SPC Brian 'Chunk' Jackson:
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.
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 :)