USCMRPG

”Dead Shots. Get thirty feet back minimum.”

Bell rose to his feet, unslung his rifle for the humpteenth time, and carefully backtracked towards the rest of the platoon. Glancing around left and right for movement.

"This is gonna suck balls soon" he whispered to himself.

After scanning the ground around him and under the gun crate, Bell set it gently down. He then unslinged his weapon, put a knee to the ground and scanned the area. Once he was satisfied no one would shoot at him in the immediate future he sighed deeply, slinged his rifle and got on his belly. He the...

Private Bell, aka Bluegrass, aka Fuck Nuts, was thankful for all the downtime spent in the gym, because that sentry gun case was mean HEAVY. Hauling and cussing he was already breaking a sweat. ”Need a breather or a bitch out?” He figured there was no good answer to that question. Having his hand ti...

Well, if everyone is going to put it out in the open I might at as well get on with it.

Canadian here. I'm going to do my utmost not to spam the board with apologies. Promise.

What any of this has to do with sentry guns and trees is beyond me.

Windtalker the movie

Nowaday radio operators typically the carry the larger long range radios, as opposed to the riflemen's shorter range kit . If these are obsolete in the future they may well be more of an electronic warfare type, carrying ECM's, fixing the inividual radios and dealing with frenquencies and cryptograp...

The politics of the Eights senior leadership did not linger in Bell’s mind for more than half a second as he came in and out of an uncomfortable and piss poor excuse for of sleep. Bullets were bullets and thats what mattered now. Things barely registered beyond the next thing to be done. The next fo...

How else could we make our way back out if we got lost?

I know one LtCol thats going to get saluted by a nervous rookie. And then shot at, alot.

At least most of our knees aren't busted...
I counted three knee kicks in that bar fight. That's only those we saw.
We may be the most hungover come morning PT, but they'll be wobbling like wet noodles.

Ok, so if everyone had their fill of cathartic violence, I'll be moving things along shortly if appropriate.

I'm enjoying this, but I realized I'm not sure where we want to take this from now.

The platoon is probably edging to make someone pay. First wiseass to make a comment around alcohol is likely to be that someone. For what its worth, I like it.

We could go with a smartgunner/rifleman recce fire team once in the cave. No sense bringing the sniper rifle in there. We could just leave it in the buggy once we're done humping it there. We can just put it on Quinn's tab with the corps if it gets stolen. Wont make much of a difference I reckon.

thanks