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Ok, I’ll bite. Seems like this could be fun. Faction: US Army Name: Arthur Edmonton “Rooster”Glass III Age: 18 Hometown: Ellicott City, MD Special Role: Infantryman/Rifleman (I assume there’s no logistical position available for my guy to take and would rather not have you bend over backwards to find one for me) Description: Coming from a decently wealthy family and being groomed for national politics, Arthur had everything he could have ever wanted (and more!) at his fingertips. But he is a patriot and patriots must do their part for their country. His parents failed to understand that when his mother attempted to have him be exempted on medical grounds (bone spurs, of course) and he blew the whistle on them (and at least four or five other families he knew of who were doing something similar). They failed to understand that when he denounced them in court and his father was sentenced to prison for orchestrating the whole charade. And they couldn’t understand when he finished Basic with flying colors and more. The brass even debated making him a squad lead on the spot, but then he spoke up and suggested better, more suitable candidates. Now in Saigon, he’s made quick friends with a Vietnamese farm-girl who views him with a mixture of pity and romance, as well as if he’s her ticket out of this shithole. After all, it’s not everyday a rich man comes to her home and is not too hard on the eyes. They both kinda know that, once his father gets out of prison, Arthur’s out of the will, but they’ve both decided that bridge will be crossed sooner or later. That’s IF he gets the chance to cross it at all, what with how this war still being up in the air...and he’s gonna do his damnedest to make sure she’s taken care of if he bites it. HereticMIND fucked around with this message at 20:27 on Jun 18, 2019 |
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Count Mippi posted:Well, we're already dropping like flies but I guess that's not terribly surprising given the, uh "quality" of the troops. I get the feeling Tanaka's going to be flying a lot of bodies home that were boys he flew into the hot zone. Though I guess that event right at the start proved that not even the chopper pilots are safe.
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 2300 NOVEMBER 25 1965 NHA TRANG The Beatles - We Can Work It Out The Pfc's of Squad 3-1 and Cpl. Marino had gotten together late on Thanksgiving Day to celebrate the time when their feet would be back on American soil. They had hoped to go out to a servicemen bar in Nha Trang, but the unit was locked down that day. Though still smarting from this, a poker game was setup late on a table near their barracks. "Royal flush" the replacement, Pfc. McLaws said triumphantly. Having bet thirty dollars, he was all in. "That's not a royal flush you idiot." Delgado sighed. McLaws triumphantly had a pair of jacks and a pair of queens. The rest laid down their cards. Guthrie, with a full house, took in a clean thirty-six dollars. "McLaws, were you dropped on your head as a child?" asked Marino. "Fuckin' dumbass" mumbled Ringlo. "Great. Well boys, I'm out." Guthrie said triumphantly before turning around, seeing Captain Moses and Lt. Bouwer. "Oh- sir!" the group did in a chorus, remembering not to salute. "Okay men." said Lt. Bouwer gruffly, his mild South African accent bleeding through. "We were the lucky company that has to escort a Provincial Leader of the South Vietnamese government from Nha Trang to Cam Ranh. Top brass lost three C-47's to anti-aircraft fire, and Mr. Pham here is important enough that we are going to escort him via the road. You will be traveling with ARVN forces" "Yes sir. Not to be insubordinate, but wouldn't a boat be safer, sir?" said Dodger. "I agree with your assessment, Private Dodger. VC Sappers have been in the area and managed to mine most of the harbor area, and top brass feels that their might be an attempt on Mr. Pham soon...the Vietnamese government has specifically requested him in Saigon, so that's what we are going with. Over to you, sir." responded Lt. Bouwer, motioning for Captain Moses. "Thank you, Lieutenant. As you heard, men, we're going to be rolling out at 0400. Elements of this company will escort Mr. Pham from Nha Trang to Cam Ranh where elements of the ARVN and USN will do a hand off." said the Captain. "Clean up, grab some chow, do what you need to do, but form up by 0200. Oh, and be less conspicuous about the gambling. There are news cameras afoot." The men meekly looked at each other. This was going to suck. To be continued. Top Hats Monthly fucked around with this message at 21:25 on Jun 18, 2019 |
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Oh my, first mission and my guy didn't die! This is a truly auspicious start, and he will surely survive the whole conflict! Right? Riiiiiiight? Thank you for the very enjoyable read, Top Hats Monthly!
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Oops, little late. Couldn't make up my mind. Faction: Civilian Name: Jean Durand Sex: Male Age: 40-something Hometown: Algiers, Alger, France Character description: Former Legionnaire - Deserter. All around shifty dude.
