Closing the Gap!

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

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McMillan looked on as his commander came under heavy fire and scooted about the battlefield returning fire when he had the chance, oddly enough the Germans had not tried to run their heavy vehicles down their throats. Well it's their mistake and I'm gonna take advantage of that before it is too late. He thought as he and Wiseman ducked into the building where the rest of the squad was waiting for orders.

"Well men, the Germans didn't feel the need to cross the bridge and have instead backed up and seem to have set up on the north side of the river. I don't know why but I do know that we have a very small window to try and pull off something that may turn out to be a grave mistake. You four, once I get out the door exit the far side of this building and get to the river bank, once Wiseman, Fox and I start firing on that Half-Track, get across that little river as fast as you can. We have a chance to flank them and I want it done thirty seconds ago, got it?!" He looked about his men and saw some of them having blank stares some shook a bit and a few just wiped away the sweat and waited to get it done. "Their vehicles should keep you out of their sight, we will do our best to keep that gunner occupied." They all acknowledged the order by nodding or getting up or something along those lines. McMillan turned to Wiseman and nodded. Wiseman and Fox jumped up and bolted out the door, McMillan following closely behind them.

The other men all looked at each other and then turned without saying a word, they knew it was a risky move but they also knew that they were at a disadvantage and had to get the upper hand as quickly as possible. they sprinted as if the boat home was waiting for them at the river bank, but got close to the rocks and hit the dirt. Barely having enough time for two breaths They heard McMillan's MP44 open up first, followed soon by a pair of Lee-Enfields, they slid into the river trying their best to not draw any attention from the gunner and swam toward the opposite bank of the river. They had all left their boots and packs in the building, most of them had taken off their shirts as well, all they hoped to need was ammunition and their weapons, so that is all they took, and a few canteens.

McMillan slid to a stop just short of the small fountain wall, to his right he could see Fox leaning against a tree, checking his chamber so he knew he was ready to fire. McMillan, staying on one knee, shifted his weight a bit forward to keep the recoil low and set his sights onto the roof of the vehicle, slowly raising them to align with the lowest button of the gunner's uniform he could see and slowly squeezed the trigger, keeping his assault rifle tucked tightly into his shoulder. McMillan let out a quick burst of five rounds, Wiseman was the next to shoot. McMillan brought his sights back onto the gunner and let three more rounds lose as Fox fired his shot. Fox wasn't going to fire again, he was the most exposed and didn't want any attention. Wiseman fired a second round and ducked back behind the fountain before chambering another round. McMillan then just kept firing bursts in the direction of the vehicle, not aiming at much in particular, just trying to keep them from noticing the rest of his men. When his magazine was empty he ducked behind the fountain as well and reloaded.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Following Actions have been made;

CSM, McMillan:

*Remember, McMillan has a Veteran Infantryman Cert’*
(Just stating it for the record; so double accuracy)

• Firing consecutive bursts of fire towards the enemy gunner on the halftrack, the bullets thumped and bounced from the hard halftrack exterior, drawing the attention towards McMillan - But no doubt the Gunner didn't miss sight of four figures running for the riverbank.
  
  - One bullet from McMillan's First bout of fire ripped through the Bruno Schmitz’s (Halftrack Gunner’s) chest, Exiting the torso. The bullet ripped through the left side of the Gunner’s torso, knocking him from off the weaponry almost instantly from the impact. Although this may serve as a good thing, having the weapon unmanned, the rest of McMillan’s bullets had no effect - Obviously due to no target manning the weapon.
  
  - Bruno Schmitz has a collapsed left lung due to the bullet ripping straight through him and excessive bleeding. Without further medical attention in the next few posts, this unit may die or pass unconscious due to the circumstances.
  

McMillan NPCs:

• Firing bouts of fire towards the Halftrack, their bullets served little purpose, as McMillan’s first bout of firing rendered the gunner wounded.
  

NEXT POST, WOLFRAM!
~Danny[/color]

[Daniel Brennan]

Just asking; Do you want me to mark? I have actually been keeping track of this thread while on holidays, so I don't need to do a load of catching-up reading.

