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Well, if I have a fancy marine I should have a grunt too. Here is another one for the grinder. Faction: United States Army Name: Ralph Vinceti Age: 19 Hometown: New York, New York Character description: Raised by 2nd generation immigrants, Ralph had a tough time growing up in a dense city and often went hungry. Deciding to get a easy job in the army, acording to the recruiter at least, he signed up. After seeing his first combat he is still glad he joined, if only because he isn't burdening his parents any more. He looks forward to the day he can go back, first thing he will do is hug his parents, the second is to kill the bastard that told him it would be easy.
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Glad Lemke is at least carrying his weight. Bouwer probably deserves as much credit as Polidoro, he sold his life dearly.
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Faction: United States Army Name: David Gordon Wilson Age: 26 Hometown: Portland, Oregon Interested in Special Role? Staff Sergeant or Lieutenant Character description: Wilson was for sure born with a silver spoon in his mouth, being the son of a major property magnate and developer in Portland. This conflict-free life of comfort was a swell ride, but Wilson just didn't know what to do with any of it. Those who know him would say he's famously indecisive - and if they were honest they'd say he a bit lacking in personality. With his money and education, Wilson could be an officer, why not? He flipped a coin. Heads summer in Paris, tails enlist in Vietnam. The coin said tails. Faction: United States Army Name: Simon Edelstein Age: 20 Hometown: Newark, New Jersey Interested in Special Role? Explosives Character description: Surly, brash, combative and opinionated, Simon has always been a bit of a trouble-maker. Simon had to put his dreams of becoming a professional boxer on hold when his number came up. It's only appropriate, he thinks, that he specialises in explosives, since everyone in his life has told him he can sure make a mess of things. crimea fucked around with this message at 12:15 on Jun 24, 2019 |
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Top Hats Monthly posted:The lightly wounded will be back anywhere from next mission to March. But this is
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So, THM, I agree with your decision vis a vis photos. Just use stills from Nam Movies going forwards. Not like there's a deficit of them.
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Character Sheet: Faction: United States Navy (SEALS) Name: Sexton Hardcastle Age: 34 Hometown: Dunning, Nebraska, USA Interested in Special Role? Demolitions Expert Character description: From the first firecracker to his first fireworks show, Sexton knew that explosions were what he loved. Initially picking up work with a mining operation, the run-of-the-mill work became too simple and dull for him. After his father suggested working with the US Army, he threw himself at the opportunity to work with explosives of all kinds. Several years into his career with the forces, he made the transition to the Navy SEALS. Character Sheet: Faction: Civilian Irregular Defense Group Name: Đa Văn Lê Sex: Male Age: 24 Hometown: Ban Hoang, Phú Yên Province, Vietnam Character description: Not fit for military service itself, Đa Văn Lê joined the CIDG in order to do his part. He didn't really think of the consequences, and did what he could to keep it secret from his parents. Once this is all over, he hopes to take over the family farm and raise a family.
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Eh, one more for the Faction: US Army Name: Matthew Montgomery Age: 19 Hometown: Point Pleasant, NJ Interested in Special Role? Radioman, if possible. Otherwise, surprise him! Describe: Quiet, twitchy, and just a little bit off, Matthew grew up practically grew up in a library. John Carter, Buck Rogers, and Flash Gordon were his childhood friends, and he grew up watching a lot of crappy, schlocky sci-fi movies in theaters in the '50s. He enlisted when he turned 18, wondering how he could get his hands on some experimental Army technology. Instead, he's found himself stuck in a war movie.
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I sealed Bouwer's fate with that letter, didn't I?  Oh well, time for some new Faction: US Army Name: Reggie "Blackjack" Miller Age: 20 Hometown: Detroit, MI Interested in Special Role? Pointman/CQB Describe: Born to a poor black family, Reggie grew up looking forward to working alongside his father at the Chrysler motor factory not far from his childhood home. Detroit's deteriorating economic situation combined with racial inequality meant that dream would never come to fruition. As Reggie grew older, the hardships he experienced pushed him to agitate for societal change and at the age of 18 he became involved in the civil rights movement and labor unions. Once again his plans would be put on hold as a draft notice arrived for him just days before his 20th birthday. Bitter, he tried to run from the rich white man's war but struggled with the fear of being seen as a coward by his peers. He ultimately reported for duty against his better judgement, perhaps hoping a military background would offer his political messaging some extra weight. Earned the nickname Blackjack in basic for his gambling prowess, which he embraced by keeping a king of clubs, queen of clubs, and ace of spades tucked in the band around his helmet whenever he could. Here's to hoping his luck with cards extends to battlefields... Also, way to go Polidoro. That was some crazy poo poo. Laughing at Arlo now being the squad Sgt., it seems being against the war makes you really good at it. Count Mippi fucked around with this message at 16:58 on Jun 24, 2019 |
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Faction: US Army Name: Johnathan "Davies" Urquhart Age: 17 Hometown: Kirkcaldy, Alberta Interested in Special Role? None. Describe: Raised as the youngest of five on an expansive wheat farm Urquhart had plenty of time in which to be bored. As a result he ran way from home when he was sixteen, made it to the border and, on a whim when he saw the resemblance, swapped identities with Johnathan Davies, an American draft dodger. He is convinced he's going to be a hero and his age and place of birth won't stop him. Nobody really buys his story, he has a Canadian accent you could cut with a knife and pronounces his ostensible place of birth "Figh-yett-ville, Ar-kan-zas" but equally he claims to be 18 and he's willing to fight.