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Also, may I make a request? When/If my guy is pulled up from the waiting list and survives his first three missions, please play this song: https://youtu.be/uAE6Il6OTcs It’s the only song fitting for such a character.
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A character for the replacement depot. Faction: United States Army Name: Pvt. Fred Lemke Age: 23 Hometown: Peoria, IL Interested in Special Role? Designated marksman and radio operator Character description: Fred almost made it through the engineering program at the University of Illinois. He was expelled in his senior year for the latest in a series of dumb fraternity pranks, and was drafted almost immediately. Having no experience with firearms as a child, he actually paid attention during rifle instruction and as a result qualified for carrying and using a sharpshooter's weapon. Since the sharpshooter usually stays within arm's reach of the fireteam leader, he wound up carrying a radio as well.
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Welp, let's hope I don't get loving shot in this mission. Getting winged in the leg on mission one is a pretty bad way to start.
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Faction: United States Army Name: Pvt. John "Race Car" Hunter Age: 19 Hometown: Farmington, Minnesota Special Role: Anything goes Character description: John Hunter is a naive and excitable farm boy, filled with unbridled optimism about the great adventure of going to war. He has an obsession with comic book heroes (and possibly likes to imagine himself being one), but his main passion which he never shuts up about is race cars, and his often stated dream of being the world's fastest race car driver has earned him his nickname. He still has no idea that it was intended as mockery when his boot camp mates started using it.
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mcclay posted:Welp, let's hope I don't get loving shot in this mission. Getting winged in the leg on mission one is a pretty bad way to start. Speak for yourself! Granted, my case was more "getting knifed in the leg in the middle of an impromptu wrestling match to the death," so I guess I'm not as worked up by comparison 
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"Papa and Mama, Things are heating up here in Vietnam. We just got back from our first mission in the field. Some Marine pilot crashed in the jungle and we had to go rescue him. A couple of guys got hit, but it wasn't too bad. There's no need to worry about me. The Army made me an "Oh-Five Bravo." That's Army speak for the guy who carries the radio. It's kind of heavy to carry that big radio through the jungle. I can see why they call it the "Prick 10." I think you would be proud, though. It is a very important job. Without the radio, we are all on our own in the jungle. Could be a lot worse, too. I feel bad for Private Guthrie. He has to lug around the machine gun. We call it the "Pig" and I guess you can imagine why. He saved out squad from an ambush yesterday, so we're all very glad he has that job. Tell Jenny and Pedro I say hello. Tell them to study hard and try to go to college. Vietnam is too hot even for people from Santa Fe. Love, -Bac P.S. I got the socks you sent. Please send green ones next time. The sergeants say I am a target for the VC if I wear the white socks on patrol.
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0541 NOVEMBER 15, 1965 14 MILES NORTH OF CAM RANH Music: Zager & Evans - In the Year 2525 Mission: Trailing behind Provincial Leader Pham's convoy, Charlie Platoon receives anti-aircraft fire and needs to pull back around, upon jinking and doing evasive maneuvers, Charlie Platoon comes back in only two minutes to find Pham's convoy under heavy fire from the north east side of the road, gunfire from the embankments and forest. Your orders are to put the helicopter down, NOW, and rescue Pham, while supporting the surviving ARVN elements. Enemy estimate to be 20-40. Fire support available. Story: "Holy poo poo!" Pfc. Dempsey exclaimed. His first time going into combat, he didn't expect it to be so bright. Tracers, muzzle flashes, the occasional explosion. He was ready. Tanaka, feeling gunfire from all sides, found a clearing just a few yards south of the stricken convoy. Taking extremely heavy assault rifle fire, Tanaka spun the helicopter around and put it on the ground. Flashes of gunfire entering the cabin all over, he looked down for just a second. A cluster of lights came on. "ENG FUEL PUMP. HYD, PRESSURE." More troubling, when Tanaka looked back, Cpl. Marino was holding his arm, a gunshot went clean through. Tanaka felt like he had punched in the chest, a 5.56 round embedded into his armor. "Ah Christ!" Marino cried out, staying in the helicopter as the others disembarked. From a hit roll, we sustained major damage, 8 out of 2d6 Tanaka's helicopter was already landing, but will now be out of the fight when it returns to base. A random passenger