TF2 Version of Saving Private Ryan
by: [SOJ] Badfish, 10-10-99
‘Here they come! Here they come!’ Gun locks clicked.
Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown swarm of running men who were giving shrill yells in the
headset. They come on, stooping and swinging their M16-A2s at all angles. A Flag titled forward, sped
near the front.
As he caught sight of them, the new recruit was momentarily startled by a though that perhaps his
gun was not loaded. He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect so that he might recollect the
moment when he had loaded, but he could not.
The commander sent it a urgent message to the squad defending the battlefield. ‘You’ve got to hold ‘em
back!’ he shouted, savagely; ‘you’ve got to hold ‘em back! This is our last command point!’
In his agitation the squad officer began to stammer to the commander. ‘A-all r-right, Commander, all
right, by god ! We-we’ll d-d-do - do our best commander!’ The officer took a quick look at the new
recruit and got back into position. The recruit, turning swiftly to make sure that the rear was
unmolested, saw the squad officer’s face in a fear that he had not ever seen before.
The SOJ member at the recruit’s elbow was mumbling, as if to him-self: ‘Oh, we’re in for it now! Oh,
we’re in for it now!, this is the last command point!’
The officer of the squad was looking at our formation, nothing but medium infantry’s, low on ammo, and no
engineers. His talk was endless repetition. ‘Reserve your fire, boys - don’t shoot till they get up
close - don’t be damned fools -‘
Perspiration streamed down the recruit’s face, some of it caused by the elder SOJ members in the same
trench as him, for he new that this was time to show his skills. He frequently, with a nervous movement,
wiped his eyes and hands with his arm. His left-eyed, blinking like mad, tried to stay focus in his
sniper-rifles lens, regarding the sweat.
He got one glance at the foe-swarming field in front of him, and instantly ceased to debate the question
of his piece being loaded. Before he wa |