I'd almost forgotten the feel of a good Top Gun match. Been too long since that "puny mortals I am the avatar of death itself" sort of thing.
Like this game.
Started out with two kills when the teams were still vaguely
even; we had four, they had ten (like I said, vaguely. Ok, not really). My teammates go down, taking three with them. It's now one on seven. I killed six of them. I would have killed that pansy of a Sherman if he hadn't run away and hid where I couldn't find him.
Top Gun, Sniper, Defender, Steel Wall, Wittmann's Medal, Oskin's Medal, one kill away from Kolobanov's Medal, and only a couple shots away from Fadin's Medal. Crowning Moment of Awesome for that game was taking a hit from the Top Gun contender arty piece on the other team, surviving but losing a track out of effective range (with no remaining toolkit), repairing it, taking another hit, still not dying
and then finishing the bastard off while his friendly Lee tries his damnedest to scratch me. It was glorious.