6-6-09 Jump to Destiny, Randle, WA
2-27-09 Black Company hosted Op: Masher Vietnam period event held in Port Livingston, LA
11-7-08 Balkan Hammer - Mercy attended as a staff advisor for the Russian side.
8-15-08 Recondo 2008
7-12-08 Junior GI Day
Black Company hosted an event geared towards 12-15 year old players which taught them individual and squad tactics with military and police instructors.
5-23-08 Jump To Destiny AAR written as a letter home from a British Para.
AAR – Mercy
Jump to Destiny
23-25 May 2008
Randle, WA
This letter will reach you after the invasion has started and so likely won’t be
censored. I’ll try to give you a feel for the training and preparation we
received so that you will know that we are well prepared and will be alright. I
hope this letter finds you all well.
We arrived at camp CENSORED, one of over CENSORED Allied camps all over Britain
to begin training for the big day only to see a chap in German uniform manning
the gate! We slowed to decide whether or not we should “capture” him but thought
better of it as we could literally hear the voice of the CG ringing in our ears
slagging us off.
We presented our orders and were directed to the appropriate area for receiving.
No. 6 Troop were detached and working as part of an American Division, by golly
those fellows had plenty of food, beer, cigarettes and even sweets. Things we’d
not seen in a long time, and were very generous with it, it was very like
Christmas!

We settled in to camp and made our kit ready for an early stand-to, just in case
a Sergeant Major was lurking about. Turns out we were seconded at the Division
level and I was brevetted to Lieutenant so there was no RSM within miles, this
caused an outbreak of morale.
Five AM the next morning rolled around and found us having a brew and oatmeal
for breakfast after a 15 minute battle to get those wretched anklets and the
rest of our clobber back on. Watching those Yanks eat stew and hash for
breakfast made me glad His Majesty’s Army knows the difference between dinner
and breakfast; though we remain stunned at how much meat the American’s have
available with each meal.

The day started off in the parade square with formation and drill and rapidly
progressed to small unit tactics. Things like military map symbols, patrol
formations, react to contact, break contact, etc. were covered to remind
everyone what we were preparing for. Though I doubt any of us needed reminding;
we were to be the vanguard for Op: Neptune the airbourne portion of the D-Day
landings. Our little group of Brits was
attached to the American Pathfinders for this block of training and we thought
certainly we’d have Pathfinder duties during the invasion; this was not to be
so. Additionally, the Staff had brought in SOE agents in German uniforms for us
to practice against, they were very convincing.

We were allowed a quick lunch then moved on to our parachute refreshers which
included a short class on the equipment and then PLF training from the height of
a foot-locker then finally from the door of our C-47.

The Yanks had us jumping with our rifles, which seemed a bit odd to me since all
British Regiments locate and retrieve their weapons from drop cases on the
dropping zones. Though, I was a believer once we hit the ground in France, I can
tell you. It was a great comfort to be immediately armed on that dark field with
Jerries prowling about!
After parachute training Platoon and Troop leaders were called to individual
briefings where we were given our missions and some time to formulate a plan and
write our operations orders. These orders would be presented as part of the
overall invasion plan so that every unit would know all of the missions to be
accomplished.

No. 6 Scout Troop was to parachute into France in the early morning lifts with
the Pathfinders and link-up with some members of the French Resistance to
conduct a raid on a wireless tower that was apparently vital to German Command
and Control and then move out to locate some Artillery positions, and generally
harass the Germans until relieved.
The whole operation was briefed and our parachute landings were just a small
part of an enormously complex plan that has millions of soldiers, sailors and
airmen in on the invasion we’ve all been waiting for. The scale is mind boggling
though I expect you’ve heard by now what is happening here, it is a sight to
see.

After all the briefings and a first aide class by the Medics we had dinner and
there was a mail call. I had high hopes of getting a letter from you, but then
remembered that all our post was being held at Regimental HQ and not forwarded
through to our temporary duty station. I received all the mail once we got back
to our unit yesterday; thank you for the molasses, but you shouldn’t worry about
us we’re being well fed.
