Overrun
Deployed as Alpha Medic
"Good evening, doc. I know it's just been twenty minutes since you laid down your head, but there's AAF bastards coming out of the woodwork, Alpha's assigned to the Northern arc of Frini, here's your rifle, let's go!"
Right. So Captain Miller's left us high and dry on this one, and he's told us that we just need to hold out for 30 minutes. Should be easy, right?
Entire platoon of AAF smashes into us from all directions.
That's okay, that only took about ten minutes and a third of our dudes to drive them off. We're okay now, right?
Twice the original number of AAF, plus HMG and GMG Striders.
A'right, we're about 2/3'rds dead, we've given up the outer edge of Frini to AAF troops, they've got to stop soon, right?
Three platoons of CSAT infantry, plus IFVs, plus Tanks, plus a pair of Mi-48's. "No big deal."
Mission turned out pretty much exactly as planned!
Erlenmeyer
Deployed as Alpha Medic
So, the squads were sent in their opposite directions, Hedgehogs scattered to the wind to climb 30-degree hills or skate down the road unescorted. As expected, an unsupported Alpha was cut to pieces, starting with the leadership and moving on down the OrBat. An unsupported Bravo fared not much better. None of our SPAAGs made it out of the starting bend. Alpha fell apart from loss of leadership, and Bravo seemed to do the same.
In the end, bravo kept treading on mines (there's a reason EOD specialists are in the platoon), the CO called in two airstrikes directly in view of a SAM battery, and the remains of Alpha blobbed around the right side of the valley, trading volley fire with random enemies on the opposite ridge.
All in all, I am very peeved - this mission has been run the exact same way both times we've played it, and it's been just as ineffective both times. 700 meters apart does not a supporting element make, and unescorted SPAAGs brew up spectacularly.
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Deployed as Bravo 2 Fire Team Leader
Along with <REDACTED>, <REDACTED>, and the incredibly comely <REDACTED>, I marched off to the beach to help press Bravo down the shoreline towards our coming victory in <REDACTED>. Careful squad bounding saw Bravo make its way closer to <REDACTED>, killing some eight to ten <REDACTED>s along the way. We looped around to the south end of <REDACTED> and began
clearing houses and murdering their inhabitants asking people if they've heard the good word. On the second floor of a <REDACTED> house, I froze - time stood still as a 5.56mm bullet ventilated my head ear-to-ear, and that was that. My family will never hear of my demise, for my demise never happened. Our mission never happened. The moon never happened. I never happened, and neither did you, comrade.
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~ Ferrard