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[Airsoft] Skirmish Day

Easy Tactical fielded a couple of prospective members this weekend, both of them made the cut. I had to work during the morning, so I didn't get to see Colton play, but he comes highly recommended by one of the guys I'm grooming for a team leader position, and that's all I needed. I did get to roll with Lucky during the evening portion of the skirmish day, though, and he's definitely a keeper. He doesn't have a lot of equipment, but he works well with what he's got.

The AO we were rolling in is basically a large bowl. There are two steep roads that lead into the field, and the entire area is ringed by hills. Our first objective during the day was a steep spire on the edge of the AO that's been nicknamed "Rocky Top." The front of the spire has large, jagged formations of black sandstone and a path that winds up between them. It's open, there's not much foliage to cover an advance from that side, and it becomes a meat grinder when a full force tries to take it. That's why we go up the back.

Now, the back side isn't a breeze, either. You've got dense crunchberry forest (a colloquialism for noisy, crackly underbrush) and a steep climb up a near-vertical slope covered in pine straw (it's like trying to walk up a hill covered in prickly Vaseline), but it beats getting chewed up dodging between rocks.

Travis, Lucky, and I broke off from our company early on, while they were fighting over Bunker Hill, to secure Rocky Top for the next scoring. We went through Lumber Mill and Trenches, and followed the edge of the field until we reached the base of Rocky Top. We moved slowly and carefully through the crunchberry forest and managed to take out a couple of enemies who somehow failed to spot or hear us until it was too late (they thought we'd come down the hill behind them, too; we didn't confirm or deny it).

From there, we began to climb. I went left and sent Lucky right, Travis stayed back to watch the ridge. Lucky got spotted and shot, but the guy who got him moved to take cover behind a tree and put himself right in my sights. I took him out and moved to heal Lucky, someone else shot at me and Travis took him out. Textbook maneuvering, basically.

We were sitting right on the edge of the summit, trying to determine where the other enemies were when the rest of our company came barreling up behind us, shouting "Alpha" to identify themselves. We ended up taking Rocky Top with overwhelming force, but with thirty minutes to the next index.

Our CO left a group of guys with me to protect Rocky Top, and went to reinforce Ghost at Crossroads. I lined some kids up on the ridge we'd just climbed, and four or five guys to watch the front. We took harassing fire from the rear for a while before the guy got impatient and climbed right into my sights. About four minutes to index, we started receiving sniper fire from somewhere north of us, but we managed to hold out until we secured the score. Travis had gone down the road with the rest of the company, leaving Lucky and I to defend to the index, but once we had it, we exfiltrated as smoothly as we could walking backward down a steep slope.

Travis met up with us in the woods at the bottom of Rocky Top, and the three of us followed a footpath toward Radar Station, which was the next index. Along the way, we ran into and took out our sniper, who was headed the same way. At one point, a heavy firefight broke out, with enemies mere feet away from us, but we stayed low and avoided contact. Our objective was Radar Station, and we wanted to get there without having to return to our respawn point on the other side of the field.

Radar Station is a small plywood fortification built on the side of the hill leading into the field. To the west, the terrain rises, to the east, the terrain falls. We made radio contact with a group to the west, who had a good position on Radar Station, but wanted a distraction from the other end, so it fell to us to assault Radar Station from the bottom of the hill. We got chewed to pieces, but the plan worked, and someone healed us back in after the defenders got wiped out. Lucky even managed to get in close enough to pop a couple of people with his pistol, which was pretty impressive.

All-in-all, a good day. We rolled well together, and our game is definitely improving. We just need to keep on it, is all.


This is a war story, summarizing a day in combat. The exact location isn't specified, but it could be any war, anywhere, at any time. Many deaths are described in just one or two phrases, but no feelings of sorrow or remorse are expressed. I believe that this is telling the reader that this is how war is, and how soldiers behave and think in combat.

I don't know if this is based on any of the writer's personal experiences. If it is, I congratulate his bravery.

If not, I congratulate his ability as a writer.

Either way Atlean Wordsmith, I say thank you.
Just out of curiosity, how does one determine if you can be healed or if you're dead?

Is it sort of like you go down no matter what after the first hit, then if you get hit *while* you're down then you have to go respawn?

Anyway I love these dude! So cool, I really wish I got into airsoft. Every now and again I find myself on YouTube, watching GoPro airsoft sniper videos, WWII airsoft re-enactments, the crazy awesome forests they have dedicated to the sport(?) in Scotland. Looks really fun.

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