Our stand-to for the invasion was 0230 hours at our designated aircraft. I never
thought I would be able to get my head down but I slept well until 0130 hours
and then woke up and reviewed my mission orders again as I would not be able to
take them with me into France, and I didn’t want to muck it up.
Our little troop marched down to the airstrip in frosty weather with plenty of
rain and awaited our turn to rig up our static lines and board the plane. I
brought a few personal photos and the like, and had my pack filled with spare
food, ammunitions, rain cape and loads of other stuff we were likely to need. I
thought it was fairly heavy but it was nothing compared to the parachute itself.
We loaded onto the plane and took off for France. It was so loud that we could
barely hear the jumpmaster, but he used hand-signals so that we would all know
what was coming. My chalk was the first out of the plane and I was the first out
of my chalk, they say jumping is as easy as walking, and they are right. It’s
the landing that’s the tricky bit, if I wasn’t soaked before I was well soaked
after I landed. We landed in our correct Dropping Zone and as I found out later
were very lucky to have done so. Good show for he RAF! Many of the parachute drops were dropped far
off course, it was jolly good luck that everyone knew all the missions required
of the parachute divisions.
As previously mentioned we dropped with our weapons and upon landing I
immediately cambered a round in my trusty Enfield and began the link-up with the
rest of the Troop. We found each other in short order and quickly got orientated
with a compass and moved out to the South and East, en route to our first
objective, which was a wireless tower Jerry would need to use to call for
reinforcements to try to halt the landings at Normandy.
We passed very near to a large Chateau which luckily for us had no dogs to alert
any nearby Germans. We then came to a small irrigation trench with a fence on
the far side. I was rear guard and Elmo was just a head of me. Upon seeing him
fall into the trench I hopped in as well, I had it in my head that he had
injured himself, but he was just cursing having fallen into the trench in the
first place. The trench had a bit of water in it but it’s not as if it mattered
with the rain we were soaked through any way. After being half dragged and
clambering out of the trench we hopped a fence, which I dearly hoped wouldn’t
collapse under Elmo’s weight as it would make quite a bit of noise…you know what
with the cursing and laughing and all! We could hear the planes overhead
conducting drops and sporadic gunfire. It was nothing like I thought it would be
with Germans crawling over every inch of the dropping zones, I think we really
surprised them. I’m certain that the later drops encountered far more Germans,
it was very tough on them.
We trekked across some more open fields (not a nice feeling) and eventually met
up with three members of the French Resistance who were to guide us on to the
radio tower. While moving toward the tower the Germans shot parachute flares
over the nearby dropping zones, I advised everyone to not look at them to save
our night vision, plus nothing shows up quite as nicely as a face turned up
towards a flare!
The intelligence was actually quite good on the location of the Command
facility; it was exactly located where the map said it should be. We had moved
very stealthily up to the tower and detected no sentries in the area; though
Elmo was certain he heard movement to the South of our route of march we had no
contact. Just at BMNT (approx 0510h) we rushed onto the target site with guns at
the ready and quickly moved into a security perimeter while our Demolitions
Expert L/Cpl Kosmos set his charges on the tower.
Kosmos took no more than a minute to place his charges and set them for
detonation. I counted everyone off of the objective and we headed out of the
area as fast and quietly as we could. I happened to look back over my shoulder
just as the two charges were going off, they were spectacularly orange and
bright in the pre-dawn light and the tower crashed to the ground and was
certainly out of action.
The French Resistance fighters one of whom was an SOE man consisted of two men
and one woman and they had obviously been fighting and working together for many
years. The man and woman said they would like to stay and fight with us for this
day of days but that the other member of their team had other duties to attend
to. Of course I was more than happy to add two seasoned fighters to our little
group. They knew the area and could help us to locate the guns which were our
next objective of the day.