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Cue Polidoro getting a cushy gig as an NCO in some motor depot stateside for being such a darling of the army.
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What the actual gently caress even IS Polidoro?
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Faction: US Army Name: Matthew "Dumbo" Dombrowski Age: 19 Hometown: Hamtramck, MI Interested in Special Role? N/A. Description: The second son of a working-class Polish immigrant family, Matthew was very near working in the factories like his father after graduating high school. He's competent enough with fixing cars or other heavy machinery, which makes his assignment with the rest of the infantry all the more baffling. The nickname comes from a drill sergeant who made fun of his ears. They're not even that big, but the name stuck.
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Polidoro is an example for all. I'm also glad my dude didn't get killed, though I hope his leg will heal completly. You ask for reinforcements? here's another man ready for service! Faction: US Army Name: Lance Mustang Age: 28 Hometown: Oregon City, OR Interested in Special Role? Sapper if possible, otherwise regular. Describe: A man of very few words, so quiet people tend to think him to be mute before they get to know him. He only seems to liven up when fiddling with chemicals. Lance is also very cold and apathic, one might say borderline psychotic, as he rarely let any feeling out. This, added to the mysterious disappearance of stray animals in his neighborhood, made people whisper he's an animal killer since his childhood, but as of now, no one found any proof he was the culprit. He volunteered despite his parents' and doctor's wishes, as the man of science think war cannot bring any kind of good for anyone, let alone him. (and here's another non-player character) Marc Lagardère, NVA officer. His father deserted the French army before WW2 to marry a Vietnamese woman, and fought during WW2 against the Japanese, but was killed during the Indochina War against his former brothers in arms. Marc sees Vietnam as his true and only motherland, and joined the army to honor his father's memory. He speaks Vietnamese, French and English fluently, making him a precious asset for the NVA as a spy, but he is also a competent leader.
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Faction: US Army Names: Karl and Emil Nygard Age: 24 Hometown: Scandia, MN Interested in Special Role? None/Medic Character description: Second-generation twin sons of a Swedish-American farming family, Karl and Emil were the first in their family to go to college - Emil training in medicine, Karl in law. A spate of bad grades and a worse harvest convinced them to drop out and head back to help out on the farm a few years into their respective courses of study. Unfortunately for both, this meant they were far more susceptible to the draft, which despite their family's communist tendencies they dutifully went with when called. It sure as hell beat the past couple years on the farm for excitement. That both were called up for the draft at the same time devastated their folks, but the twins sure didn't mind the chance to stick together. Their three remaining siblings could handle the farm just fine without them. Karl is a bit of a wiseass, who has trouble shutting up before it gets him in trouble. Emil is much more by-the-book, but has a penchant for gallows humor. They both consider the war misguided, but went with the draft out of a sense of patriotic duty as well as general boredom with where they'd ended up in life.
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This character is submitted by Yavuz on the discord. Faction: US Army Name: Charles "Chuck" Wagner Age: 18 Hometown: Mount Calvary, Wisconsin Interested In Special Role: None Character description: The oldest son of intensely Catholic parents, Chuck has 13 siblings already, and another on the way. His uncle is a parish priest in northern Wisconsin and one of his aunts is a nun. He grew up on a small family dairy farm, though his father had to take a job in nearby Fond du Lac in order to pay the family's bills. He did just fine in school, but unlike his parents, he has no interest in staying on the farm. Even though his family has no real history of military service (his father was exempt from the draft in WW2 because he was a farmer), Chuck decided to walk into the enlistment office right after he got his diploma. He is not thrilled about going to Vietnam, but he's hoping to stick it out so that he can eventually afford to go to college (obviously his family can't help him much on that one). And hey, even if he doesn't get far, it's pretty much the farthest from home anyone in his family's gotten since they moved to Wisconsin about a century ago.