was also hit by gunfire. Another VC soldier hit the helicopter, but with Tanaka wearing chest armor, failed to penetrate. Could've been worse, one roll higher and the helicopter would've lost its tail rotor. The second helicopter coming up, containing Lt. Bouwer, Pfc. Dodger, Pfc. Delgado, and Pfc. McLaws came down and set near Tanaka's helicopter. It escaped without damage. The squad bailed behind a small hut to take stock of the situation. Lt. Bouwer stuck his head out and saw the grimness of the situation. A turned over jeep, one in flames, and a Mercedes full of bullet holes. Three surviving ARVN soldiers, and the provincial leader, crouched behind the flipped jeep. An ARVN soldier, firing to the east with an M1 Garand, makes contact with the Americans.  The rest of the helicopters from the platoon, were driven off by heavy fire. One exploded in midair, killing an entire squad. SSgt. Paulsen's squad froze in horror, bits of Americans raining down over the battlefield. His friend from basic was in that helicopter. He couldn't think about it now, or he would end up like them. Three horrible rolls in a row. One bad enough that the helicopter exploded in midair. "We need fire support, now!" screamed Cpl. Trần to the the US Army soldiers 50 yards away. Viet Cong fire continued to pour in. Lt. Bouwer needed a plan, fast, and motioned to his most senior NCO. "Paulsen, get a fireteam behind that Mercedes and debris to draw fire so we can get those ARVN guys out!" Bouwer commanded. "Yes sir!" Paulsen responded, motioning for his fireteam of Pfc. Ringlo, Pfc. Polidoro, Pfc. Dempsey, and Pfc. McLaws to move, while Spc4. Guthrie laid down suppressing fire. The men were only a few feet from the Mercedes when they heard the clatter of a rifle hitting the dirt. McLaws was lying face down in some rubble near the Mercedes. Uh oh. Rolled a d6 from a Viet Cong sniper, and he landed a hit on the moving McLaws. McLaws (using the FNG: UW ruleset) was hit in the chest, but the total of the d6 was less than his "rep", which FNG uses as sort of a health system "Buck is down! Its too hot for a dust off!" shouted Paulsen. The Viet Cong continued to grow closer and the defenders more desperate. "Buck!" lamented Pfc. Polidoro. "Fuckin' hell! Hold on!" Pfc. Ringlo shouted, crawling towards Pfc. McLaws. Low enough that he wasn't caught out of cover, Ringlo snagged McLaws' backpack and pulled him up against the vehicle, feeling for where McLaws was shot. "I can feel air coming out..." he thought to himself. "Papa Bear TOC this is Bouwer, Charlie Platoon. Under heavy fire and we have casualties. At least five ARVN down and one US soldier. Requesting immediate fire support NOW" Lt. Bouwer shouted into Bac's radio. "Bouwer, Papa Bear TOC. This is Falcon Six Actual. What do you need over?" Air Strike request roll was a 5, an O-1 Bird dog is already on scene, and soon, an A-1 Skyraider will be too "I am glad to hear you Falcon Six! I need napalm coming from the EAST on these coordinates!" Lt. Bouwer said, relief streaming through his voice. The O-1 above fired a marking rocket at the main VC position, illuminating it. Sgt. Nguyễn Duy Hiếu looked over at Cpl. Trần. They had been under such severe fire for so many minutes now, that Sgt. Nguyễn hadn't even fired his Thompson in shock. He was simply holding the arm of the Provincial Leader. "Sir, we are going to make a run for it once the Americans have suppressed the enemy enough." Sgt. Nguyễn quickly explained, sparks flying all around them. The 76 year old did not respond. He was slow, weak, and old. He knew that, and the Viet Cong did as well. Pvt. Vũ Giáp stepped out from behind the vehicle to fire at the VC positions with his rifle to try and buy time. The VC immediately reacted, with a gunshot hitting Pvt. Vũ Giáp in the throat, showering the other men next to the vehicle in blood. Pvt. Vũ Giáp's low rep, combined with a lot of VC troops, made this a not wise move. He was easily beaten on the die roll, and got killed The VC fire continued, with both the ARVN and American forces ducking behind cover. With a sudden long burst of gunfire, Spc4. Guthrie, Pfc. Polidoro, and Lt. Bouwer all managed to get high enough out of cover to force those who were in sight to duck back. Pfc. Polidoro struck a VC soldier in the arm. One hit on the die roll, but the VC were mainly forced to keep their heads down, much like the Americans were. The Skyraider flew in low over the battlefield, and dropped its ordinance. The pilot went long to avoid hitting the allied soldiers. A brilliant flame exploded up over the forest surrounding the road. The flaming glue that was napalm stuck to everything--and everyone. The screams of VC on fire shook most of the men, but Pfc. Dempsey was in awe at the fireworks display that just occurred not too far from him.  "Mother Mary..." he quietly said to himself. The gunfire from the VC started up again, but this time, far lighter and more sporadic. The men crouched behind the Mercedes decided they would move McLaws back to safety. The three quickly grabbed McLaws arms and legs and sprinted towards the small home. Shots landed all around them but they were safe. The ARVN team dragged the Provincial Leader up to the Mercedes. "Mr. Pham, are you hurt?" Sgt. Nguyễn said, patting the elderly leader for wounds. There was no response. The man sat in a complete state of psychological shock. He had lived a comfortable upper-class government life for sixty-five years, and it was all crashing down visibly. While the Free World Forces took a breather to reload, collect themselves, and tend to their wounded, the Viet Cong stalked up through the trees. They silently watched, and one VC proceeded to fire a flare into the air, signalling the NVA unit to move in. "gently caress this." Sgt. Nguyễn thought to himself. Scrambling, the two ARVN soldiers picked up Pham by his arms and sprinted to behind the hut. Thankfully, it was a long hut with room. With a loud battle cry, a small NVA unit charged up the road, with soldiers continuing the charge then jumping up behind cover. Most of the squad's shots missed. Pfc. Polidoro jumped out of cover, and threw a grenade. Although it didn't hit anyone, it did force multiple of the closest NVA to dive for cover. Guthrie leaned out, prone, with his M60 again. Sgt. Nguyễn fired his rifle and struck a NVA out in the open. Firing into a bunched up group of NVA, Guthrie hit four NVA. The rest of the NVA scrambled for cover, their charge defeated. The assault was broken. "Papa Bear TOC, Charlie platoon, we need a dust off and two transport helicopters over." "Charlie platoon, helicopters are en route but delayed." "...Roger Papa Bear. We will hold out." replied Lt. Bouwer, more frustrated than before. The VC and allies were only yards from each other, but both feared sticking their heads out. Lawson stopped McLaws' pneumothorax from getting worse, but he was in horrible shape. SSgt. Paulsen motioned for Pfc. Ringlo and Pfc. Dodger to crawl into the hut. As they entered the house. Ringlo motioned Dodger out to get Dempsey. Close one! Ringlo's die roll beat the trap's die roll, and he noticed a grenade with a trip wire attached at crotch height. "Dempsey! Dempsey! We gotta grenade here." Ringlo whispered. Dempsey switched position and went to work. His days playing in the Bayou paying off by the second. "Simple mechanism. No problem here, boss." Dempsey whispered, disabling the grenade. Scanning the room, he found no other traps. He returned to his position while Ringlo and Dodger got into the open side of the hut facing the VC. Dodger threw a grenade at the Mercedes. It bounced off the metal of the Mercedes and exploded harmlessly. Absolutely crushed the die roll, no problems here. "poo poo." Pfc. Ringlo said, in a matter-of-fact way. The gunfire erupted again. The sickening sound of flesh being struck. Pfc. Ringlo looked to his side, and Pfc. Dodger lay spread out on the floor, helmet over his eyes with blood pouring out. Ringlo hit the deck. An RPG exploded at the top of the hut, showering the squad with debris, bamboo, and wood, starting a fire. The sound of helicopters in the distance began to whir in the distance. The first one came into view. It seemed that Papa Bear sent more than was asked for, but no one was complaining. A UH-1B Huey fired its machine guns. The VC ducked back into cover. Cpl. Trần unloaded his Garand at the Mercedes. Dodger failed a line of sight check on the VC turn, he was hit. The die roll (6) beat his rep roll (4), and he was hit in the head on the second roll. The wound is fatal. The good news was high die rolls for fire support from the Lt., and a gunship arrived. Sgt. Nguyễn, feeling particularly brave, stepped out of cover with his Tommy Gun, and began to spray it into the bushes, blood came flying out, and a pair of sandals came into view as the body rolled out of the shrub. "Hope you're happy, father" Sgt. Nguyễn thought to himself, before rolling back behind the burning hut. The other helicopters arrived, and set down while the Huey above provided support. The men ran for the chopper, the VC too suppressed to fire back. Ringlo, Dempsey, Bac, and Trần pick up Dodger, while Paulsen, Bouwer, and Lawson carried McLaws. "Keep the act up." Guthrie said to himself, completely emptying what was left of the ammo in his M60 at a bush containing two NVA. He got them both before backing up, then sprinting to the helicopter. The rest of the men helped guard Pham as they were bailed into the helicopter. The forests and hut still burning behind them, the soldiers in the helicopters waited a long time. Landing at a base that was staffed by the Coast Guard, the chopper sat down. Pham was transferred into the care of the South Vietnamese government, and the soldiers were given an opportunity for a week of R&R. Guthrie's bravery was noticed by Lt. Bouwer, who forwarded it to higher authority. Pfc. Ringlo thought about how his missed grenade throw could have been what killed Dodger. This war was too much. On a die roll, Spc4. Guthrie was noted for his bravery during battle, with the die roll he won a "medal of valor", not a major one. In this abstract case, I believe that Spc4. Guthrie was awarded a bronze star. He will be considered for promotion soon. Dodger arrived at Cam Ranh with a bullet wound in his head. Doctors found no pulse or breathing. Despite the pleading of Lawson, the army doctors deemed him dead on arrival. McLaws languished in a USN hospital in Cam Ranh for five more hours. Emergency surgery to repair his collapsed lung and multiple blood transfusions seemed to stabilize him, but he suffered a cardiac arrest at 1744, and was unable to be resuscitated.  "It seems we could fly after all." Paulsen wrote in his journal. Primary Objective: Ensure protection of Pham Tích Dũng Success Secondary Objective: Keep Free World Forces losses low Failure Tertiary Objective: Rout VC forces in area Success Casualties †Pfc. McLaws (Died of Wounds) †Pfc. Dodger (Killed in Action) †Pvt. Vũ Giáp (Killed in Action) Captain Tanaka (Minor chest injury) Cpl. Marino (GSW to arm) 
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drat, what a bloodbath
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Yeeesshh. That was rough. I was expecting the ARVN to get chewed up but losing the chopper was a serious blow.
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Guthrie is gonna be one hosed up individual after his tour is up. Anti-war folk music is gonna be even more awesome once he gets back stateside.
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Jun 19, 2019 18:06
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And this kind of thing is why Tanaka tries to not get attached to the ground pounders.
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Welp, pretty much what I expected. Time to gin up another of Macnamara's Morons and feed him into the meatgrinder.
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Oh no. I now have serious regrets about signing up my patriotic rich kid. Then again, he did ask to be sent to the frontline, so he might be aware of what he’s gonna get himself into...
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He probably has a very vivid fantasy about what it's like, although I'm not sure it coheres with reality all that well
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Christsakes, it just keeps getting worse. Again with Guthrie being the man of the hour, well done. It seems he'll be having a long and illustrious carrer in the army, and I'm sure he's just thrilled. Also RIP those two civilians caught in the airstrike. War is hell.
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Ah, we're a year too early for actual Morons so I'm just going to have to come up with a sensible character. Probably. Faction: US Army Name: Benjamin "Einstein" Feinstein Age: 20 Hometown: Sacramento, CA Interested in Special Role? Radio Operator or anything else that doesn't involve marksmanship, but slot him in anywhere. Character description: Einstein is characterised more than anything by his fussy little spectacles, which manage to make him look like a dork even if he's in full battle-rattle. Something of a barrack-room lawyer, his nickname came as an inevitability even if he does protest he failed Physics three times in school. Tries to write a short letter to his mother every day, then stuffs them all into one envelope at the end of the week and sends it so that he's not technically clogging up the postal system. A genuinely horrible shot with a rifle due to his eyesight, achieved the absolute minimum qualification standard.
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Faction: Republic of Vietnam National Air Force Name: Bao Loc Vinh Age: 25 Hometown: Saigon Character description: Living close to the Tan Son Nhat airfield during his childhood, he always wanted to be a pilot and see the world. Despite his dimuitive stature, he ended up being accepted by knowing the right people because his uncle works in a rather prominent position in the central government. While he had some issues with languages from having to learn from an American instructor with a thick southern accent; it quickly became clear that he was a legit natural at being a Spad pilot for his lack of fear and desire to improve. Wears a rosary during missions due to being a devout catholic.
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Faction: Bundeswehr seconded to the US Army as an observer Name: Korporal Tod Regimental Number: 2 Hometown: Everyone agrees that his accent sounds familiar but no one ever quite places it. Interested in Special Role? 2IC of 3-2 Squad Character Description: Blank eyes, Very gaunt, all the ladies think he has cheekbones to die for. The Germans seem to treat him with more respect than accrues to his rank and they're still looking for someone to translate the clay tablet that starts his personnel file. Relentlessly drills his squad in rifle and bayonet drills and outside combat ruthlessly enforces the shaving standard even though he never seems to grow hair himself.
