Post by KingCutlass on Feb 19, 2007 20:09:21 GMT -5
First off, i'll let you in on a little known fact. I have only played one day's worth of matches at WMI, all with a rented CA M15a1 rifle and one HICap. But I like creative writing, and thought I should share my experience during one of the missions that day. With a little flare of course. ;D
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Our mission was to assault the mortar bunker entrenched deep within enemy lines, and snipers behind every bush. We knew we were outnumbered, but it didn't matter, we could just feel the tension in the air as we loaded up our gear and prepared for the op. Our plan was simple, two teams were to assault the hill, with a third in reserve. The primary force was lead by a heavy assault gunner, and numerous grunts escorting "the case" with the precious c4 and detonator. They were to assault the tower head on, not the brightest move, but, orders are orders. Besides, no one ever accused Marines to be the brightest soldiers on the field.
As I nervously checked my ammo and made sure the safety was off, I watched fire team 1 head off into the distance, and vanish beneath the trees. This was it, no turning back, I had long awaited this moment, and feared it all the same. Our team, fire team 2, was to flank the enemy and try to catch them with their attention drawn elsewhere. We started off at a full run, not easy with full gear and a loaded gun, far more weight than I had ever anticipated. It was like running with a backpack of bricks, my lungs burned like they were on fire, and my heart felt like it was going to explode, yet, my mind was racing so fast, I felt no pain. Adrenaline is a beautiful thing.
We started off heading south, following the main trails at first when the first shot rang out. All 5 members of fire team 2 stopped, with only the 4 smartest of us taking a knee. It seems as though we had gotten stuck with the private that would get us killed, our own personal private Pile. He stood there as though he were just resting, and a look of amazment came across our team leader. Only later do I realize that I dragged him to the ground and reprimanded him for playing the world's best sniper target. Our sniper who had fired that single heart-rending shot, had missed his mark, and for whatever reason, had not fired again. Maybe he was testing his gun, maybe he just mis-fired. For whatever reason, he did not spot us as we crept our way off the trail and into the thick.
I can't describe the feeling I had while navigating the brush behind my squad leader, only that my mind had cleared up, and blind instinct took over. I couldn't tell you when, only that it had. The nervous fumbling that had overcome me as we loaded up had dissipated, and here I crept, the adamant soldier, aching for his first mark.
For what seemed like hours we crept through the bush, zig-zagging the trail, playing hopscotch with our squad leader, each of us taking point at least once, and all but private pile standing in the middle of the trail looking into space. All of us hoping he would take a stray, or better yet, some lucky sniper should find his mark and make our job easier. No matter, this was all about to change.
We neared the base of the tower, and a large firefight erupted to our 11 o'clock. More automatics than I've every heard firing rounds in every direction imaginable. Be they at a distance still, I would estimate a hundred yards, we slowly crept to the base of the tower, and then it happens. Shots erupt right in front of us, my squad leader and I hit the deck faster than a kick to the nuts, and the rest of the team scattered for cover. The brush had dissipated, and all that remained were scattered saplings no bigger than your head, but to our own detriment, a large brush pile lay between us and a safe haven behind the nearby larger groupings of wood. I lay there for a minute I believe, my squad leader returning fire, and I crawl behind a sapling to his left to try and aquire his target. The little buggers were right at the top of the entrenchment, firing full auto support down on us, which had by now allowed for re-enforcements. I could see him, just hit head, right behind the tree I readied my aim and let out my first burst fire. Hitting the bank right below him, dust flew into the air and he dissapeared behind the sanctity of his camp, no doubt planning his next move.......I had gotten his attention.