Hey DAN-BOY!
You're more than welcome to mod-mark this, otherwise, I'll keep modding it. Just make sure you take into consideration JT's Certificate and Wolfram's Certificate when mod-marking.

It's no biggie if you want me to keep Modding this; Not like I haven't been keeping up to tabs with my own battle thread now.
~Danny

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

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“Huurrgghh!”, Schütze Schmitz cried out from the sudden assault rifle round that pierced straight through his chest, knocking the man completely from his feet. The loud thumping noise of his body collapsing against the hard plated bottom of the halftrack was almost as unbearable to listen too, as to that of the bullet zipping straight through his chest. Soon enough, the young Schütze began to kick his feet against the back of the halftrack’s cab, crying out in sheer pain and agony. “Er ist noch lebend... Er ist noch lebend…” murmured out Rottenführer Gerwulf, as he clutched at his auburn brown Karbiner, shuffling a little against the weight of his feet, glaring towards the halftrack in a held anxiety.

Unterscharführer Heinrich turned upon his heels quickly, stepping back a little in fear he’d be sniped by the gunner too. He wasn’t exactly crouched behind cover, glancing towards the Sturmbannführer a little, he remained quiet, awaiting for some orders, sensing the Sturmbannführer’s track of thought kick into overdrive. “Unterscharführer! Gehen Sie erhält ihn! Jetzt!” he ordered quickly and loudly, before stepping cautiously towards the edge of the building he was standing behind to peer out from, flagging his hand out towards Rottenführer Gerwulf - “Gehen Sie Hilfe ihn!”. The young man nodded and clutched at his rifle tightly, taking one last look over the crates, before darting off towards the running Unterscharführer.

Whilst the two men made it towards the back of the halftrack, swinging open the doors some to rescue their fallen comrade, Sturmbannführer Wolfram turned to his Communication Officer and leaned in some to speak clear and loudly to him with a direct persona. “Kontaktieren Sie Sturmscharführer Luther auf Frequenz zwei-vier-neun, erwartet er für unsere Ankunft und, die wir mit seiner Hilfe hier Sofort machen können! Wir sind aus gezählt, aus hat geschossen und wir brauchen jenen Tiger, sie in Hälfte zu brechen!” bellowed out the Sturmbannführer as the Radio Officer nodded quickly, falling to one knee as he began to twist some turnstiles on the heavy pack, before picking up the receiver to make the call.

Without anymore of a wait, the Sturmbannführer watched as his two Non-Commissioned Officers carry the wounded soldier back towards the makeshift medical room, his feet moving onto their tails as he stood at the doorway, watching the two men place the wounded gunner onto the ground. “Doktor! Er ist Verwundeter gewesen und ich werde Ihre Bahre barers brauchen, der Brücke zuzuschauen. Ich bin, den Feind und die Verstärkungen Abzufangen, ist auf fälligem Kurs - ich werde mit Ihnen auf meiner Rückkehr sprechen” he said quickly, before nodding somewhat towards the Doctor in acknowledgment to his duty. He knew they must break the enemy now, with a Tiger-Tank rolling down the throats, they’d be crushed like cattle to the slaughter!

Turning and walking from out of the doorway, with his two senior men following in toe, he took off his officer’s cap and tossed it towards the Radio Officer standing by the wall, busy in a call. Undoing his tunic some and ruffling out the battle-dress as to try and conceal his high stature some with the mess of his posture, he hoped it would riddle him for being a prime target. “Hans! Sie werden, Unterscharführer Sie werden aufstellen das Gewehr treiben, aber stellen nicht es auf meinem Befehl auf! Sie werden geschossen werden, wo Sie sonst stehen. Der Rest von Ihnen, sitzt dicht im hinteren und folgt meinem Blei, während er auf der Gegenteilseite dockt. Bewegen wir jetzt! Gehen Sie!” he ordered, watching as the men quickly jumped up and began running towards the halftrack, the Sturmbannführer quickly following after he’d grabbed his MP44 leaning against the wall, his posture low as he ran quickly.

