Post by CarNic on Jun 20, 2004 15:50:16 GMT -5
I don't know about valor, but here it is: (Sorry, it's reeeeally long)
My First Time…
It was last year during the summer. I had just bought my new M4 and a P229 springer (junk). My friend from Chicago said that there was a game out by his place and there would be some people, nothing big. Rock, my first game.
After about 6 ½ hours of driving, I arrived in Lisle, IL. (In my friend’s Audi S6, nice!). I also brought an MP5SD5, as a backup of course. So obviously we f’d around doing CQB in his apartment all night, and really screwed up the blinds (are they supposed to look like swiss cheese?).
The next morning we hit the road for an hour drive to the ‘field’. We arrived a little early, which actually is right on time. My face was glued to the window checking out everyone’s threads and weapons. “Wow, that dude’s got an M249! Look at that thing Fred!” I then sat back in the seat, realizing that I was probably about to get my ass handed to me all night.
We unloaded the car, and parked it off-site. Oops, time to switch my orange tip on my M4! Crap, it won’t come off. Oh well, nothing a little electrical tape can’t fix, right? (Still won’t come off to this day) Time to chrono the gun. Now, if you’ve ever had an m4 outta the box chrono’d, you know it’s kinda weak. Mine did particularly good at 275fps I thought. Negative. Watching others guns chrono, I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I’m gonna get smoked.
Then, it was go time. Teams were split up, and we were off to the races. I couldn’t tell if I was on the good or bad team, so I made it a point to remember names and the passphrase. It was kinda interesting that we had to build our own base, but no worries. Nothing like working with gun at side! Finally, with our HQ setup, we divided into three teams of three, and a commander (Go Corncobb!). I obviously stuck with my buddy because I’m a pansy and don’t know anyone else, and a younger kid was in our team. We became Bravo team.
“Bravo Team, advance forward to the WW2 bunker and hold!” command barked over the radio. Now halfway into the playing map, we held at the bunker. Suddenly, Charlie team called shots fired over the radio. “Bravo Team, send two of your guys up the train tracks to help out Charlie, and leave one of your guys at the bunker” command called out (or something to that effect). And with that, I was alone. Never having been shot by someone I couldn’t see, I was a little anxious. “Bravo One, Tango down!” called out Fred over the 2-way. Go Fred I thought to myself.
Soon after the first battle on the train tracks, my team returned. Just in time. Opposing force was moving up fast. “Did you hear that?” I asked. Rat-tat-tat! Rang out from the other side of the forest. “I see one!” I whispered, and slowly brought my barrel up. Then, I saw a head move and opened up. I missed him, but you could tell he wasn’t ready for that. Then my friend spotted one and opened up. I had to remind him to release the trigger, though. “This isn’t Counter-Strike, man!” I reminded him. Soon, Coffeeman pulled up next to me behind a tree. Being all cool, I pointed my fingers at my eyes, then pointed out where the bad guy was last seen. Coffeeman nodded in approval. A minute later, he spotted someone and started to engage, when suddenly his gun jammed. Wasting no time, he slung it over his back and busted out the trusty old Glock 19 gas pistol. Damn, I need one of those I thought. After a while, it appeared that we pushed them back. Then I poked my head around a tree and got a bb right in the goggles! “Out!” I yelled for all to hear. Suddenly Fred slapped me in the back. “Healed, bitch!” “Haha, oh yea, I forgot you’re a medic!” I said. And with that we pushed ahead…until we hit a swamp.
“Can we get around it if we went to the North?” I asked a teammate. “Not unless you want to cut through someone’s golf game!” Haha, sure enough I looked through the trees to see golf carts and plaid pants. I bet six guys with real-looking guns would pause any game! Well, we got around the swamp taking random fire the whole time. But as soon as we got close the opponent’s HQ, somebody pitched out a smoke grenade and started burst-firing in our direction. After realizing we probably pushed back as far as we could, my team backed out.
Double-timing it back to our own HQ, a ceasefire was called by the other team for dictators to meet in the field to talk about trading fuel for ammo (I still don’t understand the scenario to this day). Bravo team was put on special security assignment, and we sat in the bushes just outside of the field to lay down some fire incase something didn’t go right. Looking across the field, I saw that the op force had a security team of their own setup. Then, commander called me out to the field. “Load up your mags, Carp.” I saluted and did as ordered. I then saluted again and ran back to the brush. After the team was loaded up with ammo, the dictators backed away from each other and away to our HQs. Then we took lunch. I didn’t know they had Taco Bell in the DMZ! Then, night fell.