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 1500 FEBRUARY 3 1966 BONG SON VIETNAM Music: Dick Dale - Miserlou Mission: After your platoon's valiant effort in a major offensive during the Battle of Bong Son, you have been rewarded with a patrol deep into a jungle area. The enemy is known to be operating in the area. Search for any VC, and destroy when found. Story: "You know guys, I really love walking." said Sgt. Guthrie, lugging his M60 through a particularly dense patch of jungle. "You know best, Sergeant." said Pvt. Feinstein, struggling under the load of his pack. The patrol had been walking for about five hours with no sign of contact. That was about to change soon. "Shh!" Sgt. Guthrie motioned to his squad to keep silent. The familiar smell of smoke. "Bac, I think we got a camp up here." Sgt. Guthrie said to his trusty radioman. "I'm thinking we split a fire team off, and have them stalk up to the area. Watch for traps and everything. Sound good?" he continued. "I sure think so." said the newly minted Spc. Delgado. "Race Car, Norf, Mike, Will, and Einstein. You guys, get up there and investigate that smoke. You're the most senior Race Car, so you take lead." Sgt. Guthrie said. The fireteam slowly stalked up towards the smoke. Pvt. Norfindorf stepped on a particularly soft piece of jungle and drew his foot back. Punji sticks. It was a close call, but they knew they were close. Norf dodges an early and painful exit from the campaign by having a successful reaction roll. "Would ya look at that..." Pvt. Sanville said to himself, making sure his M16 was at the ready. Twelve VC soldiers were working on a captured ARVN jeep, lounging, and eating an early dinner. "Should we got all in?" he asked, ready to fire. "Well in my opinion..." Pfc. Hunter thought to himself. He'd never thought about being in a leadership role before. "Norf, you got that thumper?" "Yeah, right here..." Pvt. Norfindorf said non-nonchalantly, locking the break-action into place. "How about...right on top of that beautiful vehicle? The rest of us will open fire as soon as it lands." Pfc. Hunter said. Pvt. Norfindorf got into position, and fired the M79. Jackpot. The car exploded, taking the two VC inspecting the engine out. The rest of the VC hit the deck, scrambling for their weapons. The fire team opened up. Sgt. Guthrie's fire team, waiting back around 50 yards, began sprinting up towards the action. "A little warning would've been nice!" shouted Sgt. Guthrie, diving prone next to Pfc. Hunter. "Sorry Sergeant! I felt like Flash Gordon there! That must be how you feel all the time!" Pfc. Hunter responded, glowing at his strategy. The VC fell back behind sandbags and into fox holes just behind their makeshift camp. Sgt. Guthrie, with Spc. Bac at his side, began to fire his M60. The shots rained down on the VC and suppressed them enough that their fire began to wane. The Sergeant noticed an antenna poking out from one of the shelters that had been erected. "Aw poo poo! Race Car...they coulda called for reinforcements!" Sgt. Guthrie lamented. "New plan! Keep 'em suppressed! Let's get up to their fortifications on this side and take cover!" he continued to yell. The squad piled up against a mess of stolen boxes and crates. "Hey Hank! You and Lemke get behind that wrecked jeep!" Sgt. Guthrie yelled, pointing at the mess of parts and the sad, blown up jeep frame. "Shazam!" shouted Pfc. Doren awkwardly, perhaps as a battle cry. The two soldiers slid up to the jeep and began to fire. Pvt. Lemke fired his M14 and struck a VC soldier who was attempting to poke out of cover. "SHAZAM!" Pfc. Doren shouted, just a little bit louder this time. The VC fire was not particularly intense, and Sgt. Guthrie ordered the squad into the camp proper. A VC soldier threw a smoke grenade near where Pvt. Lemke was taking cover. Although his life flashed before his eyes, Pvt. Lemke realized it was just smoke. The men stayed in relative cover and waited for the smoke to dissipate. The VC were gone. A lone wounded VC lay in the camp. With Lawson out, the squad's replacement medic, Pvt. Feinstein, treated the wound. Despite his MOS, Pvt. Feinstein was horrible squeamish about wounds, and proceeded to slightly vomit onto the ground next to the VC. "Ugh...sorry..." he quietly mumbled. "Alright then!" Sgt. Guthrie said confidently. "Scour the camp, pieces of paper, briefcases, bags, turn everything over!" for a job he truly hated, Sgt. Guthrie knew that the best thing for the men that had been forced onto him was to actually care for them. The squad went around, looking for anything important and shoving it into their bags. Pvt. Greenfield picked up something with a rather official looking stamp, and shoved it into his pocket. Signs of the NVA forces that were currently engaging the 1st Cavalry Division were everywhere in this camp, although perhaps just in a transient way with the help of the Viet Cong. Sgt. Guthrie grabbed Spc. Delgado and began to speak into the radio. "Guardian Angel TOC this is 3-1...we uh, found a camp and cleared it out. Most VC escaped without fighting but we got some important looking stuff. Request exfil via helicopter, over." he said, struggling to hold the phone correctly against his face. "3-1 that is affirmative. Make sure you have a good clearing, Guardian Angel out." the voice responded. The men set about making sure that the small clearing was able to fit a helicopter, and waited. As WO Tanaka flew his Huey over the trees, a burst of heavy machine gun fire ripped out through the trees. Round after round slammed into his helicopter, and the tail rotor separated. The VC who were hiding passed their AA check, and whacked the helicopter for severe damage. It is going down. "OOOOOOOH poo poo!" the normally unflappable WO Tanaka yelled, jamming his rudder pedals. "THIS IS MAMBA 4 WE'RE GOING DOWN!"  