We set off to the North at rather a rapid clip. I was very nervous with the
speed we were covering ground as it made us easy targets but we were assured
that the area was unlikely to have many Germans as they were all apparently off
trying to over-run the DZs. Who was I to argue, these Resistance fighters had
been battling the Germans for years in this very area so we moved on.
Some while later we searched the area the guns were said to be in and located
several bunkers, a mortar emplacement and a large artillery piece. Part of the
Troop was left in a defensive perimeter and we conducted a leader’s recon on the
site. It was apparently lightly defended and we withdrew to find some Americans.
Our briefing had the Americans moving to their daylight Assembly Areas, but we
saw no one there and started to move North to find some Germans to harass.
Just after sunrise a kubelwagen came barreling down the road we were following,
and we dived into the tall grass just as it went past. We considered ambushing
it, but were reluctant to do so with so few personnel (administratively we were
told not to attack the vehicles). Well that was that, there was a heavy amount
of traffic on the road and we suddenly heard gunfire to the South. We reversed
our direction and moved to the sound of the guns. We came up right behind some
Germans in a small ditch line and counting on the Americans to advance when they
saw our small troop rush the German position. We began shooting and advancing
over open ground until we were almost on top of the German position, all for the
glory of the Regiment, (not just mental, RegiMental) plus we’d accepted the
King’s Shilling.

The Americans left us to our fate, until it was quite too late. Everyone in the
troop was either wounded or killed out right. They finally finished off the
Germans just as our position was over-run. I was lucky to escape with a light
wound and a German parachute soldier who was about to finish me was killed by a Yank
paratrooper. Gorblimey! I'm not much for god bothering, but I bent his ear a bit
on that one.
They provided a medic and patched us up quite well enough to continue the fight.
I advised their Lt. Colonel that we had located the German artillery which
didn’t seem to be heavily defended but, as we were leaving the area it appeared
that elements of the 12th SS were moving into the position. He advised me that
we were to move into their daylight assembly area and brief the Captain who was
to lead the assault. Seems we’d just been a little early in checking out their
daylight AA, we had missed them the first time. We started heading for the wood
line when we came upon a Yank Colonel with a bottle of some sort of captured
champaign. He seemed very happy and gladly shared a sip with us, he said the
invasion was going well. This was good news as we’d not heard anything from any
one and our first real brush with the Germans had left us hurting.
I reported to the Colonel the destruction of the wireless tower and our success
in locating the guns. He said he was really glad to hear that, as they hadn’t
heard from our element since we dropped. I didn’t bother to mention that the
radio got somewhat soggy and wasn’t working. He also told us to standby as the
Company was assembled.

We started to move off into the wood line to get out of the open field when we
were called back to help stave off a light assault by a German squad. We got on
line to sweep the area and I called some paratroopers who were moving through
the field to sweep right with us and move onto the daylight AA. Once we got onto
the daylight AA those lads were called back to their squad and we gathered up to
wait for the Company to be ready to move. I quickly briefed a Captain on the
location of the German artillery and showed him its location on the map then
went back and had a sit down with the Troop. One of the Resistance chaps brought
us a bottle of captured champaign and some type of waffle cookies. We tore into
the cookies but avoided the alcohol as there seemed a lot of fighting yet to do.
The rain had not let up since we dropped into France and until we’d stopped to
await the assembly of the paratrooper Company I’d not been unduly uncomfortable.
During this wait I surely could have done with a brew up but was unsure how long
we would be and didn’t want to start a cup only to have to throw it out before
it was done, so we slowly started to feel the damp and the cold creeping up on
us. It was all fine once we got into action again however.
After about 20 minutes, a paratrooper with a .30 cal machine gun and his
assistant gunner joined us for the impending assault. We were to move right into
the teeth of the bunker complex and engage it as best we could as a sort of
decoy. The main force would move to the right flank of the bunkers and hit them
with everything they had.