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Man, it sounds like you're going to need a lot of replacements. Faction: US Army Name: Eugene "Norf" Norfindorf Age: 20 Hometown: Eagle River, Wisconsin Interested in special role? M79 grenadier Character description: The whitest dude you've ever seen, just barely not an albino. Despite constantly suffering from sunburns during training and in-country, Norfindorf doesn't tan. Enlisted for the best reason imaginable--to impress a girl (it didn't work). Semi-dissociative. Now sort of sleepwalks through his tour, neither volunteering nor shirking. Took up smoking due to peer pressure at basic, but still not good at it. Looking for that one perfect souvenir to bring home and impress old high school buddies (it won't work).
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1400 DECEMBER 8 1965 KHÁNH VĨNH The Trashmen - Surfin' Bird Mission: After a fantastic week of R&R, the squad has been recalled to their base in Nha Trang. Word of a pro-South Vietnamese hamlet near Khánh Vĩnh has reached HQ. The goal is to make contact with the civilian population, and see if you can get word of any cadres or political VC embedded in said hamlet. Insertion will be via ground vehicle, fire support is available but most likely not on call. A USMC squad is in reserve in case of contact. You will be traveling with the two ARVN soldiers, as translators. ROE is strict, do not fire unless fired upon. Story: "Hey brother," Bac cracked to Ringlo, sitting beside him in the jeep. "How come you didn't enjoy going to the bars like we did?" "Oh, gently caress off Bac. I'd pahk your dumbass back in New Mexico if I was halfway honest with Cap'n Moses about what you got up to." Ringlo responded, nonplussed. Bac smiled and responded, "I'm not sure if that's a threat or not." "You boys behaving back there?" Joe said, being given the illustrious job of driving the first jeep. "I'm not afraid to turn this thing around. What do you think, Corporal Guthrie?" "Yeah, you kids listen to your mother." said Guthrie.  In the second jeep, it was quiet. Replacement Lemke was driving, with Paulsen and Lawson as passengers. No one wanted to annoy Paulsen, who was still brooding over the loss of his men at the previous battle. The third vehicle, the truck however... "...you see that's the thing, if Ned Jarrett was in a CHRYSLER instead of a Ford, he wouldn't have won the..." rambled Race Car, driving the Jeep at an unusually fast pace. "Merde! I love racin' those dadgum cars too but I don't think our guests are fans." complained Seb, with Nguyễn Duy Hiếu and Trần Đông looking particularly worried in the bed of the truck. Glass held on for dear life as Race Car continued to bottom the vehicle out on various holes and rocks on the trail. "Ralentissez!" shouted someone in back. The vehicles pulled up to the hamlet. Sgt. Nguyễn and Cpl. Đông immediately set out, asking questions to the villagers as they went about their daily routine. Some made small talk, but most pretended that the ARVN soldiers weren't there. One villager approached Cpl. Đông In Vietnamese "There's a spy in that hut. The one with the broken thatched roof. He's threatened us twice." "Okay. We will check it out." responded Cpl. Đông, before approaching SSgt. Paulsen. "One in the hut. Cadre. Don't know if he's armed or not." "Well. That's what we're here for." replied SSgt. Paulsen "Joe, Glass, Ringlo, Seb, search that hut. Rest of us, make yourselves useful and surround it. The squad quietly surrounded the hut as Seb prepared his shotgun. Looking in, they saw no one, and quickly moved through the door. "Empty!" yelled Pfc. Polidoro. "Empty...why that lying..." said SSgt. Paulsen, before realizing that many of the villagers were hiding or fleeing. At that same moment, coming down from a tall hill that dominated the area, Paulsen realized they were in a trap. Mortars began to fall. "TAKE COVER!" shouted Paulsen, as the squad rushed from the hut to a ditch that was near the rice paddies the farmers were working on. Mortars continued to fall as SSgt. Paulsen tried to come up with a plan. "We don't need the marines yet..." Paulsen thought to himself. Lemke! Get over here!" shouted Paulsen Lemke rolled over to the squad leader with his M14. Paulsen directed him to scan the hillside for any activity. Lemke caught a glimpse but wasn't able to get a shot. He realized that the enemy was part of the NVA. Sporadic gunfire emerged from two of the huts as the local VC quickly took the initiative. "Contact, 300 feet!" yelled out Bac, firing his rifle. The villager who pointed out the "threat" must have been sympathetic to the Viet Cong. PPSH fire was sprayed all over the small ditch. SSgt. Paulsen hurled a smoke grenade, occluding the enemy's ability to see. In this moment, the haggard squad rushed up to a large dirt wall near the hut they had breached. Glass stood up out of cover with his M16 and fired at the first figure coming through the smoke. Head shot. Nice roll, easily beat that characters rep and hit the head. Easy first kill for Rooster. "Got one!" shouted Pvt. Glass as he took cover again. The SMG fire was still heavy, but Glass had it in his hands. The NVA mortar fire was now focused on the trench yards behind them, and although it was nerve wracking, the mortar fire dissipated. The enemy had shown their cards early and it