Your eyes slowly adjust to the gloom but immediately start to sting. Dust and plaster has fallen down from the ceiling, and you taste it in your dry mouth. Slowly the ceiling lights flicker on as the emergency generator starts up, and people begin to pick themselves up... ...Its August 9th. You've just survived the biggest killer of man in history. In 30 minutes, 3.6 billion people have died across the globe. Unknown to you, the population of the UK has quartered, and will continue to drop. You think briefly of your family before being dragged onto your feet by your platoon sergeant... "Come on son, there's work to be done!" Comes the gruff voice from the dark... but not yet... for now we wait... in the dark...

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A Riflemans story of when 6RGJ stormed the enemy trenches at Jericho

Posted by Hendrix on Dec 18th, 2009
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'Easy boy's!' Came a stern call from behind me on that grey and chilly
November morning. We stood, cold footed, ankle deep in mud on the
outskirts of Camp Jericho. We'd been trapped in all but a slither of
land for the last month or so, and our only access point was set with
enemy RPG positions, snipers, and ambush points. For the past two weeks
nothing had got in.
Today would change that. i'd dined that
morning like a proverbial king, Burgers and beans from a ration pack,
and a loaf of relatively fresh bread. It had got wet somewhere before i
got it, so i had to scrape the mushy part off, but it went down well,
we all had a good feast for once. That was when we knew that today we
would break the siege.
On the outskirts, three long trenches circled
the camp. Upton park on the right, Stamford bridge on the left, and
white hart lane to the front. The enemy entrenched no more than 100
yards ahead on all sides, were constantly picking off men with decent
snipers, or raking the walls with machine gun fire. Occasionally they
would mortar us, but we're fearful or drawing out a counter battery
strike, which could knock out those weapons in an instant.... for some
reason they just couldn't break the deadlock.
The narrow strip of
land connected us through Union territory with our civilian village in
Lefevre walk, which in turn connected us with the main front line at
Bow Road. We were caught in the middle. To the North, hackney was
Union, to the South, Poplar was too. We had carved small strips of land
to which we laid claim. We ruled the countryside, but the union ruled
the cities. Don't get me wrong, we still held great swathes of land,
but where it was important, the docks and factories, well we just
couldn't take them.
Back to the present I stood still, my cold and
bare fingers resting gently on the carbon fibre plastic of my SLR, its
butt resting on the firestep to prevent it being caked in mud. The
smell of the corpses of Soldiers and unionists alike lay in The No mans
land between the lines, lost, but thier legacy remaining in smell and
memory. I looked to the right, standing high and brave and observing
our light bombardment of the enemy Trench was Major Price, our company
Commander. He'd pulled us through the shite of Europe, and kept us
together during the exchange and now, he was leading us over, directly
into the enemy guns.
A lot of people will tell you that the union
were badly trained, poorly equipped and incompetently led. I beg you
challenge any man who makes this assumption, for the men we faced had
practically the same weapons as us, we're better fed, we're led by men
skilled only in the art of guerilla warfare, and fought for a cause
they believed just and fair. In comparison, we we're low on ammunition,
half starved, and we're low on morale. Actually, for a reason unknown
to me, that morning, morale appeared noticeably higher, we were being
pro-active for once, and we were going to give the union the good news,
albeit on the end of our rifles.
Major price finished scanning the
enemy position and passed the L96 he was using to a man below him. He
then took his sword from his ammunition pouch, and slotted it onto the