At dusk, Bravo team advanced again, this time straight toward the Op force’s HQ. We arrived at it with no problems. Then something went wrong, I can’t remember exactly what. But I do remember my friend saying “Pull back!”, and about five or six seconds later a barrel popped over the HQ’s wall and blasted a burst of bbs in my direction, one of them hitting me right in the lip! Recoiling from the pain, I pulled back and managed to get the word “hit” out. Once we hit the main trail, I realized that my medic was now no where to be found. I felt my lip. Hmm, a bulbous on my face, that’s nice. I looked at my finger. Sweet, I’m bleeding. Haha, my first airsoft injury. After about 5 minutes I totally forgot about the injury and proceeded to the re-spawn point about a quarter-mile away from the playing field.
Soon I was back in the game. I regrouped with my team and we headed for the North-end trail (I think it was North). Slowly proceeding down the trail, we all spotted a flashlight coming our way from the respawn. “Crap, dig in!” Fred whispered. Fred and the other kid fell left into some brush and I went right. Bad Idea! I couldn’t dig in at all, it was like all hedgerows and vines on my side. So there I lay in the middle of the trail, flash light getting closer every second. Finally, when I felt the light was too close for comfort, I jumped up with my barrel pointed forward and yelled “Freeze, don’t move! Get down! Get Down!!” Bravo 1 and 3 jumped out onto the trail behind me and helped to pin down the enemy. Removing the flashlight, I shined it on the bad dude’s face to find that we just captured the op force’s commander! He didn’t have a rifle, so we had him stand up. “Lets take him has prisoner?” I asked. Both team members agreed. “You take him back to HQ and hold him for 15 minutes and we’ll go complete a mission” Fred suggested.
I began to take the commander back to our HQ. “Why don’t you go first, since you know where we’re going. I won’t take off, promise. I’ll just hold onto your drag handle” the prisoner said. Duhh, OK! That worked for about 30 seconds, until I felt a .357 magnum gas pistol stick into my back. Oh f*** I thought to myself. “Give me your guns,” the commander ordered. Slowly I complied, remembering what his pistol chrono’d at before game start. “Don’t worry, no one has ever taken me prisoner yet” he said. I followed him back to his HQ, wishing I had an extra pistol the whole time. Upon arrival, they removed my radio and my paperwork. “Since you were going to hold me for 15 minutes in stead of the normal ½ hour, I’ll just hold you for 15 minutes.” Wow, nice guy.
“What’s your commander’s name?” he asked. “I can’t remember” I said. “Oh, going to be difficult, eh?” he asked. “I don’t know” I replied. Then he laughed, “Just kidding, I’m not going to interrogate you.” I started looking around the HQ, and caught a glimpse of what looked to be a MG42 machine gun. Sure enough, they loaded it up with bb’s and set it up looking out toward the field, with a car light hooked up to a car battery. Getting involved with the task, the commanded shifted his attention away from me. Suddenly, he looked back. “You’ve seen too much.” Blackout. Never thought my facemask could be used against me! After a little while, I was released and ordered to proceed directly back to my HQ to inform them I was just released from POW. How embarrassing!
Almost back to my HQ, I got challenged from someone hiding in the woods. Crap, what was it!? Oh yea! “Mountain Man!” I whispered heavily. “Damn, I almost laid into you man” my teammate said. Well, throughout the rest of the night, my team got pinned down, but Bravo team pulled out and actually completed some missions. One of our missions was to light twigs in a barrel to indicate that we had torched an oil well. Every time Fred went to light a match, op force fire came at him from about four different directions. “Plink, plink, plink!” was the noise of bb’s hitting the metal drum. Finally, we completed that mission and moved on.
Then, Fred and I decided we were going to flank around the train tracks back toward our HQ to smoke some of the Op force guys who where laying down. Well, we both ended up getting taken out at the knees. After that, we called it quits and had some MREs. Yumm!
Feeling pretty wrecked, I hopped into the car and pretty much passed out until the morning. Then we packed up, headed back to Fred’s place, and I fell asleep again once we got there. Wow, that rocked. I can’t wait for my next airsoft game! (Oh, by the way…I found this out around the campfire during one of our ceasefires: don’t let your teammates throw glowsticks into the fire…unless you plan on glowing for the rest of the night from splatter of it blowing up!)