In due course we moved up to the bunker complex and immediately began to take
fire. We moved the .30 cal as close as possible to provide covering fire while
Sgt. Schmitty and L/Cpl Kosmos began flanking out to the left of the complex, as
the Americans began the main assault. Once the .30 cal was in place I moved off
to the left to follow-on the assault with Elmo. I was just starting to move in
that direction when I saw a rifle grenade pass between Schmitty and Kosmos and
land at Elmo’s feet. Poor chap he was blown to bits.

I moved on to catch up with Schmitty and Kosmos just as they reached the nearest
bunker, and the paratroopers were also sweeping over the objective. It was a
tough fight but the Germans were heavily outnumbered. The paratroopers then set
up a defensive perimeter around the area and began the work of destroying the
enemy mortars and guns. Our little troop conducted a patrol from a Pathfinder’s
road check point to the South and West of the new defensive perimeter to ensure
there were no Germans trying to counter-attack from that direction. As we got
back to the road check point the Germans launched a counter-attack from the
North.
The Troop dashed across the road and started a flanking maneuver to the right.
We moved rapidly through the trees and came upon a dead German and a wounded
American. We were deep into the woods off the road and a figure was just along
the edge of the wood line and was in silhouette. I couldn’t tell if he was a
German or an American. I raised my rifle and took aim at him, and was just
taking a breath to issue a challenge when a paratrooper Sgt who had seen us
enter the right side yelled out to me that there was a German even with the gun
emplacement. Here I was looking right down my rifle at someone even with the gun
emplacement! This Jerry had some English apparently because he started to spin
around to find me but I let my shot go and hit him before he could turn all the
way around. He did fire off a shot as he fell and it whizzed off above my head.
We gathered up the wounded GI and since it was just a sprain sent him on his
way.

There was another quick briefing, detailing our leaving of the position to
pursue the Germans to the North. Whilst the briefing was going on we heard
sounds of a battle to the South. The Lt. Colonel advised us that the firing was
the American 4th Infantry Division and that we should move out and finish off
some more Germans before those infantry types tried to hog all the glory!
We moved off in search of more Germans and didn’t have long to wait I can tell
you. We’d stumbled onto a rather large bunker complex and it had more than
enough Germans in it to keep us busy. Our troop moved out to a flank and began
pushing forward. A Yank next to me was hit but there was nothing I could
do for him as just at that moment a large group of Germans rushed out of their
fighting positions like wild men. All of us were shooting madly, I was grazed
lightly and could continue and so moved forward with Schmitty to dig out some of
the last resistance. The Americans moved rapidly into the main complex and
cleared it out. I heard later that the Lt. Colonel was badly wounded leading the
assault.
Just as we were clearing out the last of the bunkers a call went up that an SS
man had gotten into our casualty collection area and having killed the medic was
executing the wounded. I bolted up the trail with an American paratrooper just ahead
of me, and we turned the corner right into a full blast of MP40 fire. I’d been
lucky so far but this wound had me shot in the hand. My rifle dropped to the
ground and I went with it to get clear of the hail of SMG fire. I think the
paratrooper next to me was killed out right, poor sod, he’d gotten the full
brunt of the fire. I called for a medic and said where I’d seen the German to
anyone who could hear me. The German was quickly dealt with and I moved off to
the newly established casualty collection point.

It was at that point that the 4th Infantry Division linked-up with us and we
were relieved and sent to the base camp areas to refit, and have a break. Which
is where I am now, healing up and waiting for the next mission which is supposed
to be somewhere in the South of CENSORED. Rote Teufel!
All the best,
Mercy
_________________
The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the
world with fools.
-- Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)
We Few, We Happy Few, We Band of Ruthless Ba*@ards
1-6-2008 Op: NOOb Day
1-27-07 Airsoft Challenge Op: Balkan Hammer
10-06-07 Op: Broadsword
08-17-07 Recondo School 2007
05-26-07 Op: Viper
03-03-06 We're in serious need of a new annalist...does it show?