end of his SLR. Turning and nodding at the Company Sergeant Major
waiting behind us, who, in turn, and with a much louder voice than
previous shouting to us 'Company, Fix! Swords!' and there was a
commotion of fumbling and metallic clicks as the hundred or so men
stood in the Trenches of white hart lane fixed long blades onto black
rifles.
Major price spoke for the first time. 'Bugle Major, Sound
the Advance!!' And the bugles erupted into a volley of chorus. We stood
by the ladders waiting to move. He turned to us, and looked up and down
the line, a sense of immediate pride filling his bloodshot blue eyes.
'On the Signal, Company will advance!!!' And formalities over, he
turned back into the father figure he had always been. 'Lads, move
fast, and clear the wire, then drop, we'll fire and manoeuvre up, 6
& 8 platoon moving first, 7 & 8 Covering. Get within 20 yards
and then in with your swords, don't give the bastards a chance to run,
and don't worry about prisoners, they'll only be hanged anyway!!!'
And
with those soft words spoken we waited, what seemed to be an eternity
while the thud of mortar and light artillery rounds smashed into the
Union line. A whistle sounded to my left, and another to my right, and
Major Price blew his, and out we charged.
It was like being born
as i emerged from the trench. The first time i'd seen open daylight in
front of me without being walled by palisade, parapet or wall for
weeks. The grass was green were it was not pitted by shell hole or
mangled with rotting corpse. Like the field of Flanders our
grandparents had fought on, a flurry of poppies had grown towards the
centre of the lawn, and we're now swaying elegantly in the icy wind as
i dashed through the barbed wire, and lay flat on the cold wet grass.
We waited in line for everyone else to get out and through, and then,
once ready, the platoons began to move off. My platoon was one of the
ones to move, and we stood slowly whilst the other put down thin
covering fire. We did not advance in open order like the did in wars
previous, but in a thin worm like column, dashing forward, and dropping
into shell holes whilst the others sprinted to us.
It was 50 yards
in that we started to take enemy fire. A man next to me was hit in the
left cheek and he dropped, not screaming or crying, but paralysed with
fear and agony, as the top part of his jaw fell into his mouth, his
tongue, split, flapped, and the muscled fell away, I saw his spitting
out what was left of teeth and bone and trying not vomit, and continued
running, there was no time for wounded now, we had to keep the momentum
of the assault coming on, but more and more men were succumbing to the
small arms fire now, men we're falling all around, a whip, a thud and a
scream ending the lives of many a close mucker. The bullets cut through
us like angry bees, shipping past our heads, smashing into bone and
muscle. I felt the immense pressure in my stomach, the pain and tension
of fear, but before i knew it we were on them, in there trench. Most
had abandoned it and ran; it being lightly defended, and had ran back.
Those who stayed we're butchered by the sword, or we're clubbed to
death. The closest i ever got to an enemy was a union shop steward who
suddenly appeared from a dug-out with a cricked bat, nails hammered
through one end, who swung idly, catching me off guard are tearing
through the muscle in my left shoulder. I don't remember shouting, but
my friends say I did, as i tripped him and pushed him back with my
weight, and then slammed the sword on the end of my rifle, into his
face, cracking through skull, slicing his nose of cleanly, and
splintering through the wooden beam behind. He didn't scream, though
I'm told i did. We carried on going, moving fast, Major Price, hit, but
alive and kicking leading us forward. We heard the second wave advance
from behind us, just as the barrage lifted, and we turned, right, ready
to roll up the flank, as the other two platoons did the same on the
left. then we waited, as men passed us and moved onwards. We waited for
a counter attack that never came.