Jumping into the cab and listening as everyone else jumped in, he slid his body down some in the seat and watched as the Driver done the same. Starting the engine, Hans kicked the accelerator and with a governing speed, began to throttle across the bridge hastily -- the Sturmbannführer grabbed at the steering wheel as soon as they passed it, yanking it sideways to turn quickly towards a tactical error he’d witnessed earlier. Men in the open. Thumping his leather gloved hand against the riddled back of the cab, he shouted “FEUER, FEUER, FEUER!” and with that, the Unterscharführer leapt up to the gunnery, sweeping the MG42 off towards the four open men, bare backed against the rocks and pulled the trigger, spraying numerous bullets towards their direction, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open as he tried not to get deafened by the heavy machinery noise of the gunnery.

Suddenly, the Sturmbannführer leant out of the window and began spraying his MP44 towards the bodies at the embankment, wasting at least half of his ammunition in the magazine on hitting any of them that dared to run towards his direction for cover. “AUF MIR! LASSEN Sie USA GEHEN!” and with that, Wolfram jumped out of the cab and watched as his men climbed over the side of the halftrack, following him towards a cradle of crates, falling behind them quickly.


* I’ve requested Reinforcements // And please take my certification into consideration please, my NPCs do just as much damage as McMillan (double accuracy right?) and one them is mowing down 4 enemies a few foot away, plus I’m shooting at them too with a MP44... I just wanted to remind you guys, that’s all. THANKS! *


Translations:[/b]

Er ist noch lebend... Er ist noch lebend...
~ He's still alive... He's still alive...

Unterscharführer! Gehen Sie erhält ihn! Jetzt!
~ Sergeant! Go get him! Now!

Gehen Sie Hilfe ihn!
~ Go help him!

Kontaktieren Sie Sturmscharführer Luther auf Frequenz zwei-vier-neun, erwartet er für unsere Ankunft und, die wir mit seiner Hilfe hier Sofort machen können! Wir sind aus gezählt, aus hat geschossen und wir brauchen jenen Tiger, sie in Hälfte zu brechen!
~ Contact Sturmscharführer Luther on Frequency two-four-nine, he's awaiting for our arrival and we can do with his help here Immediately! We are out numbered, out gunned and we need that Tiger to break them in half!

Doktor! Er ist Verwundeter gewesen und ich werde Ihre Bahre barers brauchen, der Brücke zuzuschauen. Ich bin, den Feind und die Verstärkungen Abzufangen, ist auf fälligem Kurs - ich werde mit Ihnen auf meiner Rückkehr sprechen.
~ Doctor! He has been wounded and I will be needing your stretcher barers to watch the bridge. I am to Intercept the enemy and reinforcements is on due course - I will speak to you upon my return.

Hans! Sie werden, Unterscharführer Sie werden aufstellen das Gewehr treiben, aber stellen nicht es auf meinem Befehl auf! Sie werden geschossen werden, wo Sie sonst stehen. Der Rest von Ihnen, sitzt dicht im hinteren und folgt meinem Blei, während er auf der Gegenteilseite dockt. Bewegen wir jetzt! Gehen Sie!
~ Hans! You will be driving, Unterscharführer you will mount the gun, but do not mount it until my command! You will be shot where you stand otherwise. The rest of you, sit tight in the back and follow my lead as he dock on the opposite side. Now let's move! Go!

FEUER, FEUER, FEUER!
~ FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!

AUF MIR! LASSEN Sie USA GEHEN!
~ ON ME, LET’S GO!

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Sorry, to ruin your parade, Wolfram, but McMillan did say that his units were already in the water and swimming towards the other bank. They weren't just standing there!
And McMillan, would you mind naming the units that died? I looked through all your previous posts and Hawks was the only one I was certain was there.

