Cherno Rabbit: A2 FTL. We took fire a couple of hundred metres from spawn, which is in line with every other time I've played this. I died before getting the chance to dismount.
(These clips from my favourite sketch show remind me of what Satire said about people going to watch football in pubs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPUuqtOPDUE )
Ashore: A1 FTL. My teamspeak crashes a lot these days. As soon as we hit the beach I had to alt-tab out and restart it. I then come back and felt confused for the rest of the mission.
Horse: Bravo Tank Commander. I always forget these things have smoke.
![Oh Joy :bang:](./images/smilies/emot-bang.gif)
Mr. Kev did a great job driving us around as I navigated, juggled radios, kept checking that Charlie wasn't yet a burning heap, and generally going "oh, fuck, we're bounding again."
Red Snow: Marksman Team 1. Great scopes, 200m visibility.
![V :v:](./images/smilies/emot-v.gif)
Both marksmen teams got bogged down in the first village, but handled it well. We trailed behind everyone else, and while leaving the lumber mill simultaneously encountered a BRDM to our North and paratroopers directly above. With Dancemoox from ST2 wounded on the opposite side of the mill, Mr-Link and I fought our way back and healed him up, but he'd lost his legs and our medic was long gone. We slowly moved to the coast and defeated a shilka on the pier using a half dead enemy tank. Far away from everyone else, and without a clear purpose, Mr-Link and I then went on a long run to the South looking for a set of wheels for Dance - who I told to hang out in the tank because I thought it would be safer.
![Crossarms :colbert:](./images/smilies/emot-colbert.gif)
The road back was so long, but eventually (and too late) found a DShKM UAZ, which we used to clear a hill of an enemy squad. Mr-Link went down, and I bolted to the remaining infantry. I should have kept the UAZ for myself because as soon as I got out it was commandeered and I ended up wounded with everyone else left behind.
Regicide: A1 AR. Messed up from all angles.
Jolly Green: AA Specialist. I never got to use my stinger. It was funny seeing both of our corpsmen hanging out together and getting shot together. When it was time to leave, I started moving house to house, climbing a small hill while taking accurate fire. I didn't know where we were going, but just followed the trickle of friendlies to the LZ. Saw the chopper come to a gentle hover in open ground and bolted for it, ending up in the crew chief seat. I was surprised that so few of us made it out, but I don't get out of choppers any more. Here's a clip from a V+ session we had a year ago last weekend (which I think Draakon might have been referencing) where daf and I got out to help 1 wounded person, and it spiralled into mission failure:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZWasSAqD58
CHernOLO: Indfor. It was over by the time I arrived.