At 1500 hours i collapsed from
blood loss to my shoulder and was brought back into Jericho by a
medic.... the siege was lifted, and I was given a tin of fish paste for
tea. We'd suffered over 80% casualties in our attack, but thanks to us,
we would live to fight again, for not the first time in this war, i
envied those that had fallen on the field, for they we're free, and for
us all that loomed wad the prospect of a long drawn out insurgency... I
prayed to a god i didint believe in.

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Croco15
Croco15 Dec 18 2009, 9:14pm says:

Wow.

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 19 2009, 7:11pm replied:

Is that a good wow or a bad wow?? :-)

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MrMattWebb
MrMattWebb Dec 18 2009, 9:19pm says:

tl;dr

lol jk, but seriously. long as hell.

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 19 2009, 7:11pm replied:

Long as hell? have you ever actually read a book that is meant for someone out of Nursery school :-p J/k

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SweatbackSTEEN
SweatbackSTEEN Dec 19 2009, 1:47am says:

very nice

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 19 2009, 7:11pm replied:

Obliged to you!!!

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Squiggers
Squiggers Dec 19 2009, 9:50am says:

Nice one mate. Only thing i'd say is that it could do with a little bit of reformatting, and/or a few concept pieces to break it up. Overall, really nice. :)

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 19 2009, 7:10pm replied:

The formatting breaks up, I write these things on the forum on the spot, and then spell check and copy and paste, maybe I should sit down and write them in something like word.

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Camo_Ninja
Camo_Ninja Dec 20 2009, 1:50am says:

lemme guess...

Unionists are Russians?

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 20 2009, 12:35pm says:

bad guess, unionists are British. This is after the scrap with the russians.

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Handgun_Hero
Handgun_Hero Dec 20 2009, 10:32pm replied:

So basically I'm getting at that when the war started they fought over in Europe, around West Germany and the northern coast of mainland Europe? The Russians had already launched nuclear missiles to strategic cities/locations and capitals on the Western World. The fighting then ended (don't know how, could be anything) or the British troops were simply called back to the mainland, and if so I'd imagine it's because of the Union? After the aftermath of the nuclear apocalypse, it left the British people disillusioned and blaming their government for the disaster, and they formed the Union to overthrow the government and create a new Britain dislodged from the Western World?

Anyways, great work on this piece, really reminds me of the First World War though, and probably not something that would happen in the world of the 1980s, but still very good atmosphere. I imagine this will form part of the game at some point?

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 21 2009, 4:52am replied:

Yes it will form a mission later on in the game.

Think of this as the flow of the story.

War Begins in Europe>>>British and other NATO countries pushed back our of North-West Germany and Holland>>>>Come back to the UK>>>>Nuclear exchange happens whilst in the UK>>>>>UK civil war begins when a group called the Union emerge declaring themselves the new government.

There is no Nuclear war (even tactical) in Europe until two weeks after the war begins.

When it actually happens most of the army is still in Europe, the only reason we see it from the UK is that the players battalion is at home recovering.

I'm trying to add elements into the Game from all of the major wars.

In this part alone you've got a napoloenoice element (bugle major, sound the advance!) You've got the WW1 Element (Trenches etc) and the modern element (weapons and kit). You've also got the vietnam element creeping in (the Army refusing to leave its base at night unless heavily numbered) you've also got the Northern Ireland Element (Same kind of warfare only on an amazingly wider scale).

I'd like to think of this as having elements from all major wars from the later 18th century onwards, who knows??!!!

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Handgun_Hero
Handgun_Hero Dec 21 2009, 5:20am replied:

It just sounds a bit strange, because British soldiers in the 1980s probably would've known more efficient tactics than Napoleon in the 18th century. Though such atmosphere would really immerse the player into a war and make them feel like the driving force of a very large war machine.

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 21 2009, 6:03am says:

Not really, think about it this way, the only thing that truly broke trench and siege warfare was mass mobility. In this story, fuel is limited.

plus soldiers always like to be as traditional as they can!

We're going to give this war as much character as possible (well the civil war part anyway) and make it very personal for the player.

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AmazingRedd
AmazingRedd Dec 22 2009, 7:58pm says:

too long to read for my time, any short summarys :D

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Hendrix Author
Hendrix Dec 23 2009, 5:23am says:

I'm sorry, my Stories dont shorten, thats what gives them their charm!!!

Take 5 minutes out of your hectic life style, and relax, maybe make a cup of tea, and read, and enjoy!!!

You'll feel better sir!

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thevladdo
thevladdo Jan 9 2010, 6:58am says:

Very exciting , if only there weren't any spelling errors and it was more organized..

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