The following Actions have been made;

Major Wolfram:

• Making a rather ambitious charge with the halftrack, the men at the river were notified by the sound of the halftrack coming and had time to panic and increase their speed before Sergeant Heindrich and the MG-42 were upon them.
  
  
• Multiple bullets ripped through the water around the men who were half way across by now. Two privates were killed by the bullets straight away and a third recieved wounds from five different bullets across his person. It was very unlikely that he would have survived anyway, but Major Wolfram's bullets finished the job.
  
  
• Private Hawks (I think) did manage to swim in terror to the other side without incurring any wounds, but the manouver was basically a failure.
  
  
• The radio operator who had been instructed to get to Luthen failed at getting through, due to static.
  

~Dan [/COLOR]

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

OOC: Just so you know, I have used the proper medical procedures for both operations and officers did have 12 rubber tubes in their med-bags. Most medical units were also supplied with the smelling salts and pervitin that I have used. The man with the pneumothorax, or the collapsed lung should, by medical standards, be stable assuming I carried out his surgery correctly and cleanly.

As the fire-fight continued Doktor Vlakte took a deep breath and took his jacket off after he put Schwarze to sleep. He was sweating from the heat and anxiety to an extreme. He stepped back to the body that stood in front of him as he heard a loud burst of fire come from the half-track followed by much yelling. Dieedrik, without looking, began his duty. It was a simple operation; he would remove the bullet, bandage the wound and give the man smelling salts to bring him about. He loudly spoke to Friedhold, whom stood across from the doctor, “Schließkloben, jetzt.” Dieedrik took the clamp from the man’s hand and used it to keep the jacket open over the wound before he took another clamp and quickly dug it into the wound. He put it deep enough that he feel the bullet before he opened the clamp and grasped the piece of evil lead and clamped down tightly on the thing. The doctor thought unconsciously to himself; he was running out of time. He yanked the clamp up, keeping the tight grip on the pesky piece. Dieedrik brought the bloody bullet up still tightly held in the clamp before he tossed it to the side and gave the new orders, “Scherbaum, bandagieren Schwarz und bieten er ein Salz.” Friedhold was already preparing for another patient.

Friedhold had the right idea, since Gerwulf and Heinrich were bringing new wounded. It was Schmitz. Sturmbannführer Wolfram came after them and looked through the door to give Dieedrik his orders. Doktor Vlakte looked to the stretcher-bearers that were standing around and began ordering them, “Ihr gehört der Sturmbannführer. Gehen auß da, jetzt. Schnell, schnell!!” The stretcher-bearers rushed out the door with their rifles to the bridge as the rest of the men were loading into the half-track leaving Doktor Vlakte to his new patient. Friedhold and Scherbaum lifted the man onto the crates so Dieedrik could get a look at him.

The man had a puncture wound and a collapsed lung. He would drown in his own blood if he wasn’t taken care of, meaning he couldn’t be sedated since he blood pressure would go down. Doktor Vlakte looked to Friedhold, “ablegen sein Hemd abzüglich,” he said loudly as he turned and put on a pair of latex gloves. After he got back, he looked at the boy and began the operation, “anführen mich eine Salpinx und ein Skalpell. Friedhold, machen eine Herznadel zu baute das Flair von seine Lunge.” Scherbaum handed the doctor a rubber tube and a scalpel as Schütze Friedhold got out an empty cardiac-needle and began pressuring the air out of the man’s lung. The doctor took the scalpel and made an incision beneath the man’s armpit, letting the blood rush out and began inserting the tube to drain the blood and let air into the lung from a controlled point. After inserting the tube, Doktor Vlakte began bandaging the wound in the man’s chest. He placed cotton in the wound before he put a top bandage over it and turned the man on his side to bandage the exit wound. Laying the man on his back again the doctor looked him in the face and spoke to the man almost in a whisper, “Schmitz, schlaffen Sie nicht.” The doctor then pulled out another syringe and injected the man with some pervitin to keep him awake.