The helicopter spun and crashed just outside of camp. WO Tanaka was thrown against the controls, coming too rather quickly. He was injured, and his leg was broken. He loaded his M1911, preparing for the worst. The co-pilot, WO Shulman, was unscathed. The co-pilot ripped the wounded Tanaka out of the seat, and pulled him up against the side of the stricken helicopter. "Help!" WO Shulman cried. Sgt. Guthrie's squad, having watched it all go down, sent out Pvt. Vinceti, Pvt. Feinstein and Pvt. Sanville to recover the wounded pilots. As they made it to the crash site, sporadic gunfire started. Pvt. Feinstein missed having his scalp surgically removed by a bullet by mere inches. They all dove to the ground. "Don't stop firing!" Pvt. Vinceti said, firing near the cockpit of the helicopter. His round met a VC soldier, who tumbled face first. Pvt. Feinstein fired his rifle haphazardly at the area he thought the VC were coming from. Nothing landed, as expected with his terrible eye sight. WO Shulman fired his pistol multiple times, and managed to kill a VC soldier who was attempting to dash towards their position. WO Tanaka, steadying his body against the helicopter, fired through the opened doors of the chopper. VC SMG fire grew more intense, as the rest of the squad came up to assist. "Golly! Time to kill!" Pfc. Doren yelled, firing his M16 and striking a VC officer. Pvt. Sanville shot and hit another VC soldier accompanying the officer. Gomer Pyle is now a killer. How does that sit with you?  "Guardian Angel TOC! This is Sgt. Guthrie with 3-1, Mamba 4 is down and we are under an ambush. Pilot is wounded, requesting reinforcements!" Sgt. Guthrie frantically yelled into Bac's radio. Pvt. Sanville tossed a grenade, which failed to kill anyone but flushed the VC out of their positions. "Guthrie remain calm, a marine patrol team has been rerouted to your position. They are moving as fast as possible." the voice said at the other end of the radio. Pvt. Lemke readjusted to try and get a more accurate shot, and proceeded to have a pistol round bury itself in his chest. He stumbled down, but the book he was carrying in his pocket absorbed most of the energy. Blood lightly trickled from the relatively superficial wound. He lay on the ground, trying to catch his breath. WO Shulman grabbed Pvt. Lemke's hand and pulled him back up. Lemke recieved a knock down damage roll from being hit in the chest by gunfire. He'll be fine, but it can't feel good. "Oh God, oh God, oh God" was Pvt. Feinstein's mantra, as he struggled to reload his M16. He fired blindly around the helicopter, and to his surprise, managed to hit a VC soldier crouching behind cover. He felt strange about this development. From the small clearing that the troops used to come up on the camp in the first place, a USMC M113 crashed through, machine gun blazing. The door came down and a surge of marines came up to the crash site. Pvt. Greenfield took a deep breath, watching more Americans join the fight. "That makes me feel better at least!" Pvt. Greenfield almost chuckled. He ducked behind the helicopter and took deep breaths. "Boy am I glad to see you!" said Sgt. Guthrie, just after firing his M60 that hit two VC. "Who's in charge?" "Sgt. Parker!" cried out Cpl. Johnston, blasting rounds from his M16. Sgt. Guthrie left his M60 to his assistant Greenfield, and pulled out his pistol before running to Sgt. Parker, who was taking cover behind some felled trees. "Nice day, isn't it Sergeant!" cracked Sgt. Guthrie. "We have one heavily wounded pilot who needs evac. Can't do so with the AA in the area. Any suggestions?" "Yeah, I got one Sergeant Guthrie." Sgt. Parker calmly said, firing his M14 smoothly and steadily. "We hold this position. They'll withdraw." "Uh, yeah. Sounds good Sergeant! marines..." Sgt. Guthrie said. The heavy machine gunfire from the M113 was driving the VC back. Sgt. Guthrie and Sgt. Parker rallied their men. Pvt. Feinstein slowly but surely dragged the wounded WO Tanaka to the M113, and the original fire team that was sent to the crash site guarded the M113 for some much needed rest. The combined squads moved up. LCpl. Meyers held his rifle awkwardly and fired at the VC position, hitting absolutely nothing. The fire from the VC was quieter, but rounds were still flying all over. A brave VC soldier had managed to flank by themselves, but Sgt. Guthrie swung around and fired his pistol and hit the soldier.  "THIS IS WHAT I CALL LIVING!" Sgt. Parker declared, before throwing a grenade into the enemy position. The remaining VC began to retreat, recovering their wounded as they ran off. The shots became very minimal, and after LCpl. Meyers, beating the odds, somehow managed to hit one of the last stragglers the battlefield becomes briefly silent. Sgt. Guthrie began to remember the wounded VC they had arrested in the camp, but realized if he managed to escape he wouldn't have made it far. VC had just about enough of this, and as superior fire power comes, it comes down to a die roll where they decide this is pretty terrible, and begin to leave. Deeming it safe, Sgt. Guthrie called again for helicopter evacuation. The request was granted, and two Hueys quickly made it on scene. Though the lead helicopter took some hits, all were safely aboard. "I think we can make an infantryman out of you yet!" Spc. Delgado joked, patting the wounded WO Tanaka on the back. The marines entered the M113 and backed off from the crash site, throwing purple smoke onto the camp site. Sgt. Johnston smiled as a USMC jet quickly turned the camp into a lake of fire out of view. "FIRE!" LCpl. Meyers shouted unnecessarily. Primary Objective: Search and Destroy SUCCESS Casualties WO Tanaka (Broken leg) Pvt. Lemke (Superficial gunshot wound) Promoted Pfc. Hunter -> Cpl. Hunter  No wikipedia entry for this one, as Bong Son was a real battle! Read about it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Bong_Son
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Good grief, Einstein got a kill. Good mission though.
