Buying the Farm

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

There is a difference in trying not to move someone in your post and not moving someone in your post, just don’t put them in there, rather easy actually. As you didn’t move him in your map, I’ll go with that and the part in your post about Bargett will be voided, since that is what you were going for. It’s fine to give orders, give orders all day long, just don’t carry them out with your teammates…AHEM god modding AHEM!

The following actions have been made:

- Nikita’s rounds hit…trees…what did they ever do to you?

- Nikita and his men fell back, rounds from the mounted MG42 zipping by every once in a while, the gunner didn’t know where they were, but he wasn’t trying to hide either, a good healthy spray was in order, but turned up no luck.

Next post:Mac

-JT

[Mac Bargett]

There wasn’t anything he could do. With nothing to destroy the halftrack until the artillery was reloaded and at the ready, and with nothing to protect the squad from the MG but a forest of green trees and bushes, Sgt. Mac Bargett gave the order to fall back, away from the road and the pesky soft-armor. The 4 men turned tail and ran back into the brush just as Germans rushed in and started firing at them from behind. Pvt. Queen foolishly stopped running, turned around, and returned fire. The order to retreat evaporated as the other Americans swirled around and fired back as well. Mac fired his Thompson blindly, more concerned about giving out the orders to direct his men’s bullets then aiming his own. Reckless Queen was the only one to have a successful hit though, the sergeant observed, and the private fired an entire clip into an approaching German. Sgt. Bargett too had to reload, and in the second he glanced down to slide another mag into his sub-machine gun, a German was able to rush through the other privates’ hail of fire to impale the reloading Queen. As the private’s body fell, Mac’s Thompson rose. Caught in the moment, Mac felt nothing but recoil as a strong squeeze of the trigger shot a burst into dead Queen’s murdering kraut, turning Mac into just as murderous, and the Jerry just as dead.

Machine gun bursts into the forestry behind the Americans brought the halftrack back to Mac’s attention. He fired another blind burst from behind a tree at the MG’s sound, while at the same time giving his men a jambled order, “Covering fire! Fill the trees with lead! Fall back! Yoke!” And this time, the privates listened. The private north of Mac fell back first, after emptying his M1 at the shadow figures hiding behind trees and the MG gunner hiding on metal. The other private was next, and did the same thing, fire first, and flee. Then was Mac’s turn, and under the covering fire of the privates, he ran through the brush, up to Pvt. Yoke‘s position and dropped another empty mag, for a full one before firing again. Yoke was again the first one to retreat. When he saw the Russian ducked behind one of the trees, the private moved to take a position out of his comrades way. Now, crouched behind a tree himself, his rifle pinged as he ejected and then reloaded clips. He did not see the other private, already in his position behind a fallen tree trunk. Mac too was already moving after empting yet another clip into the trees. He only reloaded once he was behind a burly oak, twice the girth of himself.

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With the MG gunner’s attention on the Russian and the Radioman, the man trying to dig into the road, Pvt. Nan, thought it the best time to run for cover, and he jumped up and rushed towards the closest protection, the forest as the men in the building took the gunner’s preoccupation to steady their shots. Pvt. Fox shot like a cowboy, firing as many shoots through the half open door as possible, but Pvt. King took his time. Lying on his stomach, half-in-and-half-out the door, his jammed his rifle butt into his shoulder and rested the forend on his fist. Slowly, he flexed his left hand until the rifle rose up so the halfrack gunner was in the rear sight and just above the frontsight. He fired and the recoil pressed the rifle deeper into his shoulder. Again he took aim and fired, this time the black oval that was the gunner’s head was right on the stick. Finally, for the third shot, less then a second from the last one, he aimed right above the machinegun before firing. He then lowered the Garand and stuck up his head to admire his handy work, while also preparing to roll back into the building or fire again if necessary.



((OCC So everyone retreats while shooting at anything that moves. And the men in the building snipe. I might put up a clean map tomorrow, but then again I'm lazy.))

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Even though a lot has occurred this is going to be short, not that I actually don't have the time for once, but this post is easy to sum up.

- During all the running and blind fire, many small holes were dug and many trees were killed, many men ducked and many men feared...that was the extent of it.