did not pay off. On one of the final mortar explosions, a civilian's home was hit by an errant mortar, and her body sent flying, missing a leg. Sgt. Nguyễn winced, thinking of his family. Ouch. The 2nd NVA mortar die roll this turn came up well short, and started landing in the hamlet proper. "Awww gently caress!" screamed Cpl. Guthrie, jumping up out of the trench and dragging the injured woman down to the ditch at extreme risk for his own life. "Doc!" Lawson rolled past his squad to Cpl. Guthrie and the woman. She was still alive, but unconscious. Lawson fixed a tourniquet to her stump. "That's the best I can do until we're out of here!" Pfc. Lawson said, despair in his voice. The smoke dissipating, the VC and Americans were mere feet from each other on opposite sides of the thick dirt wall. Firing wildly over the top, Pvt. Hunter thought to himself what David Pearson would do. Hunter grabbed a grenade and tossed it over the wall. The explosion sent a destroyed Japanese pistol flying over the top. Cpl. Đông, peaking out of cover to fire his Garand, takes a small caliber pistol round into his off-arm. He retreats back into cover, and slumps against the wall, with no more will to fight. Pvt. Hunter is a genius. Well, he shouldn't be. He actually missed that throw, but another VC group was coming up, and the rules state that if the die roll only has 1d6 success, it lands at the next closest group, which was the upcoming VC. Congrats. Cpl. Đông wasn't so lucky, and caught an errant round with a failure to pass a die roll. It wasn't an extreme injury, but unfortunately, it pretty much ruined his morale, and he wouldn't be much use trying to fire that rifle anyway.  "OUTSTANDING!" shouted SSgt. Paulsen. The crackle of light caliber fire continued to get closer. Peaking around, Seb saw an enemy smoke grenade land just in front of them. "Sarn't we got a problem heah!" he yelled, as white smoke poured out. "FIX BAYONETS" screamed SSgt. Paulsen yelled. Pfc. Dempsey felt very out of place with the inability to fix a bayonet to his weapon, so he backed slightly out of cover to try and help those stuck in the melee. As Guthrie was dumping the M60 into the smoke, he began to see figures trying to get around the wall. He fired his weapon but missed them all. On the far side of the wall, a VC soldier fired his French SMG and missed Pvt. Hunter by a few inches. In reaction, Seb fired his shotgun and obliterated what was left of the VC soldier. This VC got too ahead of his team and was the only one in sight. Not a brilliant move, considering how reaction rolls work. Two grenades fell around the trench, one missing and exploding harmlessly, and the second one exploding at the feet of a VC soldier who fumbled his attempted throw, killing him, knocking his comrade out of the fight and showering Guthrie in dirt. Sgt. Nguyễn marveled at the events that just transpired. lmao. failing all your grenade throw rolls really sucks, doesn't it, VC The remaining VC broke off their charge, but two who had already made it around the wall were engaged in a melee with Pvt. Hunter, who managed to kick one in the chest, knocking them to the ground. Dodging the knife, Pvt. Hunter jammed his bayonet into the eye of the other soldier, killing him. The engagement was over, and the VC were driven back up into the hill towards their NVA counterparts. SSgt. Paulsen watched with binoculars, and grabbed Pfc. Delgado's radio. Hunter once again beats the odds despite being locked in a melee fight with two people by having both of their die rolls fail hilariously, and him rolling gloriously. "Papa Bear TOC, this is 3-1. We found a big hill, probably with an enemy encampment, we faced heavy fire from that direction, mortar and small arms, and request fire support. Also, get on the horn with the marines, see if they can link up with us with a helicopter, we've got two wounded and a prisoner." said SSgt. Paulsen, "Roger that. We will tell the jockeys to turn it into dust for you. Marines will not be rolling, but we will arrange helicopter transport for the wounded and prisoner. Make sure to pop smoke. Papa Bear TOC out." As Glass lit his cigarette, he felt a strange feeling. He wasn't sure if he was proud over his performance, or if he should lament the loss of human life. They were trying to kill him, and he was trying to kill them. "Ah well, no point for the philosophical." he thought to himself. He glanced over and saw Lawson continuing to render aid to the wounded civilian. Behind him, he saw Joe and Guthrie sitting against the ridge of the rice paddy, smoking a cigarette and trading stories about the Brooklyn Dodgers, and how angry they were that that bastard O'Malley moved them away. They continued to wait, vigilant, as the Air Force came in. A slow O-1 Bird Dog trundled over the hill, and fired smoke. Suddenly, a flight of F-100s came in over the trees at high speed, and began dropping bombs and firing rockets all over the hill, burning up much of the beautiful forest that was once up there.  