1)Training and celebration(starting)

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My family like many others in Nazi had to give up their child for the propaganda training, and I am like every other ordinary solider that enlisted in the army, I am Erika, Erika Häberdoff, a daughter of a pure german family. When I first reached boot camp, everything was tough and strict, they had constantly drilled us with basic training and more propaganda. many stayed in the "Infantry" unit, mainly the "panzergrenadier" and some became a S.S. solider.

but since a young age I have seemed thrill and adventure.

My father and grandfather were both engineers before the great war, engineers was a mighty name, but truth be told they are just another man working in a Porsche Car assembly line . I was amazed by the speed that the cars could run and when I heard about armoured cars out of the production line I simply jumped at the thought of a weapon capable of moving at high speeds and crushing the opposing forces, my mother was not happy as I was no ordinary girl, I chose mud and blood over flowers and dresses.

So when I heard that they were enlisting people for the Panzer Divisions I was the first to volunteer, they were not thrilled to see a girl , but they still let me in due to my great achievements through basic training. Not long after they asked us to pack up and we were sent off to Training, the last I saw my mom was when she kicked me out of the house at the news of I am pursuing the same path my father and grand father had took.

"IT WON'T DO YOU ANY GOOD YOU HEAR ME, YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE AND MARRY A S.S. OFFICER!" My mom cried out as I grabbed my baggage and headed off to the trucks.

By the time we arrived I was barely awake but I managed to socialize with some of the people in the truck, Vicktoria, Katarina , Pia and Iris gave me the best impressions .each with individual traits but all are friendly. I would say that I was starting to miss home, but my determination gave me strength to hold my head high.

When we reached , everyone on board was rushed off the truck and were tasked to unpack under 10 minutes. As soon as that was accomplished , we were all brought into 2 rooms where one held most of us while the other had 3 Officers interviewing every individual Cadet. My memories from here weren't clear but I remembered one of the officers asking me how I would rally up my comrades even if morale was low, I remembered one of the lines my grand father used to tell me in his stories...

"I would stand on a high slope , making sure I would stay alive but making myself audible and yell out, 'THE FATHERLANDS HAS NOT GIVEN UP ON US, SO WE SHALL NOT GIVE UP ON IT, WE UAVE COMED ALL THIS WAY, WHY NOT SEND THESE F***KERS BACK TO HELL, in the Glorious name of the third Reich, in the Glorious name of Hitler... ATTACK!"

There was silence in the room, the officers looked at me again and adjusted his glasses, before writing something down.

About after one Hour of waiting, the officers have announced our positioning, I would be a... wait what A COMMANDER! OF A

Panzerkampfwagen  IV PzKpfw IV ! I wanted to join the armoured Corp but not on such a special tank, and definitely not commanding one.

Well at least I'm being accompanied by my few fellow privates which I just knew on the truck. I had no high hopes but I knew we wouldn't be the worst crew, at least we knew each other.

The next few day zoomed past like a flash, it was mainly briefing and basic training on how to increase our survivability on our tanks, like putting out fire and swapping armour, we also learnt tactics and how to calculate out shots to unsure higher chance of penetration.

But one day, dawn rather, our drill sergeants stepped into the barracks we were sleeping in and demanded we stand at attention outside, the moment we left, there were rows and rows of Panzers of different variations in different index numbers, our drill Seargent gave us a dog tag with our tank's full name, serial number and each and everyone of our crews name. a sense of pride overwhelmed me upon reading it. We were then tasked to step into our tanks and give it a test drive, we had an obstacle course we had to pass by the end of today, and also be able to hit targets at ranging range. There was no mock battle so every battle skill we learnt were all theories to us.

After months and months of tiring training, we finally completed our course and was ready to be deployed, we later received news we were going to be part of the Invasion of Poland , our first time engaging the enemy. But for now , we had a party to celebrate our graduation, from the party we also knew more people, but things are about to get messy as more people got drunk, real real messy...

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