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Mission Breifing (Coop), Sunday 25 Jul 17:00 Zulu

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Here we go, caution harsh language.

The JTAC Story:

“My first thoughts were wow, a proper vehicle, for me?

With armour?

Awesome.

Little did I know what a pain in the arse this wagon would be.

First off the bloody thing broke down on our route march, twice no less, and once in the dodgiest area I’ve seen since a trip to Amsterdam involving six “friends”, a 2 litre bottle of vodka and a pair of handcuffs went horribly wrong.

Anyway.

Having arrived at the LUP I assigned my driver, Dave, to fix the penthouse up, while I went to the commander’s briefing, 2nd platoon would be on point followed by the CO and then ourselves, wonderful, third in line to be shot at. Yay.

3rd platoon would follow us then the Hotel elements and finally 1st platoon.

Having discussed the ins and outs of the mission, something about relieving some local govt lot in over their heads, pleasantries and contraband were exchanged and we dispersed to our vehicles and all promptly went to sleep with mossie nets and rifles at the ready; one doesn’t screw around in Africa with natives on the loose.

4am came much too soon, stand to is always hell, especially when you find some enterprising little shit has made off with your only MG. Wankers.

“What are we going to use?” Asked Dave. “Harsh Language?”

“Why do you think the Army issued you a rifle? So you could look good for the Girls?” I replied.

“Well that was my thinking…..”

“Just worry about keeping us on the road.”

Moving out of the Laager we formed up behind Capt Zipuli’s (weird name, must be Finnish or something) CV90, one of our platoons (can’t remember, still half asleep.) reported contact with locals, must have been a hunting party, they went to ground pretty quickly as a company of combat vehicles started posturing in their general direction. Having ascertained the these were smart locals, Capt Zipuli ordered 2nd platoon over the bridge towards the first village, Capt Zip followed, and then us, Dave didn’t want to be stuck on a bridge with the whole company watching, so at a rate of knots we flew across the bridge shortly followed by a cloud of black soot and my wits. A terrific squeal emerged from the protesting brakes as we pulled up 2ft from Capt Zip’s CV90.

Chewing Capt Zip's dust, all the way to the village, a new voice with a backround whine drifted through the radio.

“Widow 8-9, Ghost Rider 1-0 is on-station, how do you read, over?”

“Ghost Rider 1-0, Widow 8-9, read you 5 by 5, glad you could join the party, over.”

“Wouldn’t miss this one for a stack of A grade porn, Over.”

“Wanna trade places, Over?”

“Stuff that mate I got me an F-16 up here, Over”

“I Hear that, Ov-“

“Contact, Troops, Front!” came 2nd platoon’s report.

“Wait one Ghost Rider, things just turned ugly, will advise, Out”

The thudding chatter of an AK-47 rattled off the trees ahead, followed by the quick burps of an MG-3, a faint scream is heard.

“We have enemy dismounts north side of the road!”

“Copy, Engage”

“More troops on the west by the river!”

PISH! PISH! PISH!

“Screw this!” I yelled ducking down into the track, slamming the hatch behind me.

Traversing the FO Sight round to observe the enemy Dave whispered:

“I hope they don’t have RPGs”

“Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.” “CO Bravo, 10 Bravo I have eyes on the enemy troops to our west, shall I have Air Support give them the good news, Over?”

“NegaBRAAAAAAAAAP, can handle them at BRAAAAAAAAP ime, Out”

“Oh wait there’s more over …” Dave half said.

BANG! A fireball engulfed Capt Zipulis’ wagon.

“**Cough Cough** CO has been hit! Vehicle is on Fire!”

“Its just Stowage, Sir” Came a voice over the net.

“Dammit, I can’t see shit!”

“Sir, Your mike is live, KSSHT”

A Pause.

“CO Bravo has been hit. No damage, repeat no damage. Out.”

Everyone can breathe again.

“Widow 8-9, Ghost Rider here, you guys okay down there? Looks like quite a party, over”

“No. Fucking. Shit. Mate, we’re smack in the middle of it, the CO took an RPG but he says he is fine, again, will advise if your needed, OUT.”

This is looking decidedly dicey.

Part 2 coming soon.

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Indeed, sir.

But as you can read they are within shouting distance, and Zip doesn't do "Danger Close".

Come to think of it , neither do I, hazardous to health it says on this big H&S poster slapped on this laser sight.

:biggrin:

Part 2 is written, though it might be tweaked between now and tomorrow.

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The JTAC Story Part 2, Again, Harsh Language, is involved:

CLINK! CLINK!

“Where the FUCK is our MG? I’m gonna kill that arsehole!”

“Are you using the harsh language strategy, sir?”

CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

Goddamn.

The amount of firepower this thing can bring would shock your average third world grunt, rendered useless, because of red tape and ROE.

That and the fact that the enemy are within spitting distance; still, we do have a company of CV90s dishing out industrial quantities of ammo to any interested party within 100 meters of our location.

But what I wouldn’t give to have a battery of 155mm Howitzers at my beck and call.

Still.

This is the situation and we have to deal with it:

We have 2nd platoon and the CO in front of our little FIST-V exchanging enough lead with the natives to keep their ammo budget in the black for the next 2 years, and 3rd platoon in line with us doing the same, for which we will owe them many beers on the next R&R, Hotel company, the XO and 1st platoon may as well be in the next country for all the good they are doing…..