Doktor Vlakte finally moved away from the table and ordered the Schmitz be put on the floor to make room for another patient if the need be. He walked to the door and looked out to see his men standing behind the large wooden crates and watching the bridge, making sure that the allies didn’t ram men down their throats. The doctor hurried back into the building and looked at the two men on the floor. Schwarz was waking up and nearly ready to pick up a rifle and join Doktor Vlakte’s men protecting the bridge.

Translations:
“Schließkloben, jetzt.”
~Clamps, now.

“Scherbaum, bandagieren Schwarz und bieten er ein Salz.”
~Scherbaum, bandage Schwarz and give him a salt.

“Ihr gehört der Sturmbannführer. Gehen auß da, jetzt. Schnell, schnell!!”
~You heard the Sturmbannführer. Get out there, now. Quickly, quickly!!

“ablegen sein Hemd abzüglich,”
~Take his shirt off.

“anführen mich eine Salpinx und ein Skalpell. Friedhold, machen eine Herznadel zu baute das Flair von seine Lunge.”
~Hand me a tube and a scalpel. Friedhold, use a cardiac-needle to get the air out of his lung.

“Schmitz, schlaffen Sie nicht.”
~Schmitz, don't go to sleep.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Y'know, you could be making all this medical stuff up and I wouldn't have a clue. Well, it sounds fine to me!


The following Actions have been made;

Doctor Vlakte:

• The Doctor did succeed in removing the bullet from the injured man and then safely bandaging up the wound. The unit will be able to join the rest of the soldiers by the next axis post, with liabilities of course.
  
  
• The surgery with Private Schmitz, did turn out OK as well, but the unit will be in no condition to fight for the rest of the battle.
  
  
  
  

~Dan
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[Daniel Brennan]

Next post: Captain Brentwood!

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

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OOC: So sorry guys! I honestly forgot all about this thread! Forgive me.


Captain Brentwood impatiently observed the scene up ahead, watching as the Sergeant Major came springing from out of the building, firing short bursts off towards the halftrack. A good few men also caught the lisp of his eye, as he watched them hurry to the embankment with hardly any gear, climbing over the dumbfound rocks and slipping into the river. “What’s he doing? They’re going to be knackered the time they get across” mumbled the Captain Brentwood to himself as he quickly pulled up his binoculars, watching as the German soldiers hurried into the halftrack - “Oh god no!” he slipped out unconsciously, as he watched the Halftrack come brawling over the wooden bridge, before ramming it’s self down McMillan’s throat, the apparent MG42 opening up fire, but the Captain couldn’t see if there were any casualties or not.

Suddenly, as if by surprise, the Radio Man sprung out with “Artillery standing by - Sir!”, the mouthpiece of the radio equipment huddled against his chest as he awaited a reply from the Captain, who seemed to be in complete awe’ with the German push. “Radio the coordinates in for that building over there…” he said quickly, with half a point up front, before continuing “I’ll be damned if I’d let their reinforcements run down our necks next” he said huskily, utterly unaware of the Red-Cross inside the building, his mind fully set on ridding the enemy completely. With that, Radio Man Watts leaned down into the mouthpiece and began rallying instructions, before he stopped to look at the Captain. “Binoculars sir!” he requested adamantly, his hand extended. Captain Brentwood unravelled the strap from around his neck and thumped it into the Radio Man’s grasp, who in turn pulled it up to his eyes and began talking into the blower again upon the coordinates.

Soon as the Radio Man finished, Captain Brentwood yanked the gearbox into gear and hit the acceleration, talking towards the Radio Man as he done so. “I want you to take cover in this building up ahead Jordan, you’re my only hope on nailing them ruddy bastards!” he said firmly, pulling up alongside the building sharply, patting Jordan on the back in a signal to get out quickly. The Radio Man climbed out heavily with his gear, but regained composure as he huddled the radio equipment that wasn’t hanging from his back and hurried into the building - meanwhile, Captain Brentwood pulled away on the go, glancing up towards his rear gunner, Private Belsing in the process to shout out “Nail the bastards Private! And hold on!”, with that, Captain Brentwood to yanked the steering wheel sideways and hit the break into the curve, that spun out the jeep to be facing the opposite way. Private Belsing fumbled against the gunnery a little, but held tight against it’s bonds, before realigning his sights to suddenly pull the trigger upon the 30.cal.

