Spc Jackson watched as the FSO came and went. Some guys had all the luck, and the FSO with the pretty driver and the cool Hummer while he had to sit in a foxhole and provide flank support for the 'fifty' was not his idea of a good time.

"Yeah, 'cuz, gonna get back to the world" Pvt Taller said, more rapping than talking. A white kid from some northeastern urban shithole, he sounded more black than the black soldiers. "Gonna do my thang, gonna talk to this bitch, gonna talk to that bitch...you know."

"Get the fuck down here and shut up" Cpl Rigby said from beside the 'fifty'. It was bad enough the Sarge already chewed his ass three times this week for not being able to control Taller. Now Taller was standing above the emplaced, crew-served weapon and was telling the other soldiers in the 2-21 FA lines what he was going to do what he planned when he got back to the States.

"Damn Yo, what, I can't pi...." was all Taller got out before the 7.62 x 54mm R round hit him in the back, making his cest explode spraying Northern bits all over the 'fifty' gun crew.

"Shit" was all Rigby was able to get out as Taller took a step or two forward and them flopped into the 'fifty' pit. A PKM ripped the early morning night, spraying tracer rounds all over the American artilleryman and their dug in positions, making them keep their heads down.

For 'Chunk' Jackson, the war just became very real. Time seemed to slow down. He could hear the 'fifty' going off, and the enemy had at least two belt-fed weapons as some of the Americans started firing their M16s back at the enemy forces.

Who, why, and where, were all questions Chunk didn't have answers to. His world was one of noise and light, as muzzle flashes from AK and M16 alike, along with shouts in both Russian and English spurred on lower-ranked soldiers as the enemy probed the 2-21 FA position.

OOC:

Fuck it, because life is complicated enough, right?

:)

Chunk hunkered down in the foxhole.  Rattled and confused, he fell back on his instincts, which at this point was to try to help Taller.  He tried first aid, but in the dark and confusion, he just ended up opening up Taller's chest wounds even more.  Do no harm was out the door and soon the bottom of the pit was covered with blood from where Taller, with a bit of help from Chunk, had bled out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jackson said. He kept low in the foxhole and tried to orient himself.  He glanced at the .50 cal to see where it was firing.  Maybe he'd fire in the same direction.  Just not right now.  He hesitated, tried to sum up the will to stick his head up, lift if his SAW and see what was happening.

OOC:
09:18, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 72 using 1d100. MED cat failure. Taller is fuct
09:15, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 93 using 1d100. MED.
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"Jack-SON!" Cpl Rigby shouted in between .50 bursts. The barrel was starting to get really hot, as even the best gunners get 'lead fingers' and make the bursts longer than they should when they get jumped and feel trapped in the defense. "Fire your weapon!"

The fifty wasn't firing in any one direction, just sort of spraying the trees in wide arcs. The lads from 2-21 FA were forced to emplace in heavy woods, which made it harder for the Americans to hit their targets, but it fortunately had the same or worse constriants on the attackers.

To Jackson, it seemed as if the enemy's belt-feds were about 150m apart, 200m distant online and were closing with the 2-21 position in bounds. One would fire as the other soldiers manuvered. The enemy machine gunners were flanked on either side by enemy assault rifles.

He wasn't really sure. Jackson's night vision was being ruined by the huge muzzle flashes from the .50. Looking to his right, he could see the next 2-21 positon being attacked in much the same manner, although the enemy seemed to be a bit further away relative to their target.

A 40mm grenade went off 20m to the .50's front, showering the ground with dirt and wood shards from the trees. When Chunk ducked down to avoid the blast, he could see that the friendly positions to the south were not being engaged by the enemy at this time.

OOC:

Updated map

Chunk locked his SAW bipod open, foisted it up on the lip of the foxhole, then poped up and took position behind it, just as he had been trained.  He opened up at the weapons full rate of fire at the closest muzzle flashes.

"RED BASTARDS," he growled as the SAW spit rounds down range and a score and a half of spent brass was flung out from the weapon.

OOC: With a CUF of 8, Chunk gets two actions per combat turn.  M249 has a ROF of 5.  Chunk has a CRM of 70.  Range is Long, giving a 7% chance to hit.

16:52, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 43,58,97,37,1 using 1d100,1d100,1d100,1d100,1d00. M249. 1 'shot' hits
16:52, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 19,25,77,86,1 using 1d100,1d100,1d100,1d100,1d00. M249. 1 'shot' hits

16:59, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 7 using 2d6. Damage #2. Damage = 11
16:59, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 8 using 2d6. Damage #1. Damage = 12

Box starts with 50 'shots' of ammo, and is now down to 40.  Let me know if that looks correct. 
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Up to his waist in a shallow fighting position firing on the enemy right next the the M2 .50 cal as it blazed away at the enemy, it was hard for Spc Jackson to know if his shots were indeed striking their targets. When the enemy belt-fed weapon on Chunk's right stopped firing, Jackson guessed he must have hit him.