Paulsen threw out his cigarette as a helicopter arrived. Throwing the VC, wounded woman, and Cpl. Trần into the chopper before roaring off. The men climbed back into the vehicles, and drove home. The discussion was lively, and even the usually dour Guthrie began to laugh. He told a story about meeting a girl down by the water, and crawling out the window as her father waved a shotgun at him. The men in his jeep laughed, but Joe thought about this wasn't the Guthrie that seemed ready to kill everything standing in his way. In the other jeep, the normally relatively reserved Paulsen made conversation with the fresh Lemke, asking him if he'd ever been to Kansas City, while trading their fair share of Missouri jokes. In the truck. Seb (demanding that he drive over Race Car) and Duy had a stilted, but warm conversation about where they were from. Despite Seb's cajun French and Duy's heavily accented French, a bond was there. Race Car sat happily in the back, thinking of how he could save enough money to get on the NASCAR circuit by 1970. Primary Objective: Make Contact with Friendly Civilians Null. Bad intel. Village obviously not pro-South Vietnam Secondary Objective: Suppress local VC Success CASUALTIES Cpl. Đông (Minor arm gun shot wound) 
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Jun 20, 2019 15:48
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That went pretty well! And my guy even made a friend 
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Jun 20, 2019 15:59
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A surprisingly good showing. Nice to have everyone return in mostly one piece
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Jun 20, 2019 16:02
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well my guy's still alive
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Jun 20, 2019 16:05
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Hang in there, Joe!!
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Jun 20, 2019 16:07
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Hey, turns out you can win in this game.
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Jun 20, 2019 16:48
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success!! or as close as you can get to it in vietnam
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Jun 20, 2019 16:54
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Oh wow. I was expecting this to be a horrific shitshow for my guy. Dealing a headshot on his first outing? drat!
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Holy poo poo, Race Car is a hero! I really wasn't expecting him to live up to his delusions of action hero grandeur.
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My, that was very impressive! and it's bound to improve our men's morale, after that bloodbath last time. Letter of Pfc Lawson to his father, December 8, 1965, late at night. "Father, I think now, I understand your stories about Korea a lot better. Sure, the place is different, but many things you talked about, that were foggy to me, are now clear as glass. The gunshots, the explosions, the blood...and the screams. I'm pretty sure these will haunt me after the war, if I manage to get back outside of a wooden box. If I get directly hit by an artillery shell, at least they'll be able to ship me back in a thimble. Should make transportation a lot cheaper, am I right? Don't worry though, I'm not dumb enough to snark about all of this muddy, bloody poo poo out loud. I mostly keep to myself. The others are pretty okay persons, after all, even if some are less bright than others. I have yet to kill anyone, but I can't say I'm in a hurry to do so. Yes, I know, I'm a ''loving pussy'', like you told me everytime I was reading something. I did my best to save several lives, however...but not all of my attempts were successful. In a way, I too have blood on my hands. I know I should be grateful that no bullet has pierced my skull or organs yet, but I still have a bad taste in my mouth. Today however, I found myself at a loss for anything snarky. That woman, she flew through the air, and her leg was gone, thanks to a mortar round. The brutally shot down soldiers, the burning Viet Cong, they all shook me pretty badly, but this woman...maybe she had a role in that drat ambush that nearly killed us, but still. I tried my best, but it wasn't much.And I can't make her leg grow back, no one can. Does she have a family? Probably. How badly will this impact her and their lives? And gently caress, we ALL have families, us, the ARVN, the Viet Cong and NVA too...Funny how SHE made me think about all of this, when it never crossed my mind before. I must keep a cool head, however. I don't want to die, and even if I can't do much, I can still try to save others' people lives, and maybe soon I'll need to kill to save my own skin. And if I come back, be sure that'll rub it in your face that I survived, despite being a ''loving pussy, loving worthless moron''. And who knows, maybe I'll find Mother here? She might be living with a Vietnamese since she left you. Ethan. PS: And be sure to take your loving medicines. If you don't, I swear I'll kill loving Hô Chi Minh myself to come back sooner, just to shove them down your loving throat."
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Jun 20, 2019 18:10
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I'm a little perplexed that the person I made isn't on the list, even the waiting list. Is Michael Sanville so boring that even the US military won't put him in the grinder?
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Nope, I'm just a moron. Fixed.
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