- Pvt. King was the only soldier to hit...kinda.

- The soldiers first round created a loud twang off of the gunner's helmet, the helmet went flying, the gunner fell having been deafened by the ricochet but not shot, lucky man. He is dazed and thinking straight will take some time to accomplish.

Next Post: Luther

-JT

[William Luther]

Luther pressed himself in to the ground as the fire went up. He didn’t return fire, as there was just too much lead in the air for him to be able to get up and in to a stable firing position, he just lay there, calling encouragement to his allies. The bayonet charge hadn’t completely worked, and he just lay, spitting out dry earth as he formulated a plan. He’d been taught to use everything around him to his advantage and he went through what he had. Six men and a halftrack against a group of soldiers fleeing in to trees, not ideal, but far from a defeat, he thought, beginning to raise himself to his feet.

A loud ping announced a final bullet, and Luther leapt in to the rear of the halftrack, fearing the worst. Kappel was on the floor, looking a bit pale as he picked up his helmet. There was a definite dent in the metal, and Luther just smiled. “Sie sind ein lücksvogel. Sie ganz richtig?” A brief pale smile was the response, and Luther warmly clapped the soldier on his shoulder. Already, Klein had stood up from his perch by the ammunition and had pulled the MG42 into his shoulder, and sent a burst towards the house, aiming at the door for where the shots had come from.

Luther crawled along the floor to his haversack and flipped open the top, pulling out three objects. A spare canteen, a block of hexy fuel and a box of matches, an evil grin over his face as he pocketed the second item, and upturned the first, making sure it was empty. Those who had served with the NCO before new that this grin usually meant somebody was about to get hurt.

He raised his voice, making sure all of his guys could gear him. ” Hören Sie darin. Wir sind dabei, sie aus den Bäumen und auf der Straße zu rauchen. Ich will alle von Ihnen in Positionen, soviel Feuer zu stellen, unten wie möglich. Sie sind dabei, auf der Straße zu laufen, so will ich sie gedemütigt. Selbst wenn Sie gerade ihre Beine bekommen, fallen sie, und wir können sie vollenden.”

He climbed out the back, half bent as he moved around the side of the vehicle. He flipped open a panel. He moved around to the front of the vehicle and opened the bonnet, confident in the suppression to keep him clear. He felt around for the radiator hose and felt the two ends of it. They were simple pinch-and-twist ones and he obliged, detaching the hose and moving around the side. The driver followed him and unscrewed the fuel cap. Luther stuck one end of the hose in, and placed the other by his mouth. Almost gagging on the fumes of petrol, he sucked, and quickly placed the end in the canteen, siphoning the fuel out. Once the canteen was full, he squeezed the hose, cutting off the fuel and letting it fall back in to the tank. He screwed the lid on to the canteen and moved out the way. The driver quickly locked the flap and moved around the front of the halftrack, beginning to re-attach the hose ready to get in and turn on the engine.

He signalled for the guys on the ground to climb in to the halftrack, and they aimed their rifles over the armoured side, looking out for targets. Luther let his StG44 cross his back on the sling, and drew his handgun in it’s place, sliding back on the top for the thousandth time to make sure it was ready to fire, and flicked off the safety catch with his right thumb. Checking the canteen was still securely closed, he slipped it in to the canvas holder at his waist before setting off at a run, and making sure each pace touched on earth so he didn’t trip.

After a few meters, he slowed a bit, and peered through the trees. He could see a mess of uniforms where the Americans had gone, and he adjusted his grip on the pistol so it was firm in both hands, ready to fire. He kept one eye on the Americans as he circled around them. After a few brief mental calculations, he stopped, and crouched down, waiting a few seconds to see if there was any response. Confident he as fine, he unscrewed the canteen and began pouring it over a few trees, making sure the trail was strong between each tree. It only took a few seconds, but he had to be extremely careful none got on his clothing. Luther tapped the bottom of the canteen a few times after half a dozen trees had a coating, and put it back on his belt. He pulled out the hexy block, a square block of fuel and placed it in a small pile of petrol. It was a great firelighter, as it took about five seconds to properly blaze, which would be more than enough for Luther to get out of there. He pulled out the book of matches and lit one, cupping the flame with his hand. He dipped the end back in the box, and with a whoosh, the cardboards container was alight. He dropped it on to the small block of hexy, and as he saw the tell tale signs of the fire to begin, turned and started sprinting, his pistol in his right hands as he dodged between trees. Screw silence, he wanted to get away from it as quick as possible. It was very dry, with a few green branches here and there which would cause quite a bit of smoke.

