the Landing Craft that Louis had been assigned to and to keep out of their way.
Compared to the 10-meter launch that Louis was used to, LB-932 was a great wallowing tub that was excruciatingly slow. The LC was an improved version of the LCs that had resulted when the Kaiserliche Marine had reverse engineered the Japanese Daihatsu Class of the Second World War. Better, more protected, accommodation for the crew had been seen as a must when the Navy had started operating them on the North Sea and the two 20mm Dual-purpose cannons and MG42/48 machine guns as armament were far and away superior to what they had replaced. In an ironic twist, LB-932 had been manufactured by Mitsubishi for use by the Marine Infantry in the Far East and the Pacific. Today, that came in the form of the Platoon of Marine Infantry and all of their gear that were aboard and they were not happy to be out in the rough seas in the LC and were keeping as low as they could manage as water slopped in. The water became calmer once they were on the river, but that didn’t mean a whole lot as the splashes from artillery started landing among the LCs.
Aircraft from the SMS Voss and SMS Wolff were orbiting overhead. They were keeping their distance because over the prior minutes the battle line of the KM had turned its guns on the shore and 42cm and 15cm shells were crashing into the port city a few kilometers up the Yalu River that was the destination of the Landing Craft.
That didn’t seem to be doing a whole lot about the river defenses. They opened up as soon as the LCs were within range. Louis could hear the sound of shrapnel hitting the armored cockpit that he was sitting in and the sound of the cannons and machine guns opening up. There wasn’t a whole lot of what passed for a beach here, mostly mudflats on either side of the river. That was why these landings were going to be unique.
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Sitting in an open-topped Landing Craft with shells exploding around it and their own side shooting over their heads was not Karl’s idea of fun. Especially because the water that was being kicked up smelled like dead fish and shit, in all likelihood it was because that was exactly what it was. Every city and village up the Yalu dumping their waste into the river and all of it passed through here.
After a couple weeks of rest and refit, the 3rd MID had been told that they were going to go do what they did best. Then when they had reached the embarkation point in Incheon, they had found that the 1st and 2nd Marine Infantry Divisions were there along with the Heer’s 13th Army Corps that had been shipped up from Taiwan. In recognition of his command of the 3rd MID, Uncle Tilo had been awarded a gold wreath device for his PLM and Promoted again so that he could take command of this circus. The plan was simple enough. Capture Andong and the bridge that crossed it there intact if they could. The three Marine Divisions were to kick the door open and 13th was to follow to exploit the opening. The Chinese had expended considerable resources defending the bridge and the General in charge of the 2nd Army Corps intended to use it to advance into Manchuria as repayment for their efforts.
Before, they had left Inchon, Reier had advised Karl to stick with his best mates. Whoever they were. That came in the form of Niko, but still this was the first time he had been going into a situation like this without Erik. He could imagine how his cousin would have handled this, making smartass comments and making everyone laugh except those who wanted to kick the shit out of him.
The gunfire from the Battleships shifted and there was a large splash as a shell fell short and landed a couple hundred meters from the LC, which doused everyone inside with water. In the long minute that followed the sound of the shells landing and the air ahead was filled with a wild assortment of brightly colored pyrotechnic smoke. A concrete bank loomed out of the smoke and the LC turned as it impacted against it. When Karl had first heard this plan, he had not liked the sounds of it because it was not exactly something that could be rehearsed and the term “fish in a barrel” had been thrown around a lot. The other men started climbing up the bank and predictably the first one to reach the top was immediately hit and fell back into the LC. As Karl reached the top, he kept expecting a bullet to come flying out of the smoke and hit him even as he reached the walls of a ruined building a dozen or so meters from the bank.
Looking around, he realized that he had no clue as to where in Andong he was. Niko had followed him, assuming that Karl knew where he was going. In the following minutes, the others made their way over the bank and after a spell Karl heard the sound of the LC pulling away from the bank.
“Where are the Chinese?” Niko asked. It was something that had not occurred to Karl yet. There was simply no way that they would leave a place like this undefended.
“Do you think that you’re going to like the answer to that question?” Karl asked in reply which shut Niko up. The mazelike streets of the Chinese city made that answer clear enough. They were going to have to dig them out and that was going to make for a very long, rotten day.
23rd August 1962
Yellow Sea off Andong, Yalu River
“You are a Coxswain, go do your job and enjoy your first command.” That was how Captain Hase had termed it.
