‘A soldier’s view’
Bzzzzzzz, the alarm rings out as I get my 7am wake up call to head off for work. Well, its 7am NZ time but I am living and working in Europe at the moment. I do a few stretches and then knuckle down to a good breakfast.
Then its time to shower, and get the gear together. A lot to carry, but that’s no problem. I have settled for the Krylov, defibrillators and the advanced medic pack for todays trip over to the Cerebere Landing. Cerebere is a little village down on the French and Spanish border, on the Mediterranean. A[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman]n agreement was signed between Spain and France in 1864 to build a rail link between the two countries, leading to the construction of two frontier stations at Portbou and at Cerbère. The international tunnel was inaugurated in 1876, the tracks laid and the international station opened in 1878. Traffic was immediately important, and led to a rapid growth of population. The rail infrastructure grew to a considerable size, since the differing track quages in Spain and France necessitated moving all merchandise between trains - simpler than changing the axles. The growth in population led naturally to the creation of the commune of Cerbère (1889), which had 1428 inhabitants in the census of 1891, but that’s all history now, as it was nearly 300 years ago.
Now in the year 2142, Cerbere Landing is the last EU stronghold on the European continent. The port has served as the chief defensive hub for the EUs Northern Mediterranean operations. We are up against the Hell Brigade, the EUs premiere infantry unit, assigned to defend the city.
The transporter comes by about an hour later and I catch up with 5 of my PAC colleagues. With in no time we are heading towards the destination point at the harbour. The transporter drops us at the docks and we must fight our way up the hill to the EU base, under the command of Yuri Vladomirovic, the PAC General.
Its hot and there and the sound of gun fire is everywhere, the T-39-Battlewalker was already highly damaged from the intense firefight happening within the docks. The engineers are trying to get it back up and running as the commander is bellowing out instructions over the cacophony of noise. We have been placed under a squad leader known as maddog. Maddog made his name in the gunship but today we are on foot, but that’s no problem as we have been under his leadership before and he runs a good ship. He dished out our directives and we are off. As we fight up the right of the town towards South Town Centre my comrade Jimmy Wrangles is hit by a Zeller sniper bullet, right between the eyes and dies there and then. Fortunately, I have packed the defibrillators and leap to his aid. As I hook him up to them and the electricity runs through them I notice that there are bodies falling all around me. I hit him with them a second time and he jumps back to life and carries forward into the thick fog. ‘Damn, these defibs are good’, I am thinking as I run along side another dead colleague, throwing down a medic pack on the way for the heavily injured to get instant relief.
I see where the main sniper fire is coming from on the hill behind the sentry post, and begin my ascent with my trusty Krylov at the ready. We are starting to make good steady progress when I take a hit from one of the snipers. I can feel my life draining as the second bullet rips into my flesh tearing it away from my thigh bone. A third bullet burns into my stomach and there is total silence and darkness.
Fortunately, we had taken the first spawn point just behind the sentry post. Within 15 seconds I am back on my feet separated from the rest squad. That’s not un-normal, I have a quick look on my netbat system for where my squad and the enemy are, and then head up the hill. There are a bunch of rocks in front so I take the chance to hide and look to see whats coming. My netbat system tells me an enemy squad are heading my way. I remove one of my grenades and send it 25-30 feet ahead of me. I cant see it land but the screaming that’s pierces the air suggests it hit the spot. I take a quick look to see I hit 3 of them and then slowly proceed up the hill.
I have just realized that I have also gone up a rank, but now is not the time of self congratulations. Gone are the days where you just got medals and ranks due to the person above you nominating you etc. These days its all a little more precise and is done on a points system. Points are awarded to a soldier for enemy kills, capturing key enemy waypoints and for support functions. Therefore, whenever I revive someone with my defibrillators, heal someone with my medic pack, repair a truck etc, I get points. This enables me to climb the ranks. It can take a while sometimes to get your points and awards but this can be due to the amount of time it takes to confirm the action that has happened.
The sniper has returned to the top of the hill within a stone’s throw from my position. I make my way quietly towards him and draw my knife . . .
“the kids need putting to bed” is the shout from behind me from my wife, and within an instant I am back to the real world. Didn’t even get a chance to finish the round! Never mind, 5 kills and only one death, is not a bad days work. I shut down the computer, until the next time, and go and see to the kids.
Written by Vlad the Inhaler.