the attacking Limps while still making a backwards movement. We will have to practice this movement more. It might also be better if we actually make a forward movement instead, going over the bodies. The movement was made successfully, trucks included.
Action died down considerably by 12:30. At this point most units were no longer in constant combat and the horde was greatly thinned down to those that had been following up the horde from behind, whether they had been part of the horde or had come along after the scouts. At this point the Flankers were allowed to move out beyond the line and begin dispatching the lone Limps. Captains also allowed Snipers to begin using the furthest Limps as target practice. As shots rang out, a cheer went up among the 3 rd Group. The engagement was officially finished at 12:47 p.m.
After the engagement, the Units were allowed to stand down. Flankers and snipers kept a lookout while pikemen were allowed to drink and rest. Units were allowed to eat lunch and by 1:50 post engagement began. Units began going about the bodies making sure they were completely dispatched, and then dragging their bodies into the median between the east and west bound lanes of highway 74. Unit captains drew a count of 1,376 Limps destroyed. The piles of bodies were then fueled and set on fire.
3 rd Group left the scene of the engagement at 4:35 p.m. and headed back to Sunny Pointe.
After Action Thoughts
3 rd Hunter Group performed as we had trained for this occasion. More practice is needed for any movement that must happen in combat.
We were able to dispatch over one thousand Limps in about an hour. Captains generally agree that their units might have been able to withstand heavy action for another hour before fatigue began to set in. It might be important to not deploy the entire Group and instead allow some units to remain in reserve and move units in and out of the line to allow them to rest if we encounter larger hordes. Where we chose to engage the hordes will also be equally as important. We will always be greatly outnumbered in every encounter we are in and using the land to help us defend will allow us to survive better.
There were 0 casualties. No major injuries. One pikeman suffered from the heat and was removed during combat. No pikemen were injured directly by a Limp.
Overall, a sound success.
Dear Mother,
Yesterday I went into my first battle against our foe. Never in my entire short life had I ever imagined myself as a soldier on the field of battle, but this morning I held my weapon in fear, anguish, anxiety, courage and anticipation. We had been training for a month, which really doesn’t seem like a very long time, but I don’t think time was a luxury we had. We were confident in what we were doing despite the fact that when I looked around me, I saw office managers, data entry reps, warehouse stockers, a bartender, a teacher, a police officer and a fitness instructor. Not a single one of us had ever imagined being in the front line against an enemy that seemingly wants our destruction.
The battle was won, mother. It was a complete success. Not a single man or woman today was killed and only a few were even moderately hurt. Our plan on how to face our enemy seems to work and oddly enough, I now look forward to more battles.
I always thought, when younger, and watching movies or reading history books, just how it would be for a man to take up arms against another man and willingly take his life. I was apprehensive as we drove out to where we would fight, mentally preparing myself for the thought of taking another man’s life, but mother, these are not men. They look like our neighbors, our friends, some of them look almost normal, but they are not men. There is something deeper, something horrible, inside of those shells, something ancient and evil. We stood there in a line, waiting for them to come to us, and when they saw us, they screamed and moaned, as if they hated our very
Action died down considerably by 12:30. At this point most units were no longer in constant combat and the horde was greatly thinned down to those that had been following up the horde from behind, whether they had been part of the horde or had come along after the scouts. At this point the Flankers were allowed to move out beyond the line and begin dispatching the lone Limps. Captains also allowed Snipers to begin using the furthest Limps as target practice. As shots rang out, a cheer went up among the 3 rd Group. The engagement was officially finished at 12:47 p.m.
After the engagement, the Units were allowed to stand down. Flankers and snipers kept a lookout while pikemen were allowed to drink and rest. Units were allowed to eat lunch and by 1:50 post engagement began. Units began going about the bodies making sure they were completely dispatched, and then dragging their bodies into the median between the east and west bound lanes of highway 74. Unit captains drew a count of 1,376 Limps destroyed. The piles of bodies were then fueled and set on fire.
3 rd Group left the scene of the engagement at 4:35 p.m. and headed back to Sunny Pointe.
After Action Thoughts
3 rd Hunter Group performed as we had trained for this occasion. More practice is needed for any movement that must happen in combat.
We were able to dispatch over one thousand Limps in about an hour. Captains generally agree that their units might have been able to withstand heavy action for another hour before fatigue began to set in. It might be important to not deploy the entire Group and instead allow some units to remain in reserve and move units in and out of the line to allow them to rest if we encounter larger hordes. Where we chose to engage the hordes will also be equally as important. We will always be greatly outnumbered in every encounter we are in and using the land to help us defend will allow us to survive better.
There were 0 casualties. No major injuries. One pikeman suffered from the heat and was removed during combat. No pikemen were injured directly by a Limp.
Overall, a sound success.
Dear Mother,
Yesterday I went into my first battle against our foe. Never in my entire short life had I ever imagined myself as a soldier on the field of battle, but this morning I held my weapon in fear, anguish, anxiety, courage and anticipation. We had been training for a month, which really doesn’t seem like a very long time, but I don’t think time was a luxury we had. We were confident in what we were doing despite the fact that when I looked around me, I saw office managers, data entry reps, warehouse stockers, a bartender, a teacher, a police officer and a fitness instructor. Not a single one of us had ever imagined being in the front line against an enemy that seemingly wants our destruction.
The battle was won, mother. It was a complete success. Not a single man or woman today was killed and only a few were even moderately hurt. Our plan on how to face our enemy seems to work and oddly enough, I now look forward to more battles.
I always thought, when younger, and watching movies or reading history books, just how it would be for a man to take up arms against another man and willingly take his life. I was apprehensive as we drove out to where we would fight, mentally preparing myself for the thought of taking another man’s life, but mother, these are not men. They look like our neighbors, our friends, some of them look almost normal, but they are not men. There is something deeper, something horrible, inside of those shells, something ancient and evil. We stood there in a line, waiting for them to come to us, and when they saw us, they screamed and moaned, as if they hated our very
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