All Louis could think about was the danger involved when he had been put in charge of not one, but three, of the Borkum Class Landing Craft. All of which were crewed by men far older than he was. They had told him to mind Landungsboot-932, the Landing Craft that Louis had been assigned to and to keep out of their way.
Compared to the 10-meter launch that Louis was used to, LB-932 was a great wallowing tub that was excruciatingly slow. The LC was an improved version of the LCs that had resulted when the Kaiserliche Marine had reverse engineered the Japanese Daihatsu Class of the Second World War. Better, more protected, accommodation for the crew had been seen as a must when the Navy had started operating them on the North Sea and the two 20mm Dual-purpose cannons and MG42/48 machine guns as armament were far and away superior to what they had replaced. In an ironic twist, LB-932 had been manufactured by Mitsubishi for use by the Marine Infantry in the Far East and the Pacific. Today, that came in the form of the Platoon of Marine Infantry and all of their gear that were aboard and they were not happy to be out in the rough seas in the LC and were keeping as low as they could manage as water slopped in. The water became calmer once they were on the river, but that didn’t mean a whole lot as the splashes from artillery started landing among the LCs.
Aircraft from the SMS Voss and SMS Wolff were orbiting overhead. They were keeping their distance because over the prior minutes the battle line of the KM had turned its guns on the shore and 42cm and 15cm shells were crashing into the port city a few kilometers up the Yalu River that was the destination of the Landing Craft.
That didn’t seem to be doing a whole lot about the river defenses. They opened up as soon as the LCs were within range. Louis could hear the sound of shrapnel hitting the armored cockpit that he was sitting in and the sound of the cannons and machine guns opening up. There wasn’t a whole lot of what passed for a beach here, mostly mudflats on either side of the river. That was why these landings were going to be unique.
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Sitting in an open-topped Landing Craft with shells exploding around it and their own side shooting over their heads was not Karl’s idea of fun. Especially because the water that was being kicked up smelled like dead fish and shit, in all likelihood it was because that was exactly what it was. Every city and village up the Yalu dumping their waste into the river and all of it passed through here.
After a couple weeks of rest and refit, the 3rd MID had been told that they were going to go do what they did best. Then when they had reached the embarkation point in Incheon, they had found that the 1st and 2nd Marine Infantry Divisions were there along with the Heer’s 13th Army Corps that had been shipped up from Taiwan. In recognition of his command of the 3rd MID, Uncle Tilo had been awarded a gold wreath device for his PLM and Promoted again so that he could take command of this circus. The plan was simple enough. Capture Andong and the bridge that crossed it there intact if they could. The three Marine Divisions were to kick the door open and 13th was to follow to exploit the opening. The Chinese had expended considerable resources defending the bridge and the General in charge of the 2nd Army Corps intended to use it to advance into Manchuria as repayment for their efforts.
Before, they had left Inchon, Reier had advised Karl to stick with his best mates. Whoever they were. That came in the form of Niko, but still this was the first time he had been going into a situation like this without Erik. He could imagine how his cousin would have handled this, making smartass comments and making everyone laugh except those who wanted to kick the shit out of him.
The gunfire from the Battleships shifted and there was a large splash as a shell fell short and landed a couple hundred meters from the LC, which doused everyone inside with water. In the long minute that followed the sound of the shells landing and the air ahead was filled with a wild assortment of brightly colored pyrotechnic smoke. A concrete bank loomed out of the smoke and the LC turned as it impacted against it. When Karl had first heard this plan, he had not liked the sounds of it because it was not exactly something that could be rehearsed and the term “fish in a barrel” had been thrown around a lot. The other men started climbing up the bank and predictably the first one to reach the top was immediately hit and fell back into the LC. As Karl reached the top, he kept expecting a bullet to come flying out of the smoke and hit him even as he reached the walls of a ruined building a dozen or so meters from the bank.
Looking around, he realized that he had no clue as to where in Andong he was. Niko had followed him, assuming that Karl knew where he was going. In the following minutes, the others made their way over the bank and after a spell Karl heard the sound of the LC pulling away from the bank.
“Where are the Chinese?” Niko asked. It was something that had not occurred to Karl yet. There was simply no way that they would leave a place like this undefended.
“Do you think that you’re going to like the answer to that question?” Karl asked in reply which shut Niko up. The mazelike streets of the Chinese city made that answer clear enough. They were going to have to dig them out and that was going to make for a very long, rotten day.
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