Oh, and some dick has made off with our only Machine Gun, Fuckin' A.

“CO Bravo to all Bravo elements, Break. Village has been cleared, Break. 2 Bravo proceed to the logging camp, 10 Bravo form up on me, 3 Bravo mount up your troops and follow 10 Bravo, Break. XO, move up to the village with Hotel elements and 1 Bravo, secure that location, Out.”

“Okay Dave, you heard the man, move out.”

A short while later….

“XO Bravo to CO Bravo, Over”

“CO Bravo, Send, Over”

“Uh, Hotel elements are being shot at by the natives, can I move 1 Bravo up to neutralize them, Over?”

“Go for it, Out”

“Mines by the road, right side, over” 2nd Platoon reported.

“10 Bravo be advised there are mines by the road round the next bend”

“Roger That”

<Translation, Best Guess, Sounded like double dutch to me.....>

“…..OLY SHIT! They’re coming out of the trees over here!”

“Keep them pinned down!”

“Command we need support, HELP!, Over!”

“I'll see what I can do, help maybe en-route, Standby.”

</Translation>

Long streams of that familiar chatter from AK-47s drifts through the trees, inter- mixed with single cracks from Govt AK-47s and the shrill stammer of PKMs. The sounds of a desperate pitched fire-fight.

“CeeOah Bravoah this is kemmend do you copie, Ovah?”

“CO Bravo, Send, Over.”

“We have a number of maen under fiere ne-ear your location, cean you assist, Over?”

“Affirmative, On Mission, Out”

I Will never understand the Sith Africaen accent.....

“Co Bravo to All Bravo Elements, the locals are in trouble we have asked to assist, Break. 2 Bravo move into the compound and setup defensive positions facing south, Break. CO Bravo and 10 Bravo will set up in the buildings facing south, 3 Bravo setup on the north side of the buildings facing west, how copy? Over.”

“2 Bravo solid copy.”

“10 Bravo solid copy.”

“3 Bravo solid copy”

“Brilliant.” Muttered Dave. “Outta the friggn’ pan, eh, Sir?”

As we neared the compound the interested parties intensified their respective efforts to kill each other, as evidenced by the dull crumps from grenades, and the .50 cal MG fire from the Govt PCs the crews of which had decided to not miss an opportunity to blast away at something other than the local wildlife.

“Sounds like they’re getting serious up there.”

“2 Bravo, Reporting contact with troops south of the compound, am returning BRAAAAAAAACLANK! Stoppage! Kssht”

It was then that a militia man did his level best to kill me, the bastard, he did however, miss me, but not my hatch, which was swiftly closed following my rapid and undignified descent.

However as bullets were now everywhere, buzzing around like angry Bees, it does not do one’s health any favours to stand around opened gawping at the scenery, so closing down is probably a good thing, no matter how undignified.

By this point I was rather pissed off at not having the means to directly influence, the battle my only weapon was sitting 2000ft up with his thumb up his arse for all I knew, while rounds rattled off the front of the wagon like rain.

Gah! Welcome to the bloody Red Zone.

Sitting there trying toCLINK! toCLINK! to.....

As I was sayCLINK! Saying, sitting there trying to think of a way to do somethCLINK! Something positive while Bravo Company anCLINK! And the locals from both sides exchanged pleasantries I voiCLINK! Voiced my thoughts:

“Well we may not have an MG.” I said, nay, yelled to Dave “But a 100mW laser has to do something right?”

“You can but try, Sir”

Powering up the LRF and swinging thCLINK! assembly round I promptly seleCLINK! Selected a particularly ugly fucker and let him have the full blast right in the face, the results of which were rather humourous.

CLINK! CLINK! pause CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! pause CLINK! CLINK!

Dave voiced my thoughts:

“This is getting daft.”

“Too bloody right.” “This is 10 Bravo. (Pause) I am taking fire (Pause) and I am unarmed, Out.”

CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

The unsaid message was: ‘I am deeply unhappy with this situation, please address this. Right. Fucking. Now.’

Capt Zipuli, decided that with his JTAC and his entire 2nd platoon under fire, the situation had deteriorated to the point where he felt he could justify the use of his main weapon and the fucking guerrillas started to disappear in little grey clouds of death.

BLAM! THUD!

BLAM! BLAM! THUD! THUD!

Boo-fucking-yah!

That’s a nice feeling, I can tell you that right now.

The rest of Bravo Company followed the CO’s lead and opened up with enough 40mm ABMs to shred a large prefab building which was a delightful display of force after which the enemy decided he’d had enough, 10 or so troops emerged from the trees hands held high.

“CO Bravo to all Bravo elements, Break. We’ll hold here while the govt forces get their shit together and re-establish positions then push on towards Kwanga, same march order as before, Out.”

It was at this point the fire mission targeting widget decided to temporarily call it a day, while I was coaxing the recalcitrant thing back to life I was knocked out by careless driving.

And that pretty much sums up where we got to.

(Some parts were changed for dramatic effect)

Well I've registered over there, (SimHQ) need to wait on an admin type person now.....

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