Post by Abbot on Mar 3, 2015 0:04:39 GMT
Post any and all tales of stories that fit under no category. Here's mine. It’s not very well written or even very interesting, but I wrote this a little while ago and figured I’d throw it up here. Constructive criticism is appreciated. I wrote in real steel fashion.
1500. It was late in the day. It was late in a long day. We’d been pushing long and hard all day and luckily holding our own. Bravo team, made up mainly of Russian mercs, had probably been the luckiest, while my guys on Alpha, guys I’d just met, seemed to have sustained the most casualties. We’d heard it was our last push of the day before we were relieved. That was good to hear but hard to believe. I didn’t know if the Russians would be relieved as well. I hoped they would be. They seemed just as tired as us; maybe more, they’d borne a hard load. Well, it was the last push nevertheless, that was nice to know.
1530. Time to move. Or so they said anyway, I didn’t care. But move we did. We were positioned on the right, and it was necessary to take and hold the entire flank. The ground on the flank was mainly clear with only a few obstacles which seemed like cement piping. Maybe unused freeway pipes or something, but they were big. Nothing much, but it was good to have. The ground was situated around one hill with what seemed like a flagpole placed at the top of the knoll. Talking with our CO, we surmised it would probably be best to get at least an LMG placed on the knoll overlooking the field in order to incapacitate, or obliterate, any advance from the enemy. Part of the remaining shooters on Bravo had an old RPK, still as much of a workhorse as it had been when it went through the factory which, from the condition of the wood, seemed not to be too recent. The barrel had been swapped though; it would get the job done. Alpha didn’t have an LMG so Bravo was elected to the center. In order to get there, they’d have to sprint. But due to the distance, they’d be exposed most of the way up the hill before any cover could be given. It wasn’t a long run. They could probably make it. I hoped. We divided alpha so myself and a few other shooters would cover right, while our CO and the remaining would cover left. 1535. Time to go. Or so they said, I didn’t really care.
I saw the RPK begin to ascend the knoll. I just kept running. I hadn’t encountered any enemy fire yet. My airframe and plate carrier (an old JPC) were feeling pretty dang heavy. I then heard rounds go off and heard them whiz by the left and right of my upper torso. I changed my gun over to full auto (Bad habit: I always forgot to take the safety off) and commenced fire at the direction I believed the shots were coming from. I couldn’t tell if they did any damage, but I managed to put some heads down. I ducked behind one of the tall pipes and fired from behind it. I was unfortunately low on ammo. My AR had jammed a few miles back and I had had to pick up an enemy Ak-74UN. I failed to grab most of his mags, though. I was getting lower on ammo. I ceased firing and placed the rusty selector into semi-auto. I heard, suddenly, on my left the automatic fire of the RPK which had evidently reached the top of the hill. The automatic fire caused the enemy to drop behind their cover and left our flank on the right pretty clear. I couldn’t tell about the left. On my extreme right lay a long mound over grown with brush just about 150 feet away; on that end I thought I had seen a bush move. But I couldn’t see anything now.
Earlier in the day, we were receiving report of enemy scouts outflanking our guys and laying fire into us from there. Although I hadn’t seen it first hand, I had heard wounded telling about it. It flashed through my memory now. I was temporarily distracted by the enemy exposing themselves, to which I responded in usual fashion with a few rounds downfield. I looked back, but still nothing moved. I could have sworn there was something over there. I saw another bush move just then. I turned to the guy a few feet away from me.
“I think we’ve got guys on our flank!”
He didn’t respond, he just continued putting rounds downfield. At the time, I thought he might be right, maybe I was seeing things. So I just continued to watch. But I saw more bushes move.
“Hey! We’ve got shooters on our right!” I called. “My extreme right! Hey! We’ve got-”
He wasn’t paying much attention. I don’t remember too much, but that I commenced fire immediately into the brush. It might have been a stupid decision, I had no cover from where I was at, and to fire was to invite return fire. But I made a judgment call, it was my choice. I heard the shots and they ricocheted off the structure behind me, missing my head and torso. Dang, that was close. I fired more rounds and dropped to my exhausted knees. I fired several rounds into the flank, and tried to back into cover, but now received enemy fire from my 12. I could only crumple as low as I could and return fire at my extreme right, as the pipe behind me covered most of my 12. I fired, and fired again. I had more of my guys firing back, now. He wasn’t going to get the better of me, of them. But I felt two rounds strike my carrier, and finally my shoulders. It looked like I was sitting this one out. But at least they hadn’t got the better of us. If I hadn’t exposed myself, we would have all been exposed. It’s funny how you don’t realize the irony until only after it’s done. But we held our flank, that’s what mattered. I guess. I can’t say I didn’t really care. It was late in the day; it was late in a long day.
