<Shakes fist>
I was an SM in a squad that was basically allowed to do as they wished (suited me as I was cooking).
However, after a while and fed I found myself at a cache in the NW corner of the map holding an RPG. Some APC comes along, likely supporting enemy troops and cut down the guys on the roof with me who had been mooning at it. At this point the gateway was sealed. Grabbing an enemy Marksman rifle my fallen comrade had possessed and the APC downed by a couple of brave warriors flanking through the bushes, I settled for the inevitable assault. At this point I decided to bite the rifle stock with rage at the infidels disreguard to our mooning and shooting my brothers' heads off.
The enemy came mainly from the east and tried to flank north and south. Closing the doors southwards, we found ourselves fighting mainly from the east and north. An LMG began to hail rounds behind a ridge not far from the building and I was able to pick him off with no thanks to the ridgeline seeming to act as an invisible barrier.
However the assault continued and although I fired through the gates lots at some guy with a shotgun trying to open the door, he made it. I swear those gates are secret agents of the west. I pulled out a grenade but to no avail. Then the enemy had got inside, killing a colleague. So another hand grenade took care of one infidel but another had gotten inside the compound proper. I ran down the stairs and snatching the dead engineers’ weapon I pursued, only to find that the lone enemy infidel had gotten straight to the cache and had just about released a grenade before I shot him. The cache damaged thankfully did not go down. Injured, I grabbed the officers’ possessions and healed myself and had a nice hot chocolate from his 24 hour ration pack.
However, luck was not on my side, as I knew now ‘they would come’ and said as much through my rolled up newspaper to my fellows. A grenade exploded down the ladder and I took position at an incline to the doorway behind some crates of rice. But Allah had other things in store for me and although I opened up on the obvious infidel his aim was true or something and dodged bullets like the crazy comic character Superman I have read about, that is popular with those Americans. So off I went to re-incarnate and the cache went down reflecting on my luck when I slammed rounds down as soon as he moved.
Later on, after fighting a group in the centre for a while at some flats, I had found when a dastardly LMG spotted me trying to lob bottles of Coca~Cola at them, I decided to base jump from a big archway.
During this time my venerable leader decided to disappear in a puff of Arrg! And I became the venerable leader of my crew. We had fought off many infidels by that point including some smelly duck shaped thing that kept firing big things at us. My RPG missing it but helping the smurfs fight a bunch of Gargamels’ minions in some compound to our north.
Chillin and playing I Spy, we were finally disturbed by a group of maniacs that decided wouldn’t it be fun to play bang bangs, coming from our north east. Many held position whilst others ran to the evildoers. I found myself at one point besides a hut that seemed a lot of my guys were falling out of, maybe a café or something, and trying to head off to the LMG only to be cut down.
By this time about 3 people were left in the archway which was not good. And I saw a group of enemy only 50-75 metres away in some ditched wasteland. Alas, my AK just wasn’t up to the job of honing in, and then on 3 runners, whilst trumpeting on my rolled up newspaper to the others but it seemed most of the guys had decided north-east was best, and the infidels made it to the arch. Unfortunately one other infidel was still in the wasteland and had spotted me trying to play paintball with a curved barrel and I was sent to the café to sit and think about it over a nice cup of coffee. Although I told my brothers over the ether and asked if they would like one lump or two, no one seemed to go for the arch but continued to see what was all the noise about up north east.
Leaving the cafe, and waving goodbye to the others and still laughing at the jokes, I smiled one of those thoughtful smiles and looked out south into the desert. ‘What a beautiful place’ I thought, and stood there silently for a moment reflecting on the world. After a few hours or so, I casually legged it to the right arch which was most likely my best chance of making it safe. Going up the ladder I found some infidel by the cache. Alas!- my brethren holding the arch were gone. I saw an officer dropping an incendiary and his left handed fellows along the walkway. Homhum, says I. I had only time to do what I could do, my bent AK against long range sights. So I decided to send the officer to meet his café owner and try my best and down at least another.
No said Allah. And so although luckily the incendiary had missed, there were two others left to finish the job. I informed my brothers the cache had gone down and then Allah had yet another surprise in store for me and the great dark overlord of Punkbuster kicked me for an SM, which for once was righteous and not because it had decided to do something like, pick its nose and scream unfair!
Reflecting on a great assault on the archway and thinking it would have been nice to have defended it a bit more solidly, as a Jack Sparrow fan I consoled myself in laughing my head of at him instead with my 40 virgins. So not a bad day after all then.
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