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A Change in Plans

June 27, 2008

Soldier’s Log 0900

Inspiration: “No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country.” –Gen. George S. Patton

Listening To: Some of the Medic’s Oompapa-crap.

The mission from the TOC changed quickly enough.  The remaining pyro was told to continue to engage the enemy, while I was to split off and take over the sniper’s nest.  A blue sniper named Bullet Catcher was pinning down any reinforcements that were attempting to cross the bridge.  I rushed up to their sniper’s nest, taking out a measly engineer trying to defend the area with a measly sentry gun, taking a small amount of fire in the meantime.  I was full of adrenaline, and came out at Bullet Catcher with rocket’s flying into his sideburns.  I just forgot one thing as my rocket shrapnel hit back at me, knocking me unconscious…

All our medics were now pyros.

I was able to be revived back in our red base, and I know I will be back to win this war.  BLU is weak, and I have made them weaker.  The war rages on, and this soldier is happy… or I would be if the damn medic turned his kraut music off!


The Smell of Napalm

June 23, 2008

Soldier’s Log 0700

Inspiration: “Someday this war’s gonna end…” –Lt. Col. Bill Kilgore

Listening To: “Surfin’ Safari” by the Beach Boys

For days we have been assaulting the Builders League United’s (BLU) fortress right across from our stronghold.  The backers of our company saw fit to hire more pyros, and now both forts smelled like charred meat.  Makes a good solider wish for some fine home cooking.

Nearly half of the combatants currently vying for intelligence control on this god forsaken river have been outfitted with rubber suits and specialized flame throwers.  BLU has been quite devious in using a backburst of gas to ping pong my rockets back at me.  I can eat a few of my rockets, but those rubber suits cannot.

BLU tried to new tactic this morning by using a pyro-medic chain to defend the main entrance to BLU’s fortress factory.  Two other pyros from RED company accompanied me to determine the effectiveness of this enemy tactic and find holes in the defense.  The pyros evaded the enemy front going right for the enemy medic.  I could hear the devilish cries of a burning German within seconds of engagement.  My rockets tore through the front line of pyros sending flying rubber bodies (and body parts) through the air.  Unfortunately we lost one of the pyros in the engagement.  I feel that the RED company should report an MIA given that melted rubber suit is gluing his dead body to the floor (unless the company wants to pay for an engineer to come bring him back).

We will begin advancing deeper into the compound to gain the intelligence as is the mission goal.