He listened with each step, the growl of the halftrack guiding him on. The MG42 was still barking towards the building, but as Luther grew close, it was turned towards the treeline along the road, where the gunner guessed the enemy would emerge. The vehicle moved backwards slightly, so the nose was away from the trees, and Luther leapt in to the back, holstering his handgun and bringing the Assault Rifle around to bear. He squinted through the sights, a maniacal grin on his face. He loved arson, giving life to the mass of energy was such an awesome feel.

Translations

Sie sind ein Glücksvogel. Sie ganz richtig? – You’re one lucky bastard. You alright?

Hören Sie darin. Wir sind dabei, sie aus den Bäumen und auf der Straße zu rauchen. Ich will alle von Ihnen in Positionen, soviel Feuer zu stellen, unten wie möglich. Sie sind dabei, auf der Straße zu laufen, so will ich sie gedemütigt. Selbst wenn Sie gerade ihre Beine bekommen, fallen sie, und wir können sie vollenden. - Listen in. We're going to smoke them out of the trees and on to the road. I want all of you in positions to put as much fire down as possible. They're going to run on to the road, so I want them taken down. Even if you just get their legs, they'll fall and we can finish them off.

OOC: So, basically, fire is put towards the building, and a fire is started When the enemy presumably tries to gap it from the trees, we’ll attempt to mow them down.

Panzer divisions, (2nd SS Panzer, remember) wouldn’t put their vehicles out without basic things such as jump leads or fuel siphons, in case of emergencies, but if there is too much whining, I can always undo the radiator hose pout some fuel out then screw it back on.

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Lot of bullets went sailing toward the East.

- Lot of bullets kept sailing toward the East.

- Some hit trees.

- Some hit dirt.

- One hit a cow about a half mile off the map.

- Another hit a cat...in the front legs...cat face plants off of fences are hilarious!

- Luther got petrol on his pants when "siphoning"

- His pants never caught fire, but soon a nice rash will form, left inner thigh.

- There is a small fire in the woods, in time it will grow, in time things will die, in time smoke will billow, but not right now.



Next Post: Nikita

-JT

[Nikolai Feliksovich Alkeav]

Clean Map

A figure weaved in and out the trees in front of Nikita and the other men, but never presented a decent target for the Soviet. The Americans however didn't seem to care as their rifles ripped through the foliage toward the enemy, destroying hundreds of poor defenseless tree branches. The German didn't seem to be phased by the volume of fire as he went north and then back south. A strange sight that didn't seem to have any purpose at all.

Nikita regrouped mentally for moment, taking stock of the situation. His friendly forces were divided into two groups with a machinegun watching the open road between them. The artillery would take some time to reload and retarget the area. On top of that already bad situation, the enemy seemed concentrated in or around their halftrack. Nikita's options were quickly evaporating. He could try to order a retreat, but he'd lost face in front of his so-called allies. The alternative was to continue to try to hold off a better organized and better equipped force long enough to get more support, something Nikita was familiar with but still did not like. Nikita made his decision and could only hope that Bargett would cooperate. Alkeav moved forward toward Bargett's position.

"Sergeant Bargett," he said to get his attention while he put a fresh magazine into his rifle, "We need to retrieve your men from across the road. I will move to the west and try to divert the enemy's attention long enough for the stranded men to reach you. Once regrouped you can make an attack from the east while they are focused on me." Nikita's eyes met Bargett's once again. Bargett merely nodded but his eyes had an understanding and thankful air. Nikita checked his rifle once more before patting Bargett's shoulder and taking off the west.

The first thing Nikita noticed as he began his move was the soft glow coming from ground to the west, it was just as strange as the German who had run back and forth in front of them. Then Nikita realized what had really happened, the German was trying to smoke them out. Silly little German. Nikita approached the newborn line of flames and skirted around it to the north and followed it back down south halfway to the treeline before changing course to appear further to the west; the whole time trying his best to keep a tree between himself and the halftrack in the hopes of approached unnoticed.