To his right, the all-too-familiar sound of an RPG-16 went off. To Chunk, it sounded like a baseball pitching machine, except 'explodier'. The 58mm HEAT round struck short and to the right of the fighting position to Chunk's right.

OOC:

Updated map

Chunk winced as the dirt pelted him from the RPG.  He had never been in combat like this before and he really wasn't sure if his rounds were having any effect hundreds of meters away in the dark.  One of the machine guns stopped and he didn't care if it was his doing or the thing had just jammed.  Maybe the other guy on the end was now as terrified as he was.

Sucking in a deep breath, he crossed himself then shifted his aim to the muzzle flashes of the second machine gun.

OOC:

07:13, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 8,11,7,9 using 2d6,2d6,2d6,2d6. Damage 1,2,3,4. Damage = 12, 15, 11, 14
07:12, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 22,7,36,14,1 using 1d100,1d100,1d100,1d100,1d00. M249. Two Hits
07:12, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 6,52,22,44,1 using 1d100,1d100,1d100,1d100,1d00. M249. Two Hits

Started with 40 shots of ammo, now down to 30.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 18:49, Thu 31 Jan 2013.

With the second high-pitched single enemy rifle shot, the gunner of the M2 screamed out as his left arm was torn off by a sniper's bullet. Chunk's first instinct to help was overshadowed by Cpl Rigby's orders to fire, plus his own fear of what the enemy could do to their positon now that the .50 was silent.

Before he went down, the Ma Deuce gunner did a good job of clearing out the enemy infantrymen providing flank support for the two PKs. Before Spc Jackson fired again, he could see only a few muzzle flashes in addition to his target, the dreaded PK.

Taking aim, he let off a series of bursts that were short and effective. The Belgian-made weapon in American service shook in his hands as Chunk guided the assault rifle bullets to their targets with help of the tracers. The second PK stopped firing, as did one of the AK muzzle flashes next to it. Chunk actually felt a sigh of relief.

Like all things in Poland, his pleasure was short-lived. He heard the RPG round fired that hit his position, but he felt more than heard the high explosive antitank round as it struck the dirt a few meters in front of his firing postion. He felt warm, like he was swimming in a hot bath.

When he came to, he was on the floor of the trench he dug earlier. How many times in boot camp and later had he dug a fighting psotion? 10? 20? He struggled to get up, thinking about Drill Sergeants and AIT instructors who always told him doing it wrong would get him killed.

As Chunk floundered around like a fish in the bottom of a boat, he could hear the M2 back in action and figured one of Rigby's boys were behind it. When the sniper rifle went off again, the M2 stopped firing, and he had managed to steady himself in an attempt to stand up and try to find where his weapon had gone.

The question was, did he want to?

OOC:

-8 off of left arm, -5 off of right, and now Chunk's helmet and vest have cool battle scars...and pieces of SSSR metal made from ore all the way from the Ural mountains in them :)

Chunk stayed low in the foxhole.  He fished around, trying to find either Rigby, or his SAW.  As he did so, listened carefully to the sounds of combat to gauge how close the Soviet troops might be.

[Private to Niewiele Dupek: Let me know if I find Rigby and I'll do a med check to tournquet his arm. ]
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OOC:

Greap RPing mate. To clarify Chunk is in a seperate foxhole from the .50 pit. So, Jackson can't tell who or what is going on unless he pops his head out and or jumps into the pit next to his...it's a meter or two away from his pos max.

As far as the closeness of the Soviets, do an ESY:RCN for Chunk to figure out whether the badies are close enough to do more to him(although the RPG wasn't close and you saw what that did ;p). He was pounding away at both wings assaulting A, so he would proabably know what was happening before he was RPGed.

ND

Chunk stayed down in the foxhole.  Listening to the sounds of battle really didn't' help him.  In any event, he'd let the other guys carry the fight for a little bit.  He pulled out two bandages and tied off the shrapnel cuts to his arms.  If the Soviets got close, he would try to be ready.

OOC: 12:08, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 7 using 1d100. MED.

[Private to GM: lol, Chunk has 0 Recon - he's a bull in a china shop.  He'll probably pop up next turn to look around.]

Start the breathing

Stop the bleeding

Protect the wound

Treat for shock

The cannon cocker went through his training and applied first aid to himself in an effort that he could get back in the fight. While he was working on himself, bandaging up his arms, he didn't hear any friendly weapons coming from the A position.

Position D, however, was fighting back. There was still the belt-fed 'sixty' as it pounded away at the RPG gunner that took a swipe at Chunk. There were 16's meeting out semi auto fire in an effort to accurately repel the enemy assault. There were even shouts and taunts from Jackson's friends and co-workers towards the enemy in an effort to not only psyche themselves up for the battle, but to psyche the enemy out.

