Alternate WWII

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Bodø, Norway, November 28th, 1948
SS-Unterscharführe Adolph Groß

Explosions emitting from the frozen soil around me, creaking and squealing of metal tracks, the hum of engines above, followed by a sudden boom of a tank firing next to me.
I ran into a crater across from the tank, surrounded by hedgehog anti-tank barricades, I took out my StG 44, and took aim at an armored car coming my way. I fired twelve shots into the wheels and plated window, causing it to veer into a barricade next to me, smashing the front, and sending the barricade into the tank, damaging the the Panzer II's thin cannon.
I bolted towards the door of the crashed car, pulling it open to two dead Canadian's. I fired two shots in to be sure.

I ran back to the crater, diving in for cover. A Tiger quickly drove past the crater I was in, knocking a hedgehog in with me, nearly crushing me. The Tiger stopped to fire shots into a building ahead of me, exploding the building into a mass of rubble and smoke.
I rushed behind the Tiger for cover, trying not to become a target for a gunner or sniper.
I peeked around the side of the Tiger, spotting a M4, but had a longer cannon on it. A massive plume emerged from the end, then a loud thud came from the Tiger.
I jumped back from the Tiger in time to escape the fireball emit from the hatch.

Everything became a blur, my ears rang, and I felt sick. I slowly pulled myself up from the mud, snow and rubble to see the M4 turn tail. I looked around to see... to see the wonder of German engineering; The Maus.
The Maus was flanked by two Tiger II's, both looked heavily modified, and the Maus looking similarly.
The Maus lurched forward slowly, treading over the thick, paste like mud and snow, followed by the Tiger II's, matching it's pace.
I looked back towards the town, knowing my mission, ran to it full speed.
I pulled out my personalized Mauser, custom built to never fail, and with a longer clip. I pushed into a brick wall of the building the Tiger shot earlier, and poked my gun around the corner, followed by me.
I crouched down, hiding behind waist high walls, and ruined furniture. I pushed through it, being passed by the Maus and Tigers.
I watched a soldier, Canadian, rush around a corner ahead of me, holding a recoilless rifle, and aimed it at one of the Tiger II's.
I rushed him, Mauser in hand, and pushed him down, me on top. I fired three shots, two missing, one in the chest. He rolled me off, then pulled a knife. He slammed it down on me, but I rolled, so he dug into dirt and snow. I fired two more shots, both hitting their targets. One in the head, one in the shoulder.
I checked myself, just to be sure I was okay. I came up clean. I continued up the road where the Maus and Tigers went.
I caught up with them in the middle of the town, holding positions, watching troops storm a two story building waving a Canadian flag from a window.