By the time Nikita reached the treeline he was several meters away for the half-track and quite winded. He had to stop and collect himself for a moment while praying that luck was on his side. After a few deep breaths he peeked out from behind the tree to get a rough estimate of the range to the halftrack and ducked back behind the tree. Nikita removed the grenade from his hip and removed the pin carefully as to not make too much noise making sure he had a tight grasp on the handle. He closed his eyes and prayed again before letting the handle fly off into the grass below and counted to three before stepping to the side and flinging the grenade at the half-track hoping that it exploded over them peppering everyone inside with shrapnel. As soon as the grenade left his hand he knelt down and brought his rifle to bear on the halftrack resting in against the tree to steady his aim. He waited for anyone to poke there heads out or try to escape from the rear.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Run Niki run!

- And run he did.

- All the way to the bad guys playground.

- And was nice enough to play catch with them.

- But they can't catch.

- They can only scream and jump...well Luther can throw...his own men...well on of them anyway.

- Nikita pretty much just single-handedly turned this one.

- Luther spotted him vaguely, once he completed a double take he knew for sure. As he reached over blindly and grabbed the first person he could he started tripping over the words "Get out!" in German of course.

- The closest soldier to him was a Corporal, who looked at Luther's side profile, saw the fear and just jumped over the side as quickly as he could yelling for everyone to bail, Luther flew right behind him.

- The dazed soldier was helped up to get out, but he and his almost savior were dusted (killed) as the grenade exploded slightly before wanted, but close enough to do the damage hoped for.

- The third Private was halfway over the side of the half-track when the grenade went off, his legs and hind quarters were peppered with hot steel, creating gashes, he won't be able to move...pretty much at all without help.

- The Corporal pulled a muscle in his calf landing, but nothing major.

- Luther is starting to think his parents were part cat...his nine lives are dwindling rapidly.

- Realizing he and his men were in a horrible position now, he rushed them into the piles of rubble where the old farm was, taking cover amoungst the debris and craters.

- The driver of the vehicle is alone, but is watching Nikita's position very closely, he doesn't know precisely where the enemy is, but is considering a bit of blind fire.

Next Post: Mac

-JT

[Mac Bargett]

The Americans watched as shadows paced the trees a few yards away, but they could do nothing but send inaccurate volleys through the dark greenery as they waited for the bayonet charge, a charge that never came. Mac was crouched behind his tree, searching between the brush for any sign of the German attack when he heard the distinct sound of a rifle reload behind him. It was the Soviet.

Sergeant Bargett," the Russian explained, "We need to retrieve your men from across the road. I will move to the west and try to divert the enemy's attention long enough for the stranded men to reach you. Once regrouped you can make an attack from the east while they are focused on me."

Mac nodded and Lt. Alkaline moved off into the brush as the Sergeant stood up to address his men, “Alright, he may be a Russian, but he’s a brave Russian. Nan,” Mac pointed to the private who just came up from the building, “Go back down and get the boys in the shed. Tell them to take positions on the east side of that fence. And you two,” Mac’s attention moved onto the other privates, “Come with me, we’re talking out that halftrack.” He gave a wave, and the privates left their defensive positions to follow their squad leader into the brush.

Quickly, they moved through the forest as quiet as possible and hoped that the light crunch of twigs under their feet and the jingle of ammo snapping into canteens did not reach German ears. They suddenly broke out into a run when they left the protection of the last tree to cross the road, and just as they laid their backs against the thick fence planks, an explosion erupted from the halftrack’s direction. “There goes the Russian.” Mac thought to himself as he turned to the man on his left. “Pete, what do you see?” The private peeked his head past the rotting fencepost for a quick second before replying, “the halftrack doesn’t have a gunner, and there’s a body in front of it, looks kind of Ger...”

“Germans on my side,” the private to Mac’s right interrupted.

“What? Where? Mac tried to peek through the tight boards behind him, but the other side of the fence blocked his view. Charlie had to fill him in, “They got position in the barn’s rubble, I saw them in the nearest crater, not sure about the others.”

