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Colonel Higginbotham looked out into the early morning haze as the thunderous reports of the destroyer Sigourney and cruiser Portland announced that the time had come. The bombardment was to begin at precisely 0430. He did not need to look at his watch to see if it was on time. While he could not see the shore from the pitching deck of the LCVP, he could make out the glow of the bombardment striking the shoreline.

It was still very dark, and he estimated the visibility at 500 or so yards. Still, he could almost picture the looming heights of Hill 300, dominating LZ Red One, and its smaller cousin, Hill 122, overlooking Red Two. Both hills were jumble of rock, cliffs, and trees. He suspected that hill 300 would prove to be very bloody, but his Marines must take the heights to advance inland to their objectives.

His mind drifted farther south to LZ Red Three; to the pile of rocks, boulders, jungle, sand, tall grass, and mud that the intelligence guys had named 'The Junkyard'. The fighting there would be particularly brutal, maybe more so than the relatively open Hill 300. Behind The Junkyard loomed Hill 214, promising to plunge fire downward onto any attacker.

In the center, LZ Red Two, a huge rock wharf and fishing village were the main objectives. Hill 300 and Hill 122 overlooked the beach to the north, and Hill 205 to the east. The wide open expanse of sand, covered by the daunting hills made him grimace at the thought of the men who would face it.

The LCVP suddenly surged forward. Higginbotham did glance at his watch this time, squinting in the pre-dawn light. The time had passed quickly, but there was no error. 0500. The Marines were about to hit the beaches.

Colonel Afrikamoto sat up abruptly. Not sure what had awakened him, he sat in the darkness listening. There! A distant boom! boom! BOOM! echoing in from the beach. Naval guns.

So. The Marines had come at last, and before any reinforcements arrived. No matter. He would do his duty. A soldier fought with the weapons at hand, not the weapons he wished he had. His orderly came in, bowing. Colonel Afrikamoto declined the ricecakes the boy had brought, and allowed the youth to buckle on his gunbelt. He tucked his sword through it. The sword had served fifteen generations of Afrikamotos honorably. He would not stain what his ancestors had created.

For a half hour the distant blasts echoed through the jungle as he gave orders to various runners, sending them off to make sure his men were prepared. Headquarters reported that the enemy was landing in numerous spots, including his, and that no additional forces could be spared for his sector. The fire dramatically slackened, and his orderly looked at him hopefully. The poor boy had reached the wrong conclusion. The enemy had not given up. The Marines were coming.



Goblin

LOL!!!
whats next, ONline games for this Madman!!
LOL
[;)]
seriuosly, welcome to playing against a human opponent Gunny, you will be in for some surprizes!
I have been playing online quite a bit lately and theres nothing like it!

Private journal, Col G Higginbotham:

"Earlier aerial recon of the beachhead and inland terrain raised concerns amongst my staff. What little armor I'd been promised would have rough going. Getting the job done will be up to the men whose only armor would be their training as Marines.

Strangely, the words of the Rifleman's Creed echoed in my head:

'This is my rifle -- there are many like it but this one is mine -- my rifle is my best friend -- I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me -- I must shoot him before he shoots me ...'

The commander of the division my landing team belongs to, General Rupertus, composed that creed. God willing, we will make those words ring true. "

Maline! You die!

BANZAI! BANZAI! BANZAI!

ORIGINAL: Alby

LOL!!!
whats next, ONline games for this Madman!!
LOL
[;)]
seriuosly, welcome to playing against a human opponent Gunny, you will be in for some surprizes!
I have been playing online quite a bit lately and theres nothing like it!

Unfortunately since start playing online games
found many buggy things in online gameplay that needs addressed in future.

Jeez, I hope that Goblin thought to give me some flamethrowers and demolitions -- I'm gonna need my "Blowtorch and Corkscrew" tools. [X(]

Mr. Afrikamoto, I like my Japanese well-cooked -- none of that sushi stuff for me!

Come get some...

Man, we got the trash talk going, and the game hasn't even started yet -- [:D]

[:D]

Since Goblin provided such a great introduction, I propose that we break the rules and post our DARs right here. I can ask Erik to move the whole thread into its proper area later.

The stage is nearly set -- the landing craft are circling, and waiting to get into formation for approach to landing.

We await you, Maline!

Flamethrowers?[&:]

Damn, knew there was something I forgot...[:'(]

Trash talk is most of the fun of a PBEM, lol.[;)]


Glenn, you now have the file! Good luck to both!


Goblin

Sorry to keep bothering you, Goblin, but I'm having some problems with d/l hotmail attachments at the moment.[:@]

Will you send those OOBs to me again? Thanks.

PS Never mind. I finally got 'em. [:)]

Private journal of Col G Higginbotham:

"Damn -- bad weather has moved in, which will postpone the beginning of the operation until February 6. The element of surprise no longer exists -- the enemy knows we're coming. From intelligence reports I've received, the commander of the Japanese garrison is Col J Afrikamoto. He is an experienced combat leader, having fought against the Russians in 1939. Hmm -- after being involved in a scandal concerning a cabinet minister's wife, he was assigned to this island's defense. His honor can only be restored by achieving a complete victory.

Well, Mr. A-moto, it seems that we BOTH have something to prove. I started my career in the fledgling Marine tank unit, and during a training exercise, I accidently put my tank in reverse and ran over my instructor, Col. Wilder. Thankfully, he survived by ducking down into a trench, but I transferred to the infantry and successfully went through the accelerated officers' course. After this, I was given command of a platoon at Guadalcanal, a company at New Britain, and now a BLT. All things considered, I've been extremely lucky.

The question now, of course, is has my lucky streak come to an end? "

So gunny, Africa are u guys gonna incorporte pictures for us inprogress.RT

ORIGINAL: Riun T

So gunny, Africa are u guys gonna incorporte pictures for us inprogress.RT

Sure, why not?

Col. Afrikamoto stared at the crashing waves along the beach. The wind wiped his face and stung his eyes with spray from the sea.

They are out there, riding out the storm.

He knew that as soon as the storm broke, another storm would come. A storm of steel, replacing the rain, followed by a tide of men and material.

He glanced one more time out to sea, then entered the jungle and disappeared...

ORIGINAL: KG Erwin

ORIGINAL: Riun T

So gunny, Africa are u guys gonna incorporte pictures for us inprogress.RT

Sure, why not?

Not sure how we can include pics...if I see pics of his force deployment, or he sees mine, it won't be much fun for either of us. [:-]