This however did not go over well with him, as a sniper joined in the fray, and just as I aimed to take his head off with a sure shot this time, my squad leader took a hit. All this time, my squadmates were just sitting behind me somewhere, staring. It must have been that same fumbling nature I felt in the beginning, only theirs must have gotten worse. With me on point, and being in the opportune position, I hesitated. This was the right decision as the sniper turned his attention on the still heavy firefight to my now 10 o'clock. My little head trooper was still there, waiting for me as I called to my teammates to move up and support me. I wasn't going to last much longer in this position, and neither was fireteam 1. In one quick second, he popped his head up just enough for me to see the look in his eyes, and I honestly believe he knew his time was up. My burst fire met it's mark, the loud CRACK echoing off his mask. I had gotten my first kill.
Not as suprising or exhilirating as I thought it would be, not at least until it was over would I realize what had just happened. It's true, battle slows time, and instincts are your best friend.
With no opposition on the south side of the tower, we moved forward, us remaining 4. Foot by foot my eyes darted across the every growing incline which we had been told was impossible to take. 10ft, 20ft, 30 ft, and then it happened.........The shooting stopped. Just like that, the fighting that was so deafening to my left was over. Were we too late? Did we wait too long? What could I have done to prevent this? All these things echoed in my head as I contemplated my next move, my teammates looking me eagerly in the face. "What do we do now?", my mate asked me. Just then, as I was out of options, I heard a faint whisper from about 20 ft. away. The case carrier was still alive!! Fireteam 1 had been obliterated, and with multiple snipers still on the northwest side of the hill, and charlies all over the west side bunker, there was only one way to get to the top.......Charge. I called my teammates to me, and told them of the plan, and then, just as suddenly and expectedly as we knew it would happen, private Pile stood up, rushed full bore to the case carrier, and got shot. I don't know if it was my elation on the fact that this idiot did eventually get himself killed, or the horror that we 3 were the only thing standing in the way of victory or defeat.
I check our time, less than 5 minutes.............It was now or never!
We moved low and as quietly as possible to the carrier's position, the silence was maddening. After all that hard fighting, to hear nothing but the wind would make any sane man question his reasons for being a soldier. The plan was simple, 2 in front, me on point, and one behind to watch after the carrier as we all 4 rushed the hill. It was unexpected, we could see casualties everywhere, the fight had been intense, and the cost enormous. No one thought we would just run up the hill, it was within 50 ft. of our grasp, "now or never" kept repeating in my mind over and over and over.
As we rushed the hill as fast as we could run, rather well considering the 45 degree incline, one of my teammates on the right, I on the left, scanned for what we could as we huffed it up, and CRACK CRACK CRACK!!! Shots rang out from our right, I yelled to my buddy and signaled the general area, hearing whizzing sounds around me, but being lucky enough to back down the hill a few steps to avoid the gunner from getting a bead on me. I look at my buddy, and he looked at me, and all at once, without word being spoken, he darted off into the brush guns blazing as many rounds as his worn and tired rifle could take, spitting their fire to our hidden assailant. Now was my chance, I signaled to my last teammate as my buddy dissappeared into the thick, and both he and the precious case followed suit.
I had made it!! I crested the mortar complex to which it was said couldn't be done, and what lie before me was amazing. I took a knee and surveyed the damage as I hear my partners coming up the hill no more than 25ft. behind me. 4 bodies on the left, 2 on the right, and a man standing in front of me, about 20ft. away. Time seemed to stop at that moment, we exchanged a look of amazement, confusion, and astonishment at each other for at least what would be about 3 seconds. Then it hit us both, we were not on the same team, and we were both still alive.
You know in the movies where you just think about all the hokey firefight moments that seem TOO scripted? Well, this is how my story ends.....our guns drawn at the exact same moment, shots ring out catching us both in the chest at exactly the same time.
As I lay there dying, I would never know the fate of the case carrier and my final mate from fireteam 2. I only meet them in the afterlife to find they had been ambushed after I had made it to the top. I guess my first little buddy had went out like bonnie and clyde, all bullets, but no target. I hope one day soon I will be reborn to play this game again, and maybe, just maybe, i'll be a little better next time.