Thanks for listening to my story! -Car
My First Time…
It was last year during the summer. I had just bought my new M4 and a P229 springer (junk). My friend from Chicago said that there was a game out by his place and there would be some people, nothing big. Rock, my first game.
After about 6 ½ hours of driving, I arrived in Lisle, IL. (In my friend’s Audi S6, nice!). I also brought an MP5SD5, as a backup of course. So obviously we f’d around doing CQB in his apartment all night, and really screwed up the blinds (are they supposed to look like swiss cheese?).
The next morning we hit the road for an hour drive to the ‘field’. We arrived a little early, which actually is right on time. My face was glued to the window checking out everyone’s threads and weapons. “Wow, that dude’s got an M249! Look at that thing Fred!” I then sat back in the seat, realizing that I was probably about to get my ass handed to me all night.
We unloaded the car, and parked it off-site. Oops, time to switch my orange tip on my M4! Crap, it won’t come off. Oh well, nothing a little electrical tape can’t fix, right? (Still won’t come off to this day) Time to chrono the gun. Now, if you’ve ever had an m4 outta the box chrono’d, you know it’s kinda weak. Mine did particularly good at 275fps I thought. Negative. Watching others guns chrono, I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I’m gonna get smoked.
Then, it was go time. Teams were split up, and we were off to the races. I couldn’t tell if I was on the good or bad team, so I made it a point to remember names and the passphrase. It was kinda interesting that we had to build our own base, but no worries. Nothing like working with gun at side! Finally, with our HQ setup, we divided into three teams of three, and a commander (Go Corncobb!). I obviously stuck with my buddy because I’m a pansy and don’t know anyone else, and a younger kid was in our team. We became Bravo team.
“Bravo Team, advance forward to the WW2 bunker and hold!” command barked over the radio. Now halfway into the playing map, we held at the bunker. Suddenly, Charlie team called shots fired over the radio. “Bravo Team, send two of your guys up the train tracks to help out Charlie, and leave one of your guys at the bunker” command called out (or something to that effect). And with that, I was alone. Never having been shot by someone I couldn’t see, I was a little anxious. “Bravo One, Tango down!” called out Fred over the 2-way. Go Fred I thought to myself.
Soon after the first battle on the train tracks, my team returned. Just in time. Opposing force was moving up fast. “Did you hear that?” I asked. Rat-tat-tat! Rang out from the other side of the forest. “I see one!” I whispered, and slowly brought my barrel up. Then, I saw a head move and opened up. I missed him, but you could tell he wasn’t ready for that. Then my friend spotted one and opened up. I had to remind him to release the trigger, though. “This isn’t Counter-Strike, man!” I reminded him. Soon, Coffeeman pulled up next to me behind a tree. Being all cool, I pointed my fingers at my eyes, then pointed out where the bad guy was last seen. Coffeeman nodded in approval. A minute later, he spotted someone and started to engage, when suddenly his gun jammed. Wasting no time, he slung it over his back and busted out the trusty old Glock 19 gas pistol. Damn, I need one of those I thought. After a while, it appeared that we pushed them back. Then I poked my head around a tree and got a bb right in the goggles! “Out!” I yelled for all to hear. Suddenly Fred slapped me in the back. “Healed, bitch!” “Haha, oh yea, I forgot you’re a medic!” I said. And with that we pushed ahead…until we hit a swamp.
“Can we get around it if we went to the North?” I asked a teammate. “Not unless you want to cut through someone’s golf game!” Haha, sure enough I looked through the trees to see golf carts and plaid pants. I bet six guys with real-looking guns would pause any game! Well, we got around the swamp taking random fire the whole time. But as soon as we got close the opponent’s HQ, somebody pitched out a smoke grenade and started burst-firing in our direction. After realizing we probably pushed back as far as we could, my team backed out.
Double-timing it back to our own HQ, a ceasefire was called by the other team for dictators to meet in the field to talk about trading fuel for ammo (I still don’t understand the scenario to this day). Bravo team was put on special security assignment, and we sat in the bushes just outside of the field to lay down some fire incase something didn’t go right. Looking across the field, I saw that the op force had a security team of their own setup. Then, commander called me out to the field. “Load up your mags, Carp.” I saluted and did as ordered. I then saluted again and ran back to the brush. After the team was loaded up with ammo, the dictators backed away from each other and away to our HQs. Then we took lunch. I didn’t know they had Taco Bell in the DMZ! Then, night fell.
