Combat Diary Part I
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I thought I might as well start to write something on the paper after I was re-assigned to this special unit. To my surprise, this supposedly crack squadron basically consists of a bunch of rookies without any commisioned officers on field, so I sort of wonder whose great idea this was to begin with but what the hell, government systems are always ****ed one way or the other. At least they give us good briefings of the missions, but what I wish most would be a functional map of the target area! A Sarge in charge only works up to squad level, so hopefully we get some competent people here before we need more men. And, uh, I apparently ate a plasma bolt in the second mission. Beats me how I survived, but the squaddies have been joking about specifically white teeth afterwards. Okay aliens, remember that Mika does not stay dead for long!
And by glancing to the roster I see that I'm being reassigned to carry a ***-damn riot shield with pitiful 9 mm sissy pistol as a standard weapon? The pistol that you can't hit the broadside of a barn with, even if you threw it? The last time I saw, those alien bastards have much better guns we do and I'm now the official bullet sink??!! Could I get the standard uniform in red while we are at it? Or a riot chainsaw?
But yeah fellas, on the other hand I have to admit I have witnessed several creative tactics so far, perhaps a bit too creative like sending the bazooka guy head first and leaving him there without back up - though I recall doing that in the military training exercises too so I guess it's viable. Or the double sided pincer move like in the last mission, we were lucky the bullets actually stopped in the aliens! But the commander seems like a nice guy, maybe there's bit more here than I first thought!
And did some m*********r fire an RPG over me when I was kneeling??!!! That's exactly the sort of thing that sort of grows on your nerves when you've been hit by a plasma bolt that came through the shield that's supposed to stop them! I don't know what exactly happened, but I sort of lost it, and thought the suckers are gonna pay for shooting me even if that's the last thing I'll do. I recall something like that happening to me back in the school days, those bullies left me the hell alone after that. So I pulled the sissy pistol and emptied the clip towards the UFO. Sort of didn't notice there was our people in front, but luckily he was only hit twice. Probably because it's really a sissy pistol, and cannot hit the broadside of a barn, so maybe there's actually reason for it being as it is.
Gotta get some contraband beer for the guy who stopped me bleeding to death, though.