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This is was rather long-winded account of a mission I had at the WMI field last summer with my squad leader Stoagie. He's a great guy, and I hope to play again with him and Rogue this spring.
So what do you think?
Good games guys!
King.
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Our mission was to assault the mortar bunker entrenched deep within enemy lines, and snipers behind every bush. We knew we were outnumbered, but it didn't matter, we could just feel the tension in the air as we loaded up our gear and prepared for the op. Our plan was simple, two teams were to assault the hill, with a third in reserve. The primary force was lead by a heavy assault gunner, and numerous grunts escorting "the case" with the precious c4 and detonator. They were to assault the tower head on, not the brightest move, but, orders are orders. Besides, no one ever accused Marines to be the brightest soldiers on the field.
As I nervously checked my ammo and made sure the safety was off, I watched fire team 1 head off into the distance, and vanish beneath the trees. This was it, no turning back, I had long awaited this moment, and feared it all the same. Our team, fire team 2, was to flank the enemy and try to catch them with their attention drawn elsewhere. We started off at a full run, not easy with full gear and a loaded gun, far more weight than I had ever anticipated. It was like running with a backpack of bricks, my lungs burned like they were on fire, and my heart felt like it was going to explode, yet, my mind was racing so fast, I felt no pain. Adrenaline is a beautiful thing.
We started off heading south, following the main trails at first when the first shot rang out. All 5 members of fire team 2 stopped, with only the 4 smartest of us taking a knee. It seems as though we had gotten stuck with the private that would get us killed, our own personal private Pile. He stood there as though he were just resting, and a look of amazment came across our team leader. Only later do I realize that I dragged him to the ground and reprimanded him for playing the world's best sniper target. Our sniper who had fired that single heart-rending shot, had missed his mark, and for whatever reason, had not fired again. Maybe he was testing his gun, maybe he just mis-fired. For whatever reason, he did not spot us as we crept our way off the trail and into the thick.
I can't describe the feeling I had while navigating the brush behind my squad leader, only that my mind had cleared up, and blind instinct took over. I couldn't tell you when, only that it had. The nervous fumbling that had overcome me as we loaded up had dissipated, and here I crept, the adamant soldier, aching for his first mark.
For what seemed like hours we crept through the bush, zig-zagging the trail, playing hopscotch with our squad leader, each of us taking point at least once, and all but private pile standing in the middle of the trail looking into space. All of us hoping he would take a stray, or better yet, some lucky sniper should find his mark and make our job easier. No matter, this was all about to change.
We neared the base of the tower, and a large firefight erupted to our 11 o'clock. More automatics than I've every heard firing rounds in every direction imaginable. Be they at a distance still, I would estimate a hundred yards, we slowly crept to the base of the tower, and then it happens. Shots erupt right in front of us, my squad leader and I hit the deck faster than a kick to the nuts, and the rest of the team scattered for cover. The brush had dissipated, and all that remained were scattered saplings no bigger than your head, but to our own detriment, a large brush pile lay between us and a safe haven behind the nearby larger groupings of wood. I lay there for a minute I believe, my squad leader returning fire, and I crawl behind a sapling to his left to try and aquire his target. The little buggers were right at the top of the entrenchment, firing full auto support down on us, which had by now allowed for re-enforcements. I could see him, just hit head, right behind the tree I readied my aim and let out my first burst fire. Hitting the bank right below him, dust flew into the air and he dissapeared behind the sanctity of his camp, no doubt planning his next move.......I had gotten his attention.
This however did not go over well with him, as a sniper joined in the fray, and just as I aimed to take his head off with a sure shot this time, my squad leader took a hit. All this time, my squadmates were just sitting behind me somewhere, staring. It must have been that same fumbling nature I felt in the beginning, only theirs must have gotten worse. With me on point, and being in the opportune position, I hesitated. This was the right decision as the sniper turned his attention on the still heavy firefight to my now 10 o'clock. My little head trooper was still there, waiting for me as I called to my teammates to move up and support me. I wasn't going to last much longer in this position, and neither was fireteam 1. In one quick second, he popped his head up just enough for me to see the look in his eyes, and I honestly believe he knew his time was up. My burst fire met it's mark, the loud CRACK echoing off his mask. I had gotten my first kill.
