Seig Uber Alles

To the dogs we proudly hail the 'seig heil'. Swastika armbands round our arms, we hold them perpedicular to our shoulders while screaming the words "Deutscheland uber alles" as our line of march coincides with the dreams the Fuhrer. "One Europe" he says. And one Europe we shall make it become. With kar 98k's and mp-40's hung round our bodies we march our orchestrated march forward, covered by the rumbles of our tanks towards the enemy. Never stopping even for a moment. For we know that the enemy is here and he has come to destroy us and he has the capability to do so. Eisenhower, his chiefs of staff and his generals are no fool when it comes to war. Their GI's, terribly stubborn. Not an inch boys, not an inch. But as we inch closer towards the enemy, suddenly, our tanks no longer rumble. Our footsteps no longer in unison, our weapons refusing to fire. Where are we? What has happened?