Post by BlackOps on Sept 20, 2004 18:53:12 GMT -5
Don't know if this is really a tale of valor, but it is a war story so...
The night was dark and cool, but inside my BDU I was comfortable. We were having a war with the neighbor kids, 3 on 3 with springers. My cousin, Guy, was dressed in hunting camo, and my other cousin, Sammie, was dressed in pure black. I was armed with a Sig 550, a P99, and an EBB (I know, they suck... whatever). Guy had a Sig as well, a P99 and an F-10 pistol. Sammie was armed with twin P99's.
Without formulating a plan we began our assault. Moving quickly and quietly we creeped to the edge of the field and moved into the cover of the dense spruce trees. Seeing as how I was in the lead, I called for a halt and, moving slowly, crawled forward until I could see my enemies. Dodging the beams of the light that were thrown from a halogen light, I rolled into a shadow cast by a tall pine. Drawing my EBB, I motioned for my team to follow.
After everyone was in place, we laid there for what must have been 10 minutes waiting for the moment to attack. It came when the opposition, happy with their plan, split up and moved towards our base. After they had passed us, we slowly crept up behind a shed nearby and, on my order, began to pour fire at the enemy troops.
One was down instantly, but the other two spun behind trees and began to return fire. Quickly I ran the 10 feet to another tree and began to reload my EBB, using the P99 to cover myself. All of a sudden Guy, for reasons I to this day don't understand, stands out in the open and empties the entire cilp into a tree, and then proceeded to get cut down by a pump-action shotgun. Sammie was carefully taking shots from her position back in the trees, but I myself had little room to maneuver and less protection. Calling for cover fire, I took a few steps back towards the trees and then, seeing the incredible amount of bullets whizzing by, stepped back.
I looked at where Sammie had been, but she was no longer there. Realizing what she was doing (circling around from the back while all eyes were on me), I decided that, for the team, I would do my best to distract the enemy. Since I knew where to look, I spotted Sammie as soon as she emerged from the spruces. When she looked as though she was preparing to fire I checked my EBB's ammo level and quickly sidestepped into the open, taking what shots I had. I had made it no more than five feet when I felt a bullet slam into my leg, and soon another in my torso. Yelling the word hit as loud as possible, I fell next to my already dead cousin. On my way down, however, I was able to see Sammie lighting up both trees. We won that battle that night out in the country, but the war is far from over.
Please note: Those of you who feel that actions like that disgrace the sport of airsoft, I rarely act like that and only did so for the benefit of the team. I feel I am a responsible player and I take the game very seriously.
Anyway, like I said, not exactly a tale of valor, but a war story nonetheless.
The night was dark and cool, but inside my BDU I was comfortable. We were having a war with the neighbor kids, 3 on 3 with springers. My cousin, Guy, was dressed in hunting camo, and my other cousin, Sammie, was dressed in pure black. I was armed with a Sig 550, a P99, and an EBB (I know, they suck... whatever). Guy had a Sig as well, a P99 and an F-10 pistol. Sammie was armed with twin P99's.
Without formulating a plan we began our assault. Moving quickly and quietly we creeped to the edge of the field and moved into the cover of the dense spruce trees. Seeing as how I was in the lead, I called for a halt and, moving slowly, crawled forward until I could see my enemies. Dodging the beams of the light that were thrown from a halogen light, I rolled into a shadow cast by a tall pine. Drawing my EBB, I motioned for my team to follow.
After everyone was in place, we laid there for what must have been 10 minutes waiting for the moment to attack. It came when the opposition, happy with their plan, split up and moved towards our base. After they had passed us, we slowly crept up behind a shed nearby and, on my order, began to pour fire at the enemy troops.
One was down instantly, but the other two spun behind trees and began to return fire. Quickly I ran the 10 feet to another tree and began to reload my EBB, using the P99 to cover myself. All of a sudden Guy, for reasons I to this day don't understand, stands out in the open and empties the entire cilp into a tree, and then proceeded to get cut down by a pump-action shotgun. Sammie was carefully taking shots from her position back in the trees, but I myself had little room to maneuver and less protection. Calling for cover fire, I took a few steps back towards the trees and then, seeing the incredible amount of bullets whizzing by, stepped back.
I looked at where Sammie had been, but she was no longer there. Realizing what she was doing (circling around from the back while all eyes were on me), I decided that, for the team, I would do my best to distract the enemy. Since I knew where to look, I spotted Sammie as soon as she emerged from the spruces. When she looked as though she was preparing to fire I checked my EBB's ammo level and quickly sidestepped into the open, taking what shots I had. I had made it no more than five feet when I felt a bullet slam into my leg, and soon another in my torso. Yelling the word hit as loud as possible, I fell next to my already dead cousin. On my way down, however, I was able to see Sammie lighting up both trees. We won that battle that night out in the country, but the war is far from over.
Please note: Those of you who feel that actions like that disgrace the sport of airsoft, I rarely act like that and only did so for the benefit of the team. I feel I am a responsible player and I take the game very seriously.
Anyway, like I said, not exactly a tale of valor, but a war story nonetheless.