Not as suprising or exhilirating as I thought it would be, not at least until it was over would I realize what had just happened. It's true, battle slows time, and instincts are your best friend.
With no opposition on the south side of the tower, we moved forward, us remaining 4. Foot by foot my eyes darted across the every growing incline which we had been told was impossible to take. 10ft, 20ft, 30 ft, and then it happened.........The shooting stopped. Just like that, the fighting that was so deafening to my left was over. Were we too late? Did we wait too long? What could I have done to prevent this? All these things echoed in my head as I contemplated my next move, my teammates looking me eagerly in the face. "What do we do now?", my mate asked me. Just then, as I was out of options, I heard a faint whisper from about 20 ft. away. The case carrier was still alive!! Fireteam 1 had been obliterated, and with multiple snipers still on the northwest side of the hill, and charlies all over the west side bunker, there was only one way to get to the top.......Charge. I called my teammates to me, and told them of the plan, and then, just as suddenly and expectedly as we knew it would happen, private Pile stood up, rushed full bore to the case carrier, and got shot. I don't know if it was my elation on the fact that this idiot did eventually get himself killed, or the horror that we 3 were the only thing standing in the way of victory or defeat.
I check our time, less than 5 minutes.............It was now or never!
We moved low and as quietly as possible to the carrier's position, the silence was maddening. After all that hard fighting, to hear nothing but the wind would make any sane man question his reasons for being a soldier. The plan was simple, 2 in front, me on point, and one behind to watch after the carrier as we all 4 rushed the hill. It was unexpected, we could see casualties everywhere, the fight had been intense, and the cost enormous. No one thought we would just run up the hill, it was within 50 ft. of our grasp, "now or never" kept repeating in my mind over and over and over.
As we rushed the hill as fast as we could run, rather well considering the 45 degree incline, one of my teammates on the right, I on the left, scanned for what we could as we huffed it up, and CRACK CRACK CRACK!!! Shots rang out from our right, I yelled to my buddy and signaled the general area, hearing whizzing sounds around me, but being lucky enough to back down the hill a few steps to avoid the gunner from getting a bead on me. I look at my buddy, and he looked at me, and all at once, without word being spoken, he darted off into the brush guns blazing as many rounds as his worn and tired rifle could take, spitting their fire to our hidden assailant. Now was my chance, I signaled to my last teammate as my buddy dissappeared into the thick, and both he and the precious case followed suit.
I had made it!! I crested the mortar complex to which it was said couldn't be done, and what lie before me was amazing. I took a knee and surveyed the damage as I hear my partners coming up the hill no more than 25ft. behind me. 4 bodies on the left, 2 on the right, and a man standing in front of me, about 20ft. away. Time seemed to stop at that moment, we exchanged a look of amazement, confusion, and astonishment at each other for at least what would be about 3 seconds. Then it hit us both, we were not on the same team, and we were both still alive.
You know in the movies where you just think about all the hokey firefight moments that seem TOO scripted? Well, this is how my story ends.....our guns drawn at the exact same moment, shots ring out catching us both in the chest at exactly the same time.
As I lay there dying, I would never know the fate of the case carrier and my final mate from fireteam 2. I only meet them in the afterlife to find they had been ambushed after I had made it to the top. I guess my first little buddy had went out like bonnie and clyde, all bullets, but no target. I hope one day soon I will be reborn to play this game again, and maybe, just maybe, i'll be a little better next time.
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This is was rather long-winded account of a mission I had at the WMI field last summer with my squad leader Stoagie. He's a great guy, and I hope to play again with him and Rogue this spring.
So what do you think?
Good games guys!
King.
