Post by Talon on Aug 18, 2005 12:13:24 GMT -5
[The events which are chronicled below took place on August 6, 2005 at an undisclosed location in Northern Michigan.]
It had been a long day, constant skirmishing against the oppresive US government's forces. We would kill some of them, they would kill some of us. The first engagement of the day was a disaster, the trapped american forces were rescued by a heavily armed american rescue team with an odd German name. Many of my comrades died in the ensuing firefight, with only minimal losses to the americans. Though I did take out one of their biased american journalists. He was wearing blue for God's sake! Though it was my first encounter with an Uzi armed journalist.
The tables turned ino our midafternoon battle, we hunted the trespassing americans down, to the man! When we walked off the field of battle, we were truly the victors. Celebratory firing of AK-47's of course took the next fifteen minutes or so. I myself, with my comrade Talisman crawled through a half mile of ferns to find a superior firing position. I am proud to report that the last kill of the battle, was ours. Though we still argue over who's bullets reached him first, his mangled corpse wasn't much to fight over though. I did witness however, an odd display of fratricide. One of their soldiers suddenly pulled his pistol shooting his comrades in the back, when one of the wounded turned and pumped him full of lead. I could have swore I heard his scream "Give me lunch or give me death!" Strange.
Late afternoon the americans again returned, attempting to disarm our nuclear weapon we had cleverly hidden in a silver suitcase. The firefight was feriocious! There were two snipers on the enemy side, and they knew how to use their rifles. Only with accurate indirect fire employed by myself courtesy of my AK, was the field made safe for the ordinary rifleman. [Sorry xaos had to throw that in]. I must admit that they took us on with an even force, had their been many more we surely would have been overrun, and our silver suitcase lost. A simple oversight on the part of their commanding generals, a doubt we will be this lucky next time.
I had moved up early in the battle and found an optimum spot to hide. My tigerstripe camo blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the ferns and pinetrees. It was also, incidentaly right next to their own version of the Ho-Chi Min Trail. Enemy reinforcements would repeatedly come down this trail to attempt to bolster the americans flagging defenses. And time and again, they were taken out. My AK was truely put to the use it was designed for. An enemy soldier would come down the trail and dive into the bushes, I would then pop up and systematically sweep the undergrowth, killing without mercy.
Six american infidels did I destroy, often almost being walked on. They fought valiently to be sure, and I am not ashamed to say that I hit the dirt many a time. But always timing was on my side. I would pop up, and riddle them with my bullets. Until I was finally taken out of action. Low on ammo and with my hated enemy to all sides I was shot...in the toe. I was medi-vac'd out of the LZ and taken to this field hospital for debriefing. I hope to recover before too long to take the fight back to the American scum.
Signing off,
Talon
P.S. I apologize if I offended any american scum in my debriefing.
It had been a long day, constant skirmishing against the oppresive US government's forces. We would kill some of them, they would kill some of us. The first engagement of the day was a disaster, the trapped american forces were rescued by a heavily armed american rescue team with an odd German name. Many of my comrades died in the ensuing firefight, with only minimal losses to the americans. Though I did take out one of their biased american journalists. He was wearing blue for God's sake! Though it was my first encounter with an Uzi armed journalist.
The tables turned ino our midafternoon battle, we hunted the trespassing americans down, to the man! When we walked off the field of battle, we were truly the victors. Celebratory firing of AK-47's of course took the next fifteen minutes or so. I myself, with my comrade Talisman crawled through a half mile of ferns to find a superior firing position. I am proud to report that the last kill of the battle, was ours. Though we still argue over who's bullets reached him first, his mangled corpse wasn't much to fight over though. I did witness however, an odd display of fratricide. One of their soldiers suddenly pulled his pistol shooting his comrades in the back, when one of the wounded turned and pumped him full of lead. I could have swore I heard his scream "Give me lunch or give me death!" Strange.
Late afternoon the americans again returned, attempting to disarm our nuclear weapon we had cleverly hidden in a silver suitcase. The firefight was feriocious! There were two snipers on the enemy side, and they knew how to use their rifles. Only with accurate indirect fire employed by myself courtesy of my AK, was the field made safe for the ordinary rifleman. [Sorry xaos had to throw that in]. I must admit that they took us on with an even force, had their been many more we surely would have been overrun, and our silver suitcase lost. A simple oversight on the part of their commanding generals, a doubt we will be this lucky next time.
I had moved up early in the battle and found an optimum spot to hide. My tigerstripe camo blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the ferns and pinetrees. It was also, incidentaly right next to their own version of the Ho-Chi Min Trail. Enemy reinforcements would repeatedly come down this trail to attempt to bolster the americans flagging defenses. And time and again, they were taken out. My AK was truely put to the use it was designed for. An enemy soldier would come down the trail and dive into the bushes, I would then pop up and systematically sweep the undergrowth, killing without mercy.
Six american infidels did I destroy, often almost being walked on. They fought valiently to be sure, and I am not ashamed to say that I hit the dirt many a time. But always timing was on my side. I would pop up, and riddle them with my bullets. Until I was finally taken out of action. Low on ammo and with my hated enemy to all sides I was shot...in the toe. I was medi-vac'd out of the LZ and taken to this field hospital for debriefing. I hope to recover before too long to take the fight back to the American scum.
Signing off,
Talon
P.S. I apologize if I offended any american scum in my debriefing.