The browning 30.cal roared into life, as he sprayed the rear of the halftrack, trying to hit the back of the gunner on the halftrack in the process. Whilst Private Belsing was ramming a good few shells down the back of their necks, the Captain yelled out towards what was left of the disbanded squad. “GET INTO SOME COVER!” - he didn’t initially want them to fallback, due to the fact they’d be nailed as they ran into the tree-line, but for now, the least they could do was regroup or get into a proper defensive cover and with aid of the 30.Cal covering their hinds, he hoped it bought them enough time.

Hitting the accelerator and yanking the gear into place, the Captain pulled away sharply and turned the steering wheel to dive behind a building, out of sight to the Halftrack, but still in sight for the bridge. At least the 30.Cal would be useful if anyone dared to cross it or run back, plus, he was hoping he could reinforce the broken squad with some extra firepower if needed…

* Called in Artillery and if you haven’t named the wounded already, you can use; NPC Harry P. Fledger, NPC Jimmy A. Fox, NPC Sid H. Keithly. That’s if McMillan doesn’t name otherwise *

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:

Ok, so the following people are deaded: Harry P. Fledger, Jimmy A. Fox, Sid H. Keithly.

The following Actions have been made;

Captain Brentwood:



Again using hit and run tactics, Brentwood did succeed in getting up close to the enemy quickly and Private Belsing's burst of MG fire did completely surprise Sergeant Heindrich.


Two bullets penetrated the German Sergeant at nearly the same time. One of them was sent into his right leg just above the knee, which exited through the back, shattering a couple of bones as it went by. The other slit a small, centimetre deep scratch on the side of his right shoulder. The two shots jerked him forward into the MG42 (Causing a minor bruise) and then he collapsed backwards onto the floor, which is why he didn't aquire any more injurys.


The man is in no current danger of falling unconscious (Due to the fact of him being a Sergeant) and he would still be able to fight as long as he didn't have to move, but there is a lot of blood being lost through the hole in his leg.


Due to the regular sounds of battle and the sounds of the engine, as well as a small bit of static, Jordan Watts transmission wasn't heard clearly by the radioman at the other end. The man has asked him to repeat his request.



~Dan

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan watched as the gunner fell back into the back of the German vehicle but froze for a second as he saw a man jump into it, an all too familiar man No, it can't be... he thought as a blonde with overly shiny boots jumped in with a few men and the engine came to life, he snapped back to reality. Swinging his head over, he could see some water splashing up but couldn't see the men in the river, it was too late for them to turn back but he looked over toward the tree screaming "Get back here!" waving his arm as the Half-Track cleared the bridge. It pulled on by as if they weren't even there. The MG42 opened up toward the river as McMillan heard the jeep coming screaming down the road and open up as well, there were multiple screams coming from the direction. Now if any men had made it across, they didn't have too much to flank, nor any direction of what to do.

"Come on we can't let them out flank us!" he yelled at the two men that were still close enough to hear him. As they moved away from the fountain and close to the house they heard a shot ring out from across the river, Wiseman looked over but McMillan knew it was what ever had made it across getting some revenge. Hawks had lined up a shot over the rocks by the river to try and slow down the mammoth of a vehicle that had so easily split the men up. He was out of breath from swimming as quickly as he did, but it had saved his life. He sank down behind the boxes and continued to breath hard to regain his composure.

McMillan ripped off his lower left sleeve and tossed the rest of his jacket onto the ground, it was a hot day and they had already been seen, no use in trying to hide it and increasing the chances of dehydration. He tied a very loose know into the rag and slid it into the bottle of beer he had in his pack, for other uses, but this was not the time. He pulled the knot tight once passing the neck of the bottle and tied another in the top to keep it from slipping out, he turned the bottle upside down and gave it a couple good shakes to get the alcohol into it. "Watch the back of this building, don't want them flanking us anymore than they already have." he told Hawks as he handed him the cocktail and said "Once I take off, throw this at that door way. Don't screw this up or I WILL kill you myself." McMillan ordered as he pointed to the opposite side of the interior of the building.

