Code Geass FF chapter 11

Hi, my name is Hans Wilton. You can just call me Hans. I am a soldier. I am duty bound to the Great Britain.

I am currently at the frontlines of the war between the Allied and the Axis.

I don't know if anyone will ever get my memes here.

Everytime our squadron encounters enemy on patrols or we go to the direct frontlines I always say 'I'mma get the flammenwerfer sir!'.

Yeah, I know. It is stupid, and no one will really get it. But I jut can't help it! I even got the name Hans just so I got the speaking rights for this meme.

By the way, I am Alister Crowley if you still don't know. And I want my real name now to be AA.

I didn't know how the war started exactly, and I didn't bother knowing. That is stupid and bad, I know.

I know, because I was in fucking Poland on september 1, 1939! I was having a vacation when suddenly shit hits fucking pan!

There are loud explosions everywhere ourside the city and everyone is on a panic. The place became a shit show before it was taken by the nazi.

I fucking died a dozen times by being shot in the head and I also died a few times from explosions when I was trying to run away. Damn the nazis!

I fucking have to live as some kind of refugee or beggar for a few months before I got back to Great Britain.

Thankfully, I have some accounts inherited from my previous identities in the countries I passed by so I made my trip faster and only needed a few months before I came back.

Although I say accounts, in reality, it was just some hidden stashes in the property I bought on Prague, Czech country.

Remember that I gave most of my money to those girls I fucked, that I think I knocked some up is just another reason to do so.

I don't know what got into me suddenly that made me want to have some vacation in Poland.

If before, I am just disgusted with the nazis because of their belief which was the so called Arian race or something. Now, I hate the nazis for fucking interupting my vacation and killing me a few times, which was just a bit below fifty times.

After I got back, I joined the military as a Britanian soldier. The propaganda for war is full blown in the whole Britain. Military bonds should be coming soon and I will definitely buy some when the time comes.

The guns are more automated now. The grenades are still looking like baby rattles colored in black or gray.

At first, I wasn't put in the frontlines. I even needed to put a request to be dispatched in the frontlines in Germany.

Although the great britain declared war together with the other countries but the war has only been in full swing a few days back then so these countries are still abit on guard of each other that's why Britanian soldiers weren't dispatched in Germany immediately, this is only my guess though.

My speculations seems to be right because after a week or so, Germany requested for reinforcements. The reinforcements were done in batches even though it would have been more impactful if they just gang up on the nazi with full force.

I was not on the first batch. I was put on the fifth batch that was deployed. I fucking annoyed the hell out of the management by sending a request everday.

I don't know why they seem to be preventing me from going to the frontlines! Maybe it was because I look young. I shouldn't have shaved my facial hairs and I shouldn't have used a young identity, which was only 20 years old.

I wanted to try being a sniper but snipers aren't a thing in the early stages or the war.

There were some but not much. And also, I wanted to try going to front and showering the enemies with bullets using a machine gun like Rambo.

I wouldn't really die anyway.

But there was something I didn't take into consideration when I chose to go with this idea. What would I do if I died in front of my supposed comrades?

Although I can just used another Identity if we all died together, but what to do if some were able to survive?

And that's what happened.

You know what I did?

I killed everyone who had seen me get up from being a corpse.

My comrades took my supposed corpse when I died in an encounter to bury me back home in Britain. But, that is a huge mistake.

Because my secret can't be known. So, I killed everyone in an explosion when we are in a truck. I felt guilty. But, I have to do what I got to do.

As they say, It is what it is.

After that, I always made sure to die last or not run ahead of everyone. Because I don't want to go killing my comrades again.

I have laughed with them after all.

I fought with them.

We were almost like brothers after a few skirmishes we did.

I have to be the last one to die because even if I feel guilty and sad, I will still kill those who got to know that I am immortal.

Let's move on from those depressing stuff, come on.

There are many people named Hans in Germany in this time period.

I don't know why.

But I think it is good cause I can always tell them to get the Flammenwerfer.

hahaha!

Just remembering those times that I did, it makes me laugh, even though I am the only one who laughs.

As long as I had fun, it is good.

Radios just got discovered and invented. But the ground troops mostly used telegraphs. It was those big box backpacks that one of the soldiers in the squads have to carry. I tried being the one to carry one time and it was a hustle.

Anyway, I am going to try and join the royal air force of Britain with a new identity soon.

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