2006 Lionclaws V, Black Fox, Recondo, Irene IV, Mercury
2005 Lionclaws IV, Irene III
2004 UN: Eviction, Irene II
2003 The Factory, Wounded Bear, Irene I and Hostile Intent
01-18-02
Man wasn't meant to live like this. It's cold, and wet and raining. When it's
not raining, it's snowing or sleeting. I begin to wonder what we're even doing
here, halfway across Russia and very far from home. Although this company of
misfits is all the home most of us have.
It's been almost four years since we've taken up this commission and it seems to
be getting steadily worse. The Captain says that we can't break our commission,
but we all want to leave. Fighting for this long and over so many fronts takes
it's toll. The Company has seen action in Austria, Poland, Belgium, France, and
most recently Russia. There's certainly nothing as lovely as a Russian winter,
especially when it's accented by the sound of artillery and machine-gun fire.
Along with the Germans, we've made a tough push through Russia almost all the
way to Stalingrad. Right now we're holed up in a small village near Stalingrad,
but the Russian army is closing on us fast. We're low on ammunition, food and
supplies, and there is a definite lack of winter clothing. Riverwalker, the
Company surgeon has treated more cases of frostbite than he cares to count.
There are a lot of our guys out there who can't count to ten on their fingers
anymore.
Everyone is dug in here in Thorntunskil, waiting for the Russian attack. Word is
the we might be called on to make some raids and harass the enemy prior to them
reaching the strong point. The joys of missions when it's 0 degrees outside,
snowing, and you're outnumbered ten to one. We've followed the Captain into
worse though.
Elmo is growling at the troops to get up and get ready for the battle at hand.
We're attacking the Russian garrison at Thortunskil at first light. We've been
attached to a German Falshcrimjaeger company for this hellish campaign. The
regulars we're here with don't want to be here either. They're dropping like
flies. Outnumbered, poorly equipped for the weather, supply lines getting longer
everyday, but they still keep going. Innocent young boys, being forced out here
in this wasteland, all for the whims of one man. As for us, well, we're hardly
innocent. Our group has been blooded in almost every major war for some time
now. Our origins are not known to me, some of the early Annals are missing, but
I do know that the Black Company has marched with Caesar, fought with Napoleon
and bled with General Grant. The Company has always had an Annalist to record
its history. I am that man, and I am in charge of these records.
Our group is almost ready for battle. We're spearheading this attack today. Word
is that the Russians plan to assault our Observation Post today. Well, we're
going to get to them before they get to us. As the Captain is fond of saying,
"Attack, attack, attack." The Russians have us outnumbered nearly two to one, at
least the weather is on our side. It's cold, and rainy, which means the Russian
garrison is almost as miserable as we are, maybe more so. Perhaps they'll be
inclined to stay inside today.
It's almost time to go now. The troops are getting their final orders from the
Captain. It's time for me to put down my pen and pick up my rifle. Hopefully
I'll make it back to record the results of this battle.
02-08-01 Four
of the Company (Mercy, Elmo, Riverwalker and Slink) made the incredibly long drive to Tampa for Op: Rolling Thunder.
The rain tried to do in the event, unfortunately. However we had a really
excellent couple of days of game play and found the facility to be very well
laid out. Joachim was attached to BC for a good beating at the hands of the
weather and FA. The first game consisted of the opposing team having to take out
4 or 5 objectives; our mission though was only to hold the bridge. So we set up
on the ridge running along the water the bridge crossed. For the most part the
objectives other than the bridge received no more than a token defense before
the defenders pulled back to the ridge. I believe that at least two of the
objectives where blow by FA although I was busy trying to make my POS MP work :)
One lagger was left behind for the inevitable attempt to sweep the M60 to the
rear. With the heavy gun shut down for a bit the opposing force bogged down long
enough for the time limit to run out. The next game had us set up in a town with
the M60 attached to us...unfortunately the game ended up being called due to
rain. There was tons of rain that weekend:( The next mission was locating the
key to the battle wagon...that mission was doomed to fail. Thanks for getting
triple A out for us guys, it would have been a long walk home!