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drat, Race Car a corporal, who would have thunk it? Speaking of, what are the rules for promotions and/or guys improving in the game? I'm not sure if this was discussed previously.
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Top Hats Monthly posted:Gomer Pyle is now a killer. How does that sit with you? I don't really know why but this got a chuckle out of me. Also glad to see that Mike is being more useful than just a blood bag. Perhaps getting shot at DOES give you a certain amount of motivation
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Might as well create a pilot to replace Tanaka Faction: US Army Name: Devin Kilmore Age: 27 Hometown: Boston, MA Role: Helicopter Pilot Description: A brash Irish gent who you'll love to hate, he's a hothead daredevil who constantly gets into trouble but usually has enough skill to get out of them. Has a shamrock painted to his helmet and likes getting to fights when given enough liquor. Joined the army mostly out of seeking glory and evading the underworld he's pissed off over the years. Is an avid basketball player, mainly because his tallness suits the game and being a lifelong Celtics fan.
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Rescued by Marines? Man, we'll never hear the end of this. I feel like things are going suspiciously well.
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I'll pop another pilot on just in case we need to characterise the pilot who comes in to pick up Kilmore's body. Faction: US Army Name: Samuel Brown Age: 30 Hometown: Columbus, GA Role: Helicopter Pilot Description: Brown grew up in a dirt-poor black household in Columbus and joined the Army to escape, as many do. Unlike most, though, he blew through his intelligence tests with ease and his Recruiting Sergeant, a grizzled old warhorse from Benning, encouraged him to go into Army Aviation. Twelve years later he's about ready to get out and start his own helicopter company, but he has to get through this second tour first. He's precise by habit and risk-averse by necessity, to the extent that some are starting to call him "Wave Off" Brown due to his propensity to take second and third runs at LZs. (I suggest you keep that nickname in the wings. If he makes a normal approach nothing changes, if he misses an approach he gets the name and if he makes a landing under fire and gets out okay he doesn't get the name. Dynamic characterisation!)
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Hey, Tanaka's not dead yet! He's been shot in the chest before, and was back a couple missions later. I'm guessing a broken leg might take a while to heal if he's not sent home.
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Despite all the fighting we've been doing, I don't think my guy has had to kill anybody yet. I don't even know if he's fired his weapon! I'm also amazed that he hasn't gotten killed yet, since the VC and NVA liked to kill radiomen whenever possible (don't take that as a suggestion...).
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Well, the Battle of Bong Son is almost over so things will be looking up soon, right guys? ...right?
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Gomer Pyle is now a killer. How do you feel about it? Gawrsh durn dangly dun-it! (You are awesome Top Hats Monthly)
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Count Mippi posted:Well, the Battle of Bong Son is almost over so things will be looking up soon, right guys? Yeah, I can't wait for the Tet, the Vietnamese New Year! I was told the VC would never, ever, EVER attack during this period, even if the war drags on for twenty years! 
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0537 FEBRUARY 5 1966 BONG SON VIETNAM The Marvelettes - Please Mr. Postman Mission: Local scouts report a hamlet being used as a staging outpost for various transient NVA and VC elements. Search the village, question any residents, and do what is necessary to deprive the enemy of resources. The two ARVN liaisons that were with you have returned, communicate through them. Story: "Alright, we're going to enter the hamlet and conduct the weapons search. NVA is fleeing the area, and we want to make sure they don't blend in, yeah? Okay." Sgt. Guthrie said to his squad, tired from a rather arduous walk up the valley. The hamlet was in sight. Five buildings, no real agricultural activity, and only one person outside. A very suspicious hamlet indeed. Cpl. Trần Đông, having recovered from his injuries accompanied the unit, as well as Sgt. Nguyễn Duy Hiếu worked alongside the Americans. The men entered the hamlet and began to search. In Vietnamese "Sergeant, that building has a cache, look below the stilt." Cpl. Trần said, nervously holding his M1 Garand. In Vietnamese "We'll clear it with the Americans. Get the American Sergeant." said Sgt. Nguyễn. "Sergeant." said Cpl. Trần, clearing his throat. "Weapons cache, that building there in plain sight. Sgt. Nguyễn wants it cleared out." he continued. "Alright, uh, let's get a fire team in there and have the rest surround it. Hmm...Mike, Race Car, Hank and Ralph. You guys will clear the house. The rest will cover." Sgt. Guthrie said confidently, the squad quickly moved into position. Attempting to peer in through the open entrance and windows, they saw nothing. Pfc. Doren led the group inside the house. A woman with a pistol shot at Pfc. Doren as he entered the house, but missed well wide. Pvt. Sanville fired in reaction and struck the woman, killing her. They approached the body and found nothing. The men exited the house. "There was a woman in there, Sar...ugh." choked Pvt. Sanville. He rubbed his eyes and stepped back outside. The squad returned to a regular formation and began to search the rest of the hamlet. After searching the third home, two local VC emerged from a hut being used for storage and began to fire. "Holy poo poo!" said Spc4. Delgado, diving to the ground, MP-40 cracking by his head. "Contact!" Phew, VC were in charge and just barely missed.  "Get down!" yelled Sgt. Guthrie, hitting the ground heavily. The squad began to shoot back but the attackers managed to obscure themselves behind the hut. Cpl. Trần and Sgt. Nguyễn began to execute a flanking maneuver, crawling up the opposite side. Shots rang out, and Cpl. Trần was hit in the same arm as two months prior. In Vietnamese "gently caress! Same God drat arm!" he screamed. Sgt. Nguyễn returned fire and the VC went back behind the hut. Only able to shakily hold his rifle, Sgt. Nguyễn handed Cpl. Trần his revolver to use with his good arm. On the opposite side, the American squad began to move up after Spc4. Delgado threw a smoke grenade. They got up next to the hut, with Cpl. Hunter cutting around the corner and opening fire. He managed to hit a VC before ducking back into cover. Cpl. Trần moved forward on the opposite side and fired his borrowed revolver, striking another VC. A hail of fire came at the American and ARVN squad, and they ducked back into cover. Peeking back out, they caught a brief glimpse of the VC running off. Sgt. Guthrie admired their self-preservation. Cpl. Trần...needs to stop getting shot in his off-arm. It could've been worse, considering they were running in the open, but the VC were adequately suppressed that this wasn't incredibly dangerous. He had a nice shot with that revolver at least!  "Should we go after 'em?" asked Pvt. Lemke, attempting to snipe them with his M14 to no avail. "Nah...let's just go home." said Sgt. Guthrie. "Papa Bear TOC, we've driven them off. Hamlet is being used for rice storage...and explosive storage too. Get the engineers here to burn it all down." said Sgt. Guthrie, into his ever trusty radio. "Roger that, Sgt. Guthrie. A combat engineering unit is on its way. They'll exfil you. Papa Bear TOC out." the voice on the other end responded. The men searched the rest of the hamlet to no avail, finding that this appeared to be an outpost to transmit written documents from one place to another. The men happily scooped up paper after paper. After a tense hour of waiting for an ambush, nothing came. The M113s arrived carrying combat engineers, who quickly rigged the place to explode. The unit moved to a safe distance and watched an impressive fireworks display. "Seb woulda loved this poo poo." said Sgt. Guthrie. "That went well, didn't it?" Pvt. Feinstein mused. Cpl. Trần looked at him disapprovingly, still gripping his arm. The unit left in the M113s, satisfied with a job well done. Primary Objective: Investigate Village SUCCESS Casualties Cpl. Trần Đông (Gun shot wound to the same arm) No wikipedia entry for this one, as Bong Son was a real battle! Read about it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Bong_Son That was delightfully simple. We rolled low on how much enemy contact there was, and they were local VC who break relatively easily. Top Hats Monthly fucked around with this message at 12:32 on Jun 26, 2019 |
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nice!quote:"Seb woulda loved this poo poo." said Sgt. Guthrie. how is seb anywho? did he roll badly on recovery roll, or is he just Elsewhere for a bit?
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zanni posted:nice! Anyone in "On Leave" is elsewhere for a bit, anyone "Sent Home" is either never coming back or it will be a long time, Seb will be back relatively soon. Covski posted:drat, Race Car a corporal, who would have thunk it? There is a promotion table, but factors change for a variety of reasons and I rolled for all of the Private First Class to move up because we lost our NCOs in that last battle.
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Enjoying the music accompaniment with these missions, THM. Nice to see the squad get an easier mission after the recent insanity. Poor Cpl. Trần and his arm, guess he gets a second Wound Medal. I keep wondering when some of our other minor characters could show up, especially Felix Cumtree. Part of me wants him to be some sort of Fallout styled Mysterious Stranger that'll save us from a squad wipe.
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Faction: US Army Name: David Strickland Age: 24 Hometown: Edison, New Jersey Interested in Special Role? Forward Observer if they exist in the game, otherwise a grunt. Character description: David isn't particulary interested in fighting, he wanted to stay in college and get his History degree. However his family have a history of military service and he got worn down by his father and grandfather, who fought in both world wars. Not a risk taker but not craven either.
