I've never GM'ed the trip home (seems the groups always broke up just before). But in the first campaign I got to play in I did make it out of Europe. It was just me, as my group kind of disintegrated because of moronic bickering and then my homicidal paranoia (characters' not mine, thank you).
We got the "word" a couple of days after the big battle in Warsaw. We were licking our wounds and trying to bring the 10th Sov/Civgov Converts over to a plan to take down Lublin (for what reason I can't remember, but the group was big on a Soviet "invasion"). Well we got the word, and the arguments started. Stay or go. We had 2 Germans, 2 Poles, 1Brit, 1 Canadian, 5 US, 1 Russian. Lots different reasons for staying, a helluva lot more for going. Everyone knew (assumed) Germany was just as screwed as Poland, and we'd gotten word of the Soviet push into eastern Germany. The GM wanted to really play this so....Ta da!...the train fellas show up and that sold the group. So we start getting on the rail, and after a couple of minor encounters with locals we run into a busted line area that we have to repair and nearly get schwacked by a large body of the 89th Sov Cav. We fight them off (barely) while some NPC's repaired the rail and high tail it out (tails safely tucked between the nethers). Arguments commence on the safety of staying on the rail line, two guys (1US/1Ger) draw on the CO. They want off the train. I shoot both (won the initiative and the other guy missed HUGE!). Everyone else just looks stunned while I stripped the bodies of useful stuff. The fella playing the CO thanked me for saving him, told him I didn't shoot for him, figured those two couldn't shoot for crap and would probably hit me or someone useful, like the Doc or the mechanic. (Background:the GM had been telling me my paranoia was getting worse and worse, so I played it out the best I knew; Any and all threats taken down quick like). This would play out as the doom of the group. They became more afraid of me, I became more suspect of them, until the self fulfilling prophecy came to pass during a firefight on the Pole/German border crossing with an unknown Soviet unit.
I ditched the area soon after, and crossed on foot. Missed the boat because I was stealth freak (takes a long time to sneak through a whole country), avoiding everyone possible, and when not possible, became that "shoot first,second, and third, bayonet you to make sure you're dead, and then ask questions/forgiveness later" US Soldiers. Once I found out I'd missed the ships (didn't have calendar) I about lost it. Turned down the German/US (stay behind) offers to join them in Bremerhaven , picked up rumors about the French occupation of the Rhine area and said screw it, why not!? Moved through Belgium (managed not to kill to many, but took alot folks hostage on temporary basis), made to the Normandy area coast, bartered off a bunch of stuff I took of some French troopers who didn't need it any more, including the pain in the ass APC I found them with (damn thing kept breaking down on me, I very much regretted killing our mechanic at that point/can't remember the nomenclature for the APC). I made it to England, found it was as screwed up (if not worse) than Europe main. Worked for the Brits on counter marauder ops for about three months, and then the USS Constitution shows up, and yep you guessed I jumped on board (The GM was tired of just me playing and the rest of the group wanted back in so....) we sail for the East Coast with a stop in Caribbean. After a sunny vacation in Grenada we picked up our own boat and decided to head for Texas (3 players were from Texas, and my character was from Arkansas). We arrive in Texas, and BAM!!!!.....Texas ain't America anymore. Oi! But that's a story for a different......
Hope this helped partner, and good luck.
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