The mission following the rain had us attacking the town to locate a
box. Two snipers were placed on towers (a misunderstanding that there were not
two separate towers for each sniper lead us to think that the actual single
tower was in fact held by one sniper, theirs). The referee for the match took us
the long way around to the back of the field. The M60 was waiting in a house for
us. They put their medic to good use inside the fortified positions, lol we
forgot we had one. Elmo managed to take the M60 out when he went on the move and
was getting ready to mop up the security element but was called out of
bounds...shortly we found out there was in fact no out of bounds however by that
time the game had been called. Needless to say the box was located just about
under the Sniper's nest...and they were untouchable/invulnerable. It would have
been interesting to try to get into that building I can tell you! A night game
was played among some of FA inside the city...but feeling like we weren't
familiar enough with the area to play in the dark safely we opted out, after
losing the war wagon key then knowing we'd have to dig it out of the wet soft
sand it was parked in we weren't feeling lucky enough to keep from impaling
ourselves on nails, sticks or other sharp pointy things. We went back to the
hotel for a evenings adventure at the Rusty Pelican (you'll all hear about that
one later..lol).
The second day promised to be just as rainy as the first and since we and
Joachim had a long drive ahead we played a couple of quick games before heading
out. The first had us attacking the ridge we had defended the previous day. Our
unfamiliarity with the field told quickly...our line was oriented to the
incorrect direction when we ran into the ridge. Instead of being at our front it
was at our left...lol. Unfortunately a regrouping never occurred...we'd left our
radios thinking it would be a straight forward attack. It was sort of, for the
defending team :) We then played a defend the town scenario. It actually went
quite well for us until 3 of our 6 guns just flat stopped working. After which
the defense of the innocent town crumbled like a wet cracker. A shot in the
bridge of the nose from an upgraded M16 at about 6 feet had me seeing stars so I
can't report much else after that except that the ER Doctor in Gulf Breeze
informed me that there was no permanent damage...
In all we had a good time and learned that if we want to use standard
capacity magazines we'd have to get a squad weapon...the suppression capability
is just too heavy to fight with standards. I would like to thank to FA for
having us down and letting us play in the rain with them, we had a good time and
hope you guys can make the trip to a SWAT competition we hope to set up within
the next year.
"Darkness always comes." Mercy.
10-11-00 A always a good time was had. We always enjoy our trips to skirmish with the guys in Pensacola. Unfortunately we had to detach our newest member, Goblin, to the other team since they were a little short. The first day was spent playing a couple of games during the day, then a brief attempt at some night games. It was however a bit too dark to play safely so that was scrubbed in favor of going to dinner! The second day saw most of the local players stay home thus missing what has traditionally been the best day of gaming...the swirling killing grounds of the "city". Many thanks to SpyderSniper for setting up the game and we were sorry to hear that J68 couldn't make it. The following debrief is taken from SpyderSniper's website, thanks Spyder...
Operation: Special Reaction ended on Dec 10th with the Navy Seals recovering
the stolen documents, and rendering Wang's Electronics useless. With cunning
skill and a long day, the end finally came with a large explosion to the secret
nuclear laboratory.
A few lessons were learned during this Operation.
1. Never shoot the medic on your own team.
2. All games should have a 30 minute maximum time limit.
3. When you see enemy troops waving through your scope, look for the
velociraptor in the bushes beside you.
4. Tracers work best when they are tracers.
5. Bring more money for the tailgate arms deals.
6. Batteries work best when charged.
7. TEAMWORK, TEAMWORK, TEAMWORK!!!
All things said this weekend's games went rather smoothly. The excellent assault
training from The Black Company on Sunday was well received, and needed. Two Man
team assaults on a defended base were very interesting, and worked surprisingly
well.