OOC:

INT roll please Mr. Soup

After bandaging up his wounds, Chunk pulled out his E-Tool, unfolded it and locked it open.   He took off his helmet, the ballistic nylon still warm with the heat of combat he had given off.  It was a well known fact that you lose 147% of your heat through your head, which is why you always had to wear a hat outside in the winter.

Chunk sat the helmet on top off the E-tool blade, the held at arms length, to one side of the foxhole.  Staying low, he raised his arm with the E-Tool, which raised the helmet, till the round part of the helmet was just a bit out of the foxhole.  Chunk waited to see if would take fire.

OOC: 22:54, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 5 using 1d20. INT roll (11 or under).  After three seconds, assuming the helmet lifted out of the foxhole on the E-tool hasn't taken fire,  Chunk will raise his unarmed head and take a quick peek out of the foxhole.

The problem with hunting humans is that they, like deer and other larger game, instinctively know when they are being hunted. When Chunk's helmet did not draw fire, Spc Jackson figured that if he was still the target of the enemy DM that was part of the two-pronged attack assaulting 2-21 FA, the enemy soldier could still in fact be lying in wait for him.

However, that theory was shaken when Chunk heard the big bore sniper rifle go off once more. The DM's new postion sounded more distant than it was before, and from the corresponding screams at D, Chunk surmised that his fellow artillerymen at D were the new target.

Chunk put his helmet back on and made the decision to shift over to the .50 cal position.  He hadn't found his SAW and didn't carry a sidearm.  Fighting infantry with an e-tool would be a last resort.  He hoisted himself up out of his hole, very ungracefully, and rolled then low crawled to the .50 cal position.

Chunk makes it to the .50 cal fighting position, tumbling over Rigby as he did so.  The Corporal had bled out, so in addition to all the fragmentation decording Jackson's vest, it was now had streaks of crimson on it.  The M2HB looked undamaged, and had half a belt of ammo still loaded in it.

Chunk took position on the .50 cal and opened up on the closest Soviet infantry squad.  The night lit up with tracers as the M2HB threw slugs of death toward the advancing communists.  These bastards had to pay -  for Rigby and the others.

OOC: Google distance shows the range between Chunk and the lead Soviet squad as 120 meters, which is short range.  His to hit number is 42.

23:06, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 24,29,56 using 1d100,1d100,1d100. CRM on the .50. Two hits
23:02, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 51,91,36 using 1d100,1d100,1d100. CRM. One hit

Damage should be 4d6 plus 6x4 (damage at close range)

23:11, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 17 using 4d6. Damage #3. Damage = 39
23:11, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 18 using 4d6. Damage #2. Damage = 40
23:11, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 12 using 4d6. Damage #1. Damage = 36

Assuming it started with 17 shots, it will be down to 11 at the end of the round.

Chunk's .50 cal burst effectively destroyed the closest squad, as the .50 cal rounds found multiple targets.  Off in the distance, an SVD went off and Chunk was hit in the right leg.

OOC: 18 pts of damage to Right Leg.  Feel free to open up on the second squad, as they are now advancing.  You don't see the sniper in the direction you are facing, but you can do a RCN check to try to locate him.

Chunk screamed out in pain before taking a deep breath and opening up on the 2nd squad.  Some of the rounds connected, but many went wide.

"Fucking asshole," Chunk muttered, wishing he could find that damn sniper.

OOC: Did I mention I hate this die roller?  No RCN for this character by the way.

15:54, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 17 using 4d6. Damage #2. Damage: 41
15:54, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 12 using 4d6. Damage #1. Damage: 36
15:53, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 23,59,9 using 1d100,1d100,1d100. CRM. Two hits

15:51, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 29 using 1d100. 2nd failure roll. Reg failure
15:51, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 39 using 1d100. Two possible cat failures. Reg failure
15:50, Today: SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson rolled 77,100,92 using 1d100,1d100,1d100. CRM, .50 cal. No hits, two possible cat failures

11 shots - 6.. down to 5 shots on the .50 cal

He wasn't from around here.  He wasn't even from the Ukraine.  He was Russian, raised in Yakutiya where his father served as a party apparatchik.  He had hunted and held a rifle since he was a boy.

When the .50 cal fire from position alpha had stopped, he has shifted his fire.  He thought all the American's there were dead or injured.  Anatoly was surprised when the heavy machine gun had started firing again.  It had cut down a squad in the time it had taken to shift his aim.  A fat capitalist pig was now mowing down another squad.  Anatoly was too late to save them as well. But these would be the last men this Yankee would kill tonight night.

The 7.62mm long round hit Chunk in the head.  The shot, from the front, wasn't intercepted by the fragment scarred ballistic helmet the cannon cocker wore.  Jackson had taken out two squads of Soviet infantry, but was himself, felled by a sniper's bullet.
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