Somewhere in the desert.....
Bleeding my life out into the sand the future looked bleak and worthless.. countless dead on myside of the battle, every effort however mighty turned up in chaotic end.
my base camp lye barren, my grid square pummeling MLRS sit smoking empty and useless now. on the horizon i see what appears as a humvee and... oh god, a tank.....
dashing through out the camp i find only one salvageable vehicle, a truck, modified after the war began with bits of armor plating and a fifty cal on top. i could sence the tanks fear of me istantly....
i jumped in the left side of the truck and keyed up the rumbling 8 cylinders and blew smoke from the tail pipe with each feather of the gas, onward...
Cutting through the sand i watched as the siluette of an Abrams tank turned quickly into an evil, detailed beast.. its massive turret turned and faced me, i had been seen. I mashed the pedal as far as it would go, almost surely straining the floorboard and linkage inbetween, this heap will go faster or else. aimed directly in the path of the tank i thought to cut him off, no.. ram him.. no.. i have no idea what to do, so i drove faster directly at him.
A puff of smoke erupted from the massive 120 mm barrel that was pointed down my nose. i watched with glee as the deadly Sabot round flew past me striking the sand and pluming up into an explosion, the next one shouldnt miss me, i had closed the gap between he and i, nows the time to act.
I jerked the wheel just before striking the broad side of the tank, slamming the brakes and locking the tires to a halt just enough to slow the truck down intime to jump. the door flung open and my body met the sand, wounds grinding into the dirt and blood clotting with earth, i gathered myself to my feet and slammed my back to the side of the abrams.
The turret spun overhead sighting down onto the poor thrashed out truck, the tank tattered its sheet metal with a few dozen rounds from its coaxial gun, the truck ripped and imploded as the bullets tore through its welds.
At the same moment the tank commander realized no blood was running out of the truck, i was struck with brilliance!
"The demolition charge in my satchle"! i quickly ran to the rear of the tank and glanced at the behemoth before me, a brick of c4 happily in hand. I slammed the green clay up to the ass of the monster and stuck in the detonator pin just as i heard the masive diesel engine flare up and pull away, the giant tracks below kicking up sand.
The Abrams spun its turret, trying to catch glimpse of me, ready to mow me down. The machine pulled away twenty yards before stoping and turning in my direction, the driver glaring down at me through his window. I grinned as i outstreached my arm, holding a remote. flicking the safety cover upwards with my thumb my smile grew and i knew what that driver was surely thinking, i clicked the button with satisfaction and watched the tank turn into a fireball, shrapnel and armor plating flying off into the air only to litter the scorching sand with smoke and ambers.
I knew i did mother russia well that moment, dying wouldnt be so bad now.
-true story, well inspired, more to come-
well most of you know.. im going to philly this weekend.. wont be back till.. wed. so. have fun.. wish me luck,, damn gas prices!!!! blarg.. need sleep. bye!
-The Dick-
my base camp lye barren, my grid square pummeling MLRS sit smoking empty and useless now. on the horizon i see what appears as a humvee and... oh god, a tank.....
dashing through out the camp i find only one salvageable vehicle, a truck, modified after the war began with bits of armor plating and a fifty cal on top. i could sence the tanks fear of me istantly....
i jumped in the left side of the truck and keyed up the rumbling 8 cylinders and blew smoke from the tail pipe with each feather of the gas, onward...
Cutting through the sand i watched as the siluette of an Abrams tank turned quickly into an evil, detailed beast.. its massive turret turned and faced me, i had been seen. I mashed the pedal as far as it would go, almost surely straining the floorboard and linkage inbetween, this heap will go faster or else. aimed directly in the path of the tank i thought to cut him off, no.. ram him.. no.. i have no idea what to do, so i drove faster directly at him.
A puff of smoke erupted from the massive 120 mm barrel that was pointed down my nose. i watched with glee as the deadly Sabot round flew past me striking the sand and pluming up into an explosion, the next one shouldnt miss me, i had closed the gap between he and i, nows the time to act.
I jerked the wheel just before striking the broad side of the tank, slamming the brakes and locking the tires to a halt just enough to slow the truck down intime to jump. the door flung open and my body met the sand, wounds grinding into the dirt and blood clotting with earth, i gathered myself to my feet and slammed my back to the side of the abrams.
The turret spun overhead sighting down onto the poor thrashed out truck, the tank tattered its sheet metal with a few dozen rounds from its coaxial gun, the truck ripped and imploded as the bullets tore through its welds.
At the same moment the tank commander realized no blood was running out of the truck, i was struck with brilliance!
"The demolition charge in my satchle"! i quickly ran to the rear of the tank and glanced at the behemoth before me, a brick of c4 happily in hand. I slammed the green clay up to the ass of the monster and stuck in the detonator pin just as i heard the masive diesel engine flare up and pull away, the giant tracks below kicking up sand.
The Abrams spun its turret, trying to catch glimpse of me, ready to mow me down. The machine pulled away twenty yards before stoping and turning in my direction, the driver glaring down at me through his window. I grinned as i outstreached my arm, holding a remote. flicking the safety cover upwards with my thumb my smile grew and i knew what that driver was surely thinking, i clicked the button with satisfaction and watched the tank turn into a fireball, shrapnel and armor plating flying off into the air only to litter the scorching sand with smoke and ambers.
I knew i did mother russia well that moment, dying wouldnt be so bad now.
-true story, well inspired, more to come-
well most of you know.. im going to philly this weekend.. wont be back till.. wed. so. have fun.. wish me luck,, damn gas prices!!!! blarg.. need sleep. bye!
-The Dick-