08-14-00 Much time has passed since I've had time to work on these Annals. Company business had taken me far away into the mountains for several weeks on a mission whose nature cannot be revealed at this time. Upon my return, I was informed that the Company was going to battle the next day. Being on leave from my previous company mission, I decided to sit this mission out. I'm getting accounts of the battle from the brothers that were there and they will be recorded as soon as I make sense of them.
07-13-00 Mercy, Elmo and I
(Walleye) were
called up on short notice for a long-range mission to Houston recently (Op:
Sunrise). The
company rose before the sun and began its trek to the land of the Astros.
Arriving early, we took the some time to rest and asses our situation. As our
opponents began to arrive, we agreed it was time to make ourselves known. After
cursory introductions and the like, we decided it was time to gear up. As we
strolled in heavy, we made quite an impression. Soon, the games were to begin.
The Company was attached to another group, the
Silent Knights. With them,
we scouted the terrain, and soon after began the first game. Mercy and I flanked
the enemy and snuck up behind them, much to their surprise. I removed one member
of the opposing team while Mercy moved up. As I was moving up to cover Mercy, I
ran right up on someone, and not knowing what team he was on, I hesitated, and
ended up dead because of it. Mercy finished him though, and then moved on to get 3
surrenders. Our team won the match.
The second round was played on the same field. This game was marked by
friendly fire incidents. Mercy, Elmo and I decided to set up an ambush for the
opposing force. An opfor member walked right by my position without knowing it
and quickly cowed to the sight of the end of my barrel in his face and a demand
for his surrender. The Company moved up and Elmo accidentally shot a member of
our team after Mercy pointed him out. I covered Mercy as she moved up and
encountered a storm of fire as she got into position. She was killed (a FF
incident too), and I advanced toward the rear to link up with Elmo. We got back
into ambush position as 2 opfor members walked up onto a trail near us. As me &
Elmo waited to light them up, a member of our team slipped up from behind and
killed both of them. He promptly turned his gun on Elmo and outed him. He then
came up to join me and as we were discussing what to do, someone walked up and
blindsided me from the left, removing me from the battle. I did my best to be a
pellet shield and removed myself once the shooting stopped. The game wound down
to a slow 3 on 1 match which our team eventually won.
The third game was a scenario game. The company and its cohorts were tasked
with retrieving a box and returning it to a defended enemy position. The Company
moved quickly and found the box. Mercy was leading the contingent and I was
tasked to rear security. We moved the box out of the immediate danger zone,
dropped it off with a guard and advanced to clear the defenders out. Elmo
advanced up the middle and took out several members until he was cut down.
Myself, Mercy and the rest of the crew were advancing under cover and taking the
enemy down as we moved. We advanced past the buildings and to a small wooded
area. I covered the rear and flanks while the rest of the squad advanced.
Unfortunately, they neglected to tell me when the last one of them passed. I was
left with a big area to cover and I didn't know where my teammates were. Not
being too keen on moving without cover or knowledge of where my team and the
enemy were, I held my position for quite some time in the hot sun. Eventually, I
heard some movement ahead and decided it was time to investigate. I moved up and
collected another one of my teammates. We were joined by Mercy soon who had
fallen back to get some help. We advanced, cutting down 2 enemy defenders and
clearing the path for the box. We were much relieved when the box finally
completed it's journey to El Gringo. It was tortuously hot outside, and the
weather had begun to take it's effects on me. Mercy and I decided to sit the
next game out because we had been out in the heat so long.
The final game the company participated in was a general run scenario. Elmo
was the personal bodyguard of the VIP and personally masterminded the operation.
He sent a diversionary force to one flank of the enemy's territory, while he and
the general advanced toward the objective. The operation was a huge success and
the general made it to the objective unscathed.
The Black Company had a great time in Houston, and was a very efficient
force-multiplier for our team. We look forward to playing with these groups
again. Well, I'm off for some much needed R&R, check back soon for the latest
installment...