1500. It was late in the day. It was late in a long day. We’d been pushing long and hard all day and luckily holding our own. Bravo team, made up mainly of Russian mercs, had probably been the luckiest, while my guys on Alpha, guys I’d just met, seemed to have sustained the most casualties. We’d heard it was our last push of the day before we were relieved. That was good to hear but hard to believe. I didn’t know if the Russians would be relieved as well. I hoped they would be. They seemed just as tired as us; maybe more, they’d borne a hard load. Well, it was the last push nevertheless, that was nice to know.
1530. Time to move. Or so they said anyway, I didn’t care. But move we did. We were positioned on the right, and it was necessary to take and hold the entire flank. The ground on the flank was mainly clear with only a few obstacles which seemed like cement piping. Maybe unused freeway pipes or something, but they were big. Nothing much, but it was good to have. The ground was situated around one hill with what seemed like a flagpole placed at the top of the knoll. Talking with our CO, we surmised it would probably be best to get at least an LMG placed on the knoll overlooking the field in order to incapacitate, or obliterate, any advance from the enemy. Part of the remaining shooters on Bravo had an old RPK, still as much of a workhorse as it had been when it went through the factory which, from the condition of the wood, seemed not to be too recent. The barrel had been swapped though; it would get the job done. Alpha didn’t have an LMG so Bravo was elected to the center. In order to get there, they’d have to sprint. But due to the distance, they’d be exposed most of the way up the hill before any cover could be given. It wasn’t a long run. They could probably make it. I hoped. We divided alpha so myself and a few other shooters would cover right, while our CO and the remaining would cover left. 1535. Time to go. Or so they said, I didn’t really care.
I saw the RPK begin to ascend the knoll. I just kept running. I hadn’t encountered any enemy fire yet. My airframe and plate carrier (an old JPC) were feeling pretty dang heavy. I then heard rounds go off and heard them whiz by the left and right of my upper torso. I changed my gun over to full auto (Bad habit: I always forgot to take the safety off) and commenced fire at the direction I believed the shots were coming from. I couldn’t tell if they did any damage, but I managed to put some heads down. I ducked behind one of the tall pipes and fired from behind it. I was unfortunately low on ammo. My AR had jammed a few miles back and I had had to pick up an enemy Ak-74UN. I failed to grab most of his mags, though. I was getting lower on ammo. I ceased firing and placed the rusty selector into semi-auto. I heard, suddenly, on my left the automatic fire of the RPK which had evidently reached the top of the hill. The automatic fire caused the enemy to drop behind their cover and left our flank on the right pretty clear. I couldn’t tell about the left. On my extreme right lay a long mound over grown with brush just about 150 feet away; on that end I thought I had seen a bush move. But I couldn’t see anything now.
Earlier in the day, we were receiving report of enemy scouts outflanking our guys and laying fire into us from there. Although I hadn’t seen it first hand, I had heard wounded telling about it. It flashed through my memory now. I was temporarily distracted by the enemy exposing themselves, to which I responded in usual fashion with a few rounds downfield. I looked back, but still nothing moved. I could have sworn there was something over there. I saw another bush move just then. I turned to the guy a few feet away from me.
“I think we’ve got guys on our flank!”
He didn’t respond, he just continued putting rounds downfield. At the time, I thought he might be right, maybe I was seeing things. So I just continued to watch. But I saw more bushes move.
“Hey! We’ve got shooters on our right!” I called. “My extreme right! Hey! We’ve got-”
He wasn’t paying much attention. I don’t remember too much, but that I commenced fire immediately into the brush. It might have been a stupid decision, I had no cover from where I was at, and to fire was to invite return fire. But I made a judgment call, it was my choice. I heard the shots and they ricocheted off the structure behind me, missing my head and torso. Dang, that was close. I fired more rounds and dropped to my exhausted knees. I fired several rounds into the flank, and tried to back into cover, but now received enemy fire from my 12. I could only crumple as low as I could and return fire at my extreme right, as the pipe behind me covered most of my 12. I fired, and fired again. I had more of my guys firing back, now. He wasn’t going to get the better of me, of them. But I felt two rounds strike my carrier, and finally my shoulders. It looked like I was sitting this one out. But at least they hadn’t got the better of us. If I hadn’t exposed myself, we would have all been exposed. It’s funny how you don’t realize the irony until only after it’s done. But we held our flank, that’s what mattered. I guess. I can’t say I didn’t really care. It was late in the day; it was late in a long day.
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. no, slaughtered by that RPK. To my credit, it was either me or the other guy who nailed you Abbot. I remember. 
(looking sideways at parties locally seen frequenting airsoft establishments with combat junkies.) Then their are the good friends, such as Ajax, Ecthelion, and sev. they would not turn their back on a comrade true. 