2Plt DC
|- Baz (Medic)
I counted a peak of 64 players on the server. I’m unsure if we hit a cap in the server configuration files (if we did it was my fault) but as LDDK were all slotted in 1Plt and 2Plt was completely full, I think we managed to get everyone into the mission anyway.
I’d originally slotted as 2Plt Bravo FTL, but as we lacked volunteers for the 2Plt DC post Comrade Fer asked me to step up. I’m going to attribute the assignment to my history of commanding
bizarrely successful missions and ordering gloriously suicidal charges whenever I think we’re out of our depth.
As Deputy Commander of the 2nd Platoon my job was to take over 2nd Platoon if and when the Company HQ (Tigershark) section all died, including 2nd Platoon CO (Unaco). As I’d not been invited to the planning session and would have to “wing it”, I could only assume Company HQ were going to stay well back. In a rare display of competence, this actually turned out to be the case.
Fortunately I was able to make a couple of minor suggestions to 2Plt CO rather than just sit there fingering my revolver. We all piled into trucks at the start and I was the driver of the lead vehicle, a BTR 40 containing HMG/MAT/MTR teams as well as myself and the 2Plt DC Medic. Feeling more cocksure than 1Plt I elected to take us through the centre of the city whilst Draakon navigated. The city itself was clear, and our column of four trucks book-ended by BTR 40s kept a very tight formation at good speed. As we approached one of the river crossings leading out of the city I spotted our first problem; the road was blocked by a camper van, surrounded with mines. As I called it in, AK fire started to ping off the viewing slit of my vehicle. 2Plt CO ordered a quick dismount but I think the gunner of my vehicle got the only hostile. Meanwhile the infantry elements, 2Plt Alpha through 2Plt Fox fire teams, swept the surrounding area for further resistance.
After some minor reorganisation (I believe some of the transport trucks had to be abandoned), I joined up with the infantry. Out platoon was split up into four parts, 2Plt Alpha + 2Plt Bravo, 2Plt Charlie + 2Plt Delta, 2Plt Echo + 2PLt Fox and a support element Company HQ (Inc 1Plt CO, 2Plt CO) with 2Plt MTR, MMG and MAT teams. The first three elements were tasked with advancing down a dried up river bed in the hopes of coming out right on top of the first target: a cluster of four
Grads. The plan was that I’d be in position to relay the situation of the infantry to 2Plt CO and assist with medical support. Unfortunately, the Company medical team had forgotten to pack their gear properly and so I had to release Baz to CO HQ. We were lucky that the infantry suffered no significant casualties before he was returned to us.
The advance itself was a little sloppier than would have been ideal; it took several minutes for the rearmost elements to catch up with the leaders and I passed my time by observing that a grenade would kill most of the people in whatever squad I was currently looking at. I’m not usually a stickler for unit spacing, but as we were in a narrow riverbed and unused to acting as pairs of fire teams it seemed appropriate. It also made me feel important from the middle of the formation. Some people even listened to me!
The terrain worked in our favour – it was so rough that I didn’t see a single living enemy from my position. I did get to watch a pinpoint precision mortar strike land right on top of a dozen enemy corpses though.
The assault on the Grads went off without a hitch, I don’t think we actually lost anyone until we’d taken their position and were throwing off enemy counterattacks. I started helping some poor automatic rifleman walk his shots in on a target 600 m distant with my binoculars with mixed success. Using an un-scoped AK at anything above 450 m requires some form of psychic power, so I never did get to expend any of my own ammo.
Whilst we waited for 1Plt to get into position Baz returned along with an ammo truck. We’d had sporadic light vehicle and T34 contacts to the south and west and wasted most of our RPGs on long shots. I directed people to the ammo and had the injured line up amongst the Grads for treatment. CO HQ asked for a volunteer to resupply 1Plt using the ammo truck, and lacking anything better to do I volunteered.
I parked the truck next to 1Plt’s medical vehicle and resupplied a fire team or so of infantry as well as a BTR 40. It was interesting to see that 1Plt was using a scoped rifle to coordinate their movements instead of binoculars, but as a simple trucker I might have interpreted incorrectly.
When 1Plt moved off I joined up with CO HQ to resupply those BTR 40s. On the way I almost got stuck in the river bed and was thankful that the truck I was driving had such large tyres. A more compact vehicle would probably have bogged down on the banks.
Things progressed quickly after that. We’d taken a second objective whilst I was driving around, and were preparing to assault the final objective of Shabhaz in short order. I was too far back from the action to see things first-hand but I do know that an errant T-34 mowed down a half dozen people. I believe 2Plt CO himself futilely tried to distract it with some AK rounds from 500 meters out. This wasn’t really a necessary action as in the face of some 50 surviving players the tank did not last long.
The Shabhaz compound fell soon after and we lined up in front of it for tea and photographs. Tigershark gave a speech and someone let off a bomb. No, literally. That one grenade caused more casualties than the entire opposing force.
If I find whoever that was, I will carve your head from your shoulders myself!