He slung his rifle to his back and pulled out his pistols, yanking back both of the hammers and taking a deep breath. He darted out from the boxes and headed toward the back of the Half-Track, covering the distance as quickly as he could. He heard Wiseman heave the bottle with a great breath, McMillan would never go through with the threat, but it helped to get your point across, and the success of the maneuver did somewhat depend on this fire in the building. Once he got to the back he peered around the side, seeing as no one was there he crept up the side of the vehicle and whipped around, straight on with the side window of the cab of the vehicle, both hand cannons raised and outstretched. He emptied them across the cab and holstered them, to reload later. He yanked his rifle back to his grasp and laid down on the ground. He pulled his MP44 in tight and lined up on th clump of Germans on the opposite side of the building from his men. Firing in short bursts to make sure to reacquire a target between them he fired off six three round bursts before sliding over to the back tire, waiting to see if anyone else would exit the vehicle. He reloaded one of his pistols in the process.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Ok, guys this is my fault for not reading Wolframs post properly.
I thought about this for a few minutes and I was going to just change in the mod-mark that he was hit in the arm rather than the leg, but now I think again and I realise: wouldn't the jeep and the halftrack be about the same size. Well, the half-track would be bigger, but the 30 cal is on the top of the jeep and the gunner of the halftrack would be slightly elevated, wouldn't he? So I think I'll leave it. If I'm wrong and this isn't actually possible then just tell me and I'll change it.

Now, on with bussiness: McMillan, yes I will let you edit your post. Usually I wouldn't allow this, but since it was my fault it is allowed. Well, what are you waiting for? (P.S. Saying your enemy gurgled is in fact God-modding. )

~Dan

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Hmmm, I do seem to remember a certain smart-arse saying that beer doesn't burn...

This is a cool one to mark, because your pitting McMillan and his infantry cert versus Wolfram and his NPC cert, so nearly goes back to square one again.


The following Actions have been made;

CSM McMillan:

• Private Hawks (Wrong name: he is on the other side of the river) didn't throw the bottle as accurately as he had hoped The bottle hit the wall just at the side of the door, but it did accomplish it's duty. It made a brief flare of fire as it broke, but it died out in a matter of seconds, leaving a faint black mark on the floor and wall.
  
  
• It did catch the Germans attention, but not for long: Major Wolfram did catch a glimpse of the running Edward McMillan, but he didn't have time to fire.
  
  
• Emptying two pistol clips into the driver of the halftrack, the man was killed by the sixth shot.
  
  
• He then proceded to fire with his MP44 at the large party of Germans at the other side of the halftrack: The private nearest the halftrack was hit by two of the bullets from the first burst and then finished off by two more in a later burst.
  
  
• Corporal Gerwulf caught a bullet in his upper leg, but it was a clean wound with the bullet coming out again at the other side and hitting no major arteries or veins.
  
  
• Major Wolfram was spared from any injury except for small glance across his left shoulder, by diving into the pile of crates beside him. He does have a few large-ish splinters, but none serious.
  

Wow, that's a long mark.
~Dan

NEXT POST: Wolfram!
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[PuNk! ™]

Hey,
I know Wolfram's still inactive, but I was wondering, if he doesn't return in the next day or two, would it be possible to close this on grounds of Inactivity?

It's been a few/couple of weeks now and it's holding up three members from joining other plots and battles. Sorry Wolfram. Sure you'd understand my request for closing this.

Again, it's entirely your choice Dan. I'm just asking, would it be possible to close after a day or two if Wolfram doesn't post? Your call.
~Danny

[Daniel Brennan]

I'll give it three days. Then I'll close it. That OK with you?