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my guy needs to stop getting shot in the arm but at least he shot a dude finally
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Finally doing up a doss on the farm-girl my guy is friends with. Hell, why stop there? --------------------------------------------- Faction: Civilian Name: An-Li Yung-Shan Debois (I can't into Vietnamese names, so if someone could help me out there, that'd be very much appreciated) Sex: Female Age: 18 Hometown: Near Saigon, Vietnam Special Role: Unofficial clerical staff/codebreaker Description: Considered by many on-base as "Rooster's girl" due to their close relationship, An-Li is the daughter of a French expat who sought adventure in the jungles of Indochina. She is proficient in English, Vietnamese, and French, making her an invaluable asset to the various codebreaking teams stationed near the base. She also does light clerical work to help pass the time and to help improve conditions for the soldiers (off-the-books, of course; DC would throw a mighty fit if they found out that a "backwater farm-girl" has been responsible for improving the efficiency of the base's red tape brigade by at least a margin of 10%). She met Rooster when he first arrived at Saigon and the two have been thick as thieves since. Wherever she is on-base, Rooster isn't too far behind (unless he's been deployed on a mission, of course). ~~~~~~~ Faction: Civilian Name: Barbara "Mastiff" Dogsbody/Annamarie Dotsevsky Sex: Female Age: 28 Hometown: Billings, Montana/Donestk, Ukraine Special Role: Embedded reporter/AWOL ex-KGB spy Description: Barbara is a spitfire of a woman, a real hellcat in the nicest terms one could use (which is how she got her nickname "Mastiff"). She goes after leads and chases down stories to find the truth of the matter, even if it would hurt the war effort. Having been hired by the New York Times for her intrepid skills at sleuthing and deduction, Mastiff has uncovered multiple instances of war crimes perpetrated by both the VC and the Free World Forces and doesn't seem to be interested in resting on those laurels. Because of this, she has garnered a very well earned hated reputation on-base as "that bitch" and revels in it. Woe betides to anyone who thinks that their secrets are safe when she comes knocking. In actuality, Mastiff's real name is Annamarie Dotsevsky, and she's from Ukraine, not Montana. She is an AWOL ex-KGB spy on the run from her former masters and is using her formerly given cover as a reporter to further disrupt KGB operations in Vietnam. She was trained by and inducted into the organization at a very young age and only recently has she questioned her loyalty after having destroyed several AVRN vehicles carrying US medical supplies but being told that those supplies were actually a shipment of artillery and tank shells. She has forsaken her ties to the motherland and is desperately searching for a place to call her own. Maybe, when this war is finally over, she'll find the peace she craves, deep in the jungle... HereticMIND fucked around with this message at 06:05 on Aug 28, 2019 |
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1153 FEBRUARY 8 1966 BONG SON Music: Rolling Stones - Paint It, Black "Wow. Would you look at this place." said Pvt. Vinceti, crossing himself. The French missionaries who set up this church in the 1800s had to have known how out of place it would look. With the chaos of war, it looked even more ridiculous. Pvt. Greenfield climbed a set of steps and climbed onto the roof where he began to set an aerial for communication. Pvt. Lemke sat down on the second floor, an old glass window had fallen out, and Pvt. Lemke used it as his perch. Sgt. Guthrie directed Cpl. Hunter to check the structural integrity. Everything was calm at the church. The command post over the course of a few hours rapidly came together. Lt. Surge and Squad 3-2 and 3-3 arrived on scene and began to erect a field fortification.  "Sergeant!" Lt. Surge said brusquely. "It's looking good. All of this electricity, I shoulda brought my pet out here. He loves that stuff." the Lieutenant continued. Sgt. Guthrie nodded uncomfortably and shuffled away mumbling sir. Pvt. Lemke, dozing off smoking a cigarette, suddenly noticed something in the open plain. A lone man with binoculars, shrinking back into the foliage. "Sir!" he yelled, getting Lt. Surge's attention. "VC scouts!" "Aw--dammit." Spc4. Delgado said, checking his gear. Pvt. Lemke could not get a shot off at this distance. He waited patiently. He began to hear an engine sound. Something different than the generators powering the CP. "Tank!" cried Pvt. Lemke, aiming down the scope of his rifle. Sgt. Guthrie, Pvt. Norfindorf and Pvt. Greenfield quickly moved to one of the sandbag fortifications that Squad 3-3 set up, and loaded the M60, not that it would do them any good against a tank. The platoon brought no anti-armor equipment. They were in trouble. "We CANNOT lose the command post!" said Lt. Surge, watching a plethora of NVA tanks begin rolling their direction with infantry support. Mortars began to land around their position. The old French church shook and groaned with each blast. Sgt. Guthrie began to fire, hoping to hit something, anything that would stop the tank to no avail. Pvt. Feinstein quietly moved off the main line to the interior of the church, attempting to get as far away from the combat as possible without desertion. Pvt. Lemke began to fire at the advancing NVA troops, missing them, his aim severely thrown off by the mortar fire. "We're hosed!" shouted Pvt. Greenfield, feeding the belt into Sgt. Guthrie's M60. Mortar fire continued to land, and one particularly close call showered the two men in dirt. Lt. Surge, stumbling, grabbed Spc4. Delgado's radio. "We've got a situation here! I think this is the final NVA breakout! Count at least three T-34s, and about sixty infantry closing in on our command post! WE. HAVE. NO. ANTI-ARMOR. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE SUPPORT!" screamed Lt. Surge into the radio. "Roger that Lieutenant but I'm going to need you to hold! Sabres are rolling hot!" responded the Officer on the other end. Slick die roll means that air support is coming ASAP Almost immediately, an F-100 swooped low over the horizon and dropped its bombs. They missed well wide. The men could only watch in horror as the advance moved closer and closer. Spc4. Delgado shot one of the leading NVA soldiers, but they kept coming. Sgt. Guthrie dumped round after round of his M60 at the advancing NVA, and scored multiple hits, but the pressure was starting to become too great. A soldier in Squad 3-2 sharing the defensive positions was shot in the throat next to Pvt. Greenfield, and sent sprawling.  "gently caress me!" said Pvt. Greenfield, burying his head in the dirt to get as low as possible while feeding Sgt. Guthrie's M60. "We're hosed!" "I know." Sgt. Guthrie said under his breath, preparing to reload his weapon. Pvt. Lemke on the second floor fired shot after shot, managing to hit a few NVA. The response was quick. Counter-fire struck Pvt. Lemke in the head as he leaned back out. Collapsing to the floor, Pvt. Lemke's eyes remained wide open. Pvt. Feinstein, hearing the thud of Pvt. Lemke, rushed up to the second floor. It took less than a second for him to just turn his head away and go back down the steps. From one of the windows the church, Pfc. Doren shot slowly and systematically, but didn't seem to be landing any hits. Pvt. Vinceti, taking up Pvt. Lemke's position, was immediately shot in the head, but was alive, and slowly fell to the floor, dropping his rifle down the steps. As Cpl. Hunter ordered some of the men in the church to rearrange, the sound of a rifle clattering to the floor got his attention. He swung his head to the side and saw Pvt. Lemke and Pvt. Vinceti down. Pvt. Vinceti held his head while Pvt. Lemke didn't do anything at all. Cpl. Hunter immediately yelled for Pvt. Feinstein to tend to the wounded. Pvt. Feinstein swallowed his vomit and got to work. "Golly..." Pfc. Doren said to himself, a mortar landing far too close to the church. Lt. Surge continued to fire his M14 and rally fire support. He managed to get some of the Air Force's best birds coming soon. A Forward Air Controller plane did a lazy turn around the area, drawing some fire. F-4 Phantoms began rolling as fast as possible towards the stricken command post. With this much fire, it's just a matter of time before someone got hit badly. The die was not favorable.  "Eh--he's been hit in the head as you can tell." said Pvt. Feinstein, feeling for an exit wound. There was none. "He needs to get out of here, Corporal..." he said, then whispering "No way he's going to make it without an evac." "poo poo...I'll go get the Lieutenant and Bac." said Cpl. Hunter. He wouldn't get his NASCAR career if they didn't make it out of here alive. Cpl. Hunter quickly made it over to Lt. Surge. "Lemke's and Vinceti are down, Lieutenant! Einstein says Vinceti needs a dustoff or he's not going to make it! Lemke's dead!" Cpl. Hunter frantically said. "Those tanks will shred a helicopter! Get Feinstein to stabilize him and we'll hold!" said Lt. Surge. An F-4 quickly made its way just over the church and dropped its payload. The bomb landed just in front of the first T-34 and destroyed it, along with multiple NVA personnel using it as rolling cover. Pvt. Norfindorf flashed a quick smile before firing a grenade and directly hitting an NVA soldier. The NVA hit the deck and continued their advance, slower. A burst of RPK fire met its target and hit Pvt. Greenfield as he was feeding Sgt. Guthrie's M60. He fell back, bleeding out of his nose, mouth, and ears. A member of squad 3-2 moved to try and check on Pvt. Greenfield, but was met by the same machine gun fire, and met a grisly end as bullets sprayed through his torso. Sgt. Guthrie fired back and hit a charging NVA soldier in the chest. "Oh...oh gently caress!" said Sgt. Guthrie, stunned. "Squads! Squads!" shouted Sgt. Guthrie. "Fall back into the church!" Squad 3-2 and 3-3 began to abandon their position and moved into the church, thankfully with no casualties. Sgt. Guthrie didn't attempt to grab Pvt. Greenfield, his wounds were obviously fatal. A bullet went through Pvt. Norfindorf's leg as he was running. He stumbled, gritting his teeth in pain while firing his pistol behind him. A high explosive shell from the T-34 rocketed out of the cannon at high velocity, slamming into the top part of the church, collapsing it partially and weakening the structure. No one was in that part of the church at the moment so the squad escaped injury. Lt. Surge frantically called for another strike, which was granted. Spc4. Delgado threw a smoke grenade to mark the position, but it fell well short as the fast-movers were rolling in, and began to mark the church itself. "STOP THE BOMBING RUN!" shouted Lt. Surge.  TO BE CONTINUED. Top Hats Monthly fucked around with this message at 22:51 on Jun 27, 2019 |
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...oh. EDIT: Never mind, looks like you already corrected it THM
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Oh poo poo this is going to hurt.
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