“Alright Charlie,” Mac took a second to collect this thoughts, “We need to take that halftrack, You’re gonna give covering fire from the other side of this fence and Pete will go and rush in from the rear.”

“Sounds like my last date, Peter joked.

“I bet. Now don’t go to first base until you hear the covering fire. Get ready.”

The two privates moved down the fence to the other side of the post, just as the other privates rushed over and took positions still warm from Yoke and Baker. Mac gave them their orders, “Fox and King, stay here, there’s some Germans in the craters over there, lay down some covering fire once you hear the orders. Nan, you stick with me.”

Mac jumped up and lead Nan, Yoke, and Baker along the fence. He held his Thompson chicken winged below his shoulder and pointed it towards the body by the halftrack, waiting to be able to tell if it‘s alive or dead. Suddenly, it moved, and Mac jumped up out of the squatting postion with his Thompson locked into his joint. Nan followed suit as Yoke and Baker continued to move into their position at the other end of the fence.

The Sergeant scanned the target. He looked injured, and Mac couldn’t see his gun, and because he wanted to save lives more then take, he called out, “Stellen Sie Ihre Hände auf Ihren Kopf, und keine plötzlichen Bewegungen!” before switching back to English, “Nan, watch the prisoner.” The private kept his rifle pointed towards the injured man as he slowly started to walk over.
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Fox and King took Mac’s German as the order to fire, and started to pound the German positions with the fury of their M1 rifles. Now, with the other privates giving covering fire, Pete leaped up from behind the fence and made a mad dash to the halftrack, and once he was out of the way, Baker started firing at the and the craters or anything that could hide a German. Mac squatted next to him and also started firing towards the empty lot, placing well aimed bursts into the nearest crater, always ducking back under cover after firing 3 or four rounds. Once Pvt. Yoke reached the halftrack he emptied his mag into the Germans, mostly towards driver, but he did fired volley a few shots into the corpses before jumping in and pulling the door shut behind him, before he reloaded.

As the covering fire continued, Mac cradled his Thompson so he could pull the pin of the grenade he grabbed from his jacket. After he released the lever and waited a second, he tossed it towards the nearest crater, and as he picked up his Thompson again, a prayer came to his mind,

“Oh Lord, bless this hand grenade, so it may finish the fighting, and the death.”

-Translations-

“Stellen Sie Ihre Hände auf Ihren Kopf, und keine plötzlichen Bewegungen”
Put your hands on your head, and no sudden movements

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have occurred:

- First off, Mac, there was no body on the ground next to the Half-track, Luther rushed everyone that made it out across the street for cover.

- You never shouted at him in German as he wasn't there.

- So there are three German's in the Rubble.

- Mac also didn't know there was a driver, actually the only people that know the driver is in the vehicle are the German's, but you will notice him within this mod.

- So the Allies took up positions to the East of the Germans and began firing. A lot.

- Nikita wasn't too sure who all was moving away from the Half-track and almost shot one of the Allied soldiers, a quick sigh of relief set his nerves to calm.

- Mac and his men put a heavy amount of fire on the men in the rubble as they moved around them for the kill. it never came as they were split amoungst the craters, Luther with the wounded man and the Corporal by himself.

- The Allies also moved to take the Half-track but the driver having crawled out into the back also knowing the potential of the MG42 caught the man coming up from the rear by surprise, both of their eyes widened, but the German was already getting ready to fire on Mac and his men, at semi close range and the German being the only one of the pair knowing there was someone to shoot at got the jump, his round passed through the center mass of the Allied Private, he crumpled to the ground.

- Luther and his remaining men were able to put up enough fire, and along with the kill shot from the driver, was enough to repel the Allied rush.

- Mac and his men pulled back to the fence/long building area.

- Luther and his men are pretty shaken given the events that have occurred since the fire was started, the driver included.

- Nikita is wondering how it has all turned out as he is pretty much off on his own.

