Post by xaos on Sept 7, 2004 22:54:35 GMT -5
.../monty python.
The jungle heat was unbearable. Somewhere out there, the devils of Echo Company were attempting to deliver ammunition to a sensitive location behind our lines...of course, our operatives were doing the same thing...preemptive preparation for invasion is ever secretive...Luckily, intel was on our side, and we knew they were coming.
As the cobbled-together unit headed out of base camp, Bigmack assumed point, followed closely by Jacko and Snip. We headed down one of the overgrown trails, to a point we had identified as Echo's selected forward camp location. Encountering no resistance, the squad pressed on, intent on preventing the enemy from achieving their mission. Sure enough, some one hundred fifty meters from the location intel gave us, Bigmack heard muffled footsteps and hushed conversation. We quickly set up a battle plan, and moved into positions for ambush.
Surely enough, Echo troops rounded a corner in the path minutes later. Bigmack's G3 spat furious plastic doom, and the enemy fell like wheat before the scythe. Shouts erupted as the rest of the squad opened fire and Echo struggled to return fire and fall back. Snip spat out an order for four men to take the enemy's right flank and shut them down...the rest of us quickly moved to consolidate our firing positions and acquire better lanes of fire. I found myself behind an embankment, facing directly down the trail, looking at a pile of echo corpses laying amid dropped crates.
Soon enough, the enemy attempted to overrun our position again through sheer force of numbers. They underestimated our tenacity and the security of our position, however, and only succeeded in eliminating one of our men in exchange for several of theirs...again, they were forced to fall back...and then the flankers hit, leaving the enemy between a rock and a hard place. Twice more they attempted to push through...I watched Snip fall, and in defiance, I buried a half dozen of the bastards under withering fire from my M4. Our flanking element was down, as was our squad CO. Our SAW was dead in the water...luckily, the enemy didn't know just how much trouble we were in, and allowed us to hold them up another ten minutes.
"We've got to just run them over with sheer numbers!", I heard someone say further down the trail. Knowing exactly what was coming, I dug in for the inevitable attack. I was nearly out of ammunition, my pistol loosened in it's holster...I knew I'd need it. And then...they came, a never-ending stream, it seemed. My M4 spat doom, as did Bigmack's H&K...many fell. Finally, I was forced to duck back into cover to drag my Beretta out of it's holster...and then up again, the enemy closing quickly, twenty feet away...my pistol rattled in full-automatic fire mode, dropping Echo soldiers as fast as I could acquire targets. The slide locked back, and I felt an odd *whap* on my forehead...my last thought was a smile, knowing we'd made those bastards pay a heavy price to get through...and knowing we'd held them up just long enough to prevent them from achieving success.
The jungle heat was unbearable. Somewhere out there, the devils of Echo Company were attempting to deliver ammunition to a sensitive location behind our lines...of course, our operatives were doing the same thing...preemptive preparation for invasion is ever secretive...Luckily, intel was on our side, and we knew they were coming.
As the cobbled-together unit headed out of base camp, Bigmack assumed point, followed closely by Jacko and Snip. We headed down one of the overgrown trails, to a point we had identified as Echo's selected forward camp location. Encountering no resistance, the squad pressed on, intent on preventing the enemy from achieving their mission. Sure enough, some one hundred fifty meters from the location intel gave us, Bigmack heard muffled footsteps and hushed conversation. We quickly set up a battle plan, and moved into positions for ambush.
Surely enough, Echo troops rounded a corner in the path minutes later. Bigmack's G3 spat furious plastic doom, and the enemy fell like wheat before the scythe. Shouts erupted as the rest of the squad opened fire and Echo struggled to return fire and fall back. Snip spat out an order for four men to take the enemy's right flank and shut them down...the rest of us quickly moved to consolidate our firing positions and acquire better lanes of fire. I found myself behind an embankment, facing directly down the trail, looking at a pile of echo corpses laying amid dropped crates.
Soon enough, the enemy attempted to overrun our position again through sheer force of numbers. They underestimated our tenacity and the security of our position, however, and only succeeded in eliminating one of our men in exchange for several of theirs...again, they were forced to fall back...and then the flankers hit, leaving the enemy between a rock and a hard place. Twice more they attempted to push through...I watched Snip fall, and in defiance, I buried a half dozen of the bastards under withering fire from my M4. Our flanking element was down, as was our squad CO. Our SAW was dead in the water...luckily, the enemy didn't know just how much trouble we were in, and allowed us to hold them up another ten minutes.
"We've got to just run them over with sheer numbers!", I heard someone say further down the trail. Knowing exactly what was coming, I dug in for the inevitable attack. I was nearly out of ammunition, my pistol loosened in it's holster...I knew I'd need it. And then...they came, a never-ending stream, it seemed. My M4 spat doom, as did Bigmack's H&K...many fell. Finally, I was forced to duck back into cover to drag my Beretta out of it's holster...and then up again, the enemy closing quickly, twenty feet away...my pistol rattled in full-automatic fire mode, dropping Echo soldiers as fast as I could acquire targets. The slide locked back, and I felt an odd *whap* on my forehead...my last thought was a smile, knowing we'd made those bastards pay a heavy price to get through...and knowing we'd held them up just long enough to prevent them from achieving success.
