The Tiensten Campaign: Part One
Guns blazing, mortars whizzing, artillery exploding, war is hell.
Standing before me, well, rather screaming before me was a freshly enlisted marine missing both his legs. He screamed �Mother! MOTHER!� in my ear, his upper remaining legs covered in sharpnel from a mortar round that only landed six meters away from him. His body however, protected me from the sharpnel. Hollow point bullets flew through the air from both sides. This WAS the time before the M41A and smartgun were introduced. Friendly fire was at it�s highest on both sides.
�OVER THE TRENCH, MOVE!� My heart palpitated multiple times like an elephant was sitting on my chest up and down, seeing the chaos in the no man�s land before me. I saw dismembered bodies from both the UPP and Marines, men crying for their mother once again, and all I had to keep my company was this shitty Basquiat tattoo on my arm. A few bullets whirled past me, a few mortars landed only 20 meters away and I hopped into the trench in front of me, stabbing a UPP soldier in the chest with a bayonet, at first bouncing of his armor before managing to get a hit right into his face, then pulling the trigger of the M37A2, viscera splattering all over my face and eyes like a popped water balloon.
We secured the trench only twenty meters away from the last one, using our pre-M41A weapons, namely M37A2 pump shotguns which were highly popular at the time and very reliable, I personally used a mixture of buckshot and slugs, but that�s a point for later.