At dusk, Bravo team advanced again, this time straight toward the Op force’s HQ. We arrived at it with no problems. Then something went wrong, I can’t remember exactly what. But I do remember my friend saying “Pull back!”, and about five or six seconds later a barrel popped over the HQ’s wall and blasted a burst of bbs in my direction, one of them hitting me right in the lip! Recoiling from the pain, I pulled back and managed to get the word “hit” out. Once we hit the main trail, I realized that my medic was now no where to be found. I felt my lip. Hmm, a bulbous on my face, that’s nice. I looked at my finger. Sweet, I’m bleeding. Haha, my first airsoft injury. After about 5 minutes I totally forgot about the injury and proceeded to the re-spawn point about a quarter-mile away from the playing field.
Soon I was back in the game. I regrouped with my team and we headed for the North-end trail (I think it was North). Slowly proceeding down the trail, we all spotted a flashlight coming our way from the respawn. “Crap, dig in!” Fred whispered. Fred and the other kid fell left into some brush and I went right. Bad Idea! I couldn’t dig in at all, it was like all hedgerows and vines on my side. So there I lay in the middle of the trail, flash light getting closer every second. Finally, when I felt the light was too close for comfort, I jumped up with my barrel pointed forward and yelled “Freeze, don’t move! Get down! Get Down!!” Bravo 1 and 3 jumped out onto the trail behind me and helped to pin down the enemy. Removing the flashlight, I shined it on the bad dude’s face to find that we just captured the op force’s commander! He didn’t have a rifle, so we had him stand up. “Lets take him has prisoner?” I asked. Both team members agreed. “You take him back to HQ and hold him for 15 minutes and we’ll go complete a mission” Fred suggested.
I began to take the commander back to our HQ. “Why don’t you go first, since you know where we’re going. I won’t take off, promise. I’ll just hold onto your drag handle” the prisoner said. Duhh, OK! That worked for about 30 seconds, until I felt a .357 magnum gas pistol stick into my back. Oh f*** I thought to myself. “Give me your guns,” the commander ordered. Slowly I complied, remembering what his pistol chrono’d at before game start. “Don’t worry, no one has ever taken me prisoner yet” he said. I followed him back to his HQ, wishing I had an extra pistol the whole time. Upon arrival, they removed my radio and my paperwork. “Since you were going to hold me for 15 minutes in stead of the normal ½ hour, I’ll just hold you for 15 minutes.” Wow, nice guy.
“What’s your commander’s name?” he asked. “I can’t remember” I said. “Oh, going to be difficult, eh?” he asked. “I don’t know” I replied. Then he laughed, “Just kidding, I’m not going to interrogate you.” I started looking around the HQ, and caught a glimpse of what looked to be a MG42 machine gun. Sure enough, they loaded it up with bb’s and set it up looking out toward the field, with a car light hooked up to a car battery. Getting involved with the task, the commanded shifted his attention away from me. Suddenly, he looked back. “You’ve seen too much.” Blackout. Never thought my facemask could be used against me! After a little while, I was released and ordered to proceed directly back to my HQ to inform them I was just released from POW. How embarrassing!
Almost back to my HQ, I got challenged from someone hiding in the woods. Crap, what was it!? Oh yea! “Mountain Man!” I whispered heavily. “Damn, I almost laid into you man” my teammate said. Well, throughout the rest of the night, my team got pinned down, but Bravo team pulled out and actually completed some missions. One of our missions was to light twigs in a barrel to indicate that we had torched an oil well. Every time Fred went to light a match, op force fire came at him from about four different directions. “Plink, plink, plink!” was the noise of bb’s hitting the metal drum. Finally, we completed that mission and moved on.
Then, Fred and I decided we were going to flank around the train tracks back toward our HQ to smoke some of the Op force guys who where laying down. Well, we both ended up getting taken out at the knees. After that, we called it quits and had some MREs. Yumm!
Feeling pretty wrecked, I hopped into the car and pretty much passed out until the morning. Then we packed up, headed back to Fred’s place, and I fell asleep again once we got there. Wow, that rocked. I can’t wait for my next airsoft game! (Oh, by the way…I found this out around the campfire during one of our ceasefires: don’t let your teammates throw glowsticks into the fire…unless you plan on glowing for the rest of the night from splatter of it blowing up!)
Thanks for listening to my story! -Car