Next Post: Luther



-JT

[William Luther]

Luther lay in the small crater, sticking his StG44 over the rim, and squeezing the trigger, stabilising the weapon with his left hand on the butt and sending blind bursts over towards the enemy, for nothing more than suppression. He heard a crack from the Halftrack, and peered up, but smiled as the driver stood with a smoking weapon and an Allied soldier fell in front of him. He looked down to the soldier by his feet, bleeding from the legs, and Luther just patted him reassuredly. The Private just looked up and smiled, grimacing through pain. Luther grabbed a bandage from his beltkit and passed it to the man, who quickly unwrapped it and began tying it around the top of his right leg to try and stem the blood loss.

Corporal Frankfurter in his hole was lying up on the edge, firing off his 98k, grimacing with each shot, a mixture of hate and fear running through him. He’d been in worse situations, before, and was quite confident he could get through it.

The Halftrack driver, Hertz smiled slightly as the American crumpled. He looked at the wounded soldier and felt a twinge of compassion. He reached down, and pulled at the torso of the shoulder, dragging him in to the back of the vehicle. He grabbed the American rifle, and hit the soldier around the head a few times until he saw a loss of consciousness, and quickly threw the weapons in to the front of the halftrack. With a quick glance back at the passenger, got in to his seat and pushed on the accelerator, allowing the vehicle to reverse back over the road and jump about slightly on the rubble. First trench he reached was Corporal Frankfurter’s. The vehicle came between him and the American’s firing, and he quickly hopped in, kicking the American as he crawled behind cover. He grabbed the American’s M1 rifle and pointed it over the top of the vehicle blindly, and emptied the en bloc, letting it fly out with a ping. He grabbed another one from the wounded soldier, and forced it in.

The vehicle kept moving, and Frankfurter crawled towards the edge of the back. The vehicle stopped again, next to Luther and the Private. He reached out, grabbing the private’s arms, and pulling him in as Luther pushed. The Sturmscharfuhrer himself hopped in, cradling his StG44 as he looked at the prisoner. He considered questioning, but decided it could wait. He simply looked at the private. ” Stellen Sie sicher, dass dieser Kerl nicht ein Problem ist.” The Private let out a breath as he drew his knife and held it to the throat of the Yank. Luther grabbed the doors of the vehicle, and slammed them shut, pushing on the locking mechanism. Frankfurter pushed his way over to the MG42 and yanked on the cocking handle before standing up, making sure nothing was poking over the large shield and peered through the crack. He twisted to the side, and saw where the main source of fire had come from – next to a large fence. He squeezed the trigger, letting out a large three second burst before refining it with double taps. Luther looked the other way, and saw a figure in the trees. He squinted along the top of the StG44 and sent out burst towards it, trying to nail the target. As the vehicle came on to the road, he fired over the back, stabilising himself as the driver gunned it along the road. He crouched down, his guy first as he pulled out another bandage to begin administering first aid.


Translations

Stellen Sie sicher, dass dieser Kerl nicht ein Problem ist. – Make sure this guy isn’t a problem.

OOC: So, basically. 1) Driver pulls prisoner in to the halftrack, knocks him out. If he can’t knock him out in a few seconds, he’ll headshot the bugger. 2) Reverses to the Corporal. He gets in, begins firing. 3) Luther and Pvt get in, MG42 and StG44 fire towards Mac and then Nikita. I don’t think a map is necessary, as we just decided to bugger off. Consider Luther, Pvt and Cpl firing all the time. Thank you.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made:

- Short and sweet.

- Luther and his men got out.

- There were actually people shot on both sides, but nothing that would have killed anyone before he got away and everyone could tend to the wounded.

- No P.O.W. was taken as the man was killed by the shot...guess I'll spell things out a bit better in the future.

The following CP hass been issued:

DEFEAT!

Luther - Although rather well fought, this is still a loss in your books, 22CP 2 kills, 5 losses

Krause - Hey, you showed up...coward, 2CP

VICTORY!

Nikita - Rather well led and you successfully pulled off a dumb, insane, bit of bad assery, you got lucky, 34CP 2 kills, 0 losses

Mac - Again, did a good job, and tried to pull some good stuff out at the end as well, you were a bit more logical about it, but your move did't work, 30CP 3 kills, 2 losses



All around one of the best battles I've modded, lot of aspects in it as well from certs and grenades to indirect fire and light armor.

Thanks for a fun battle guys

-JT