We arrived early that morning, blaring Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries." I saw intimidation on peoples face as we rolled out of the Burb. We started to get our gear out and then realized that Mouse had left his gear at home... Well, my stepdad left with him to go get his stuff, and the rest of us went to partake in the pre-game rituals: loading pods and hoppers, trying to make sure all of our guns work, etc. But my faithful pump action was out of commision, so I switched over to my Spyder Compact. Old School style.
We got our registration sorted out, then I ran into Bill Bailey and he told me I couldn't carry my foot long, tactical black, Bowie style survival knife. That was a buzz kill.
So, the pre game goes on, and we get the safety speech, then the Japs run off to Du Hoc to start the game. Some guys walk up to us GI's and say, "Run up that hill, all at once. We need good pictures!" I was like, great... lets all smile as we get the shit shot out of us... good times. Being the simple minded people we are, we ran up the hill, yelling like it matters how loud we yell. We pretty much all died within five minutes. That was fun. But, the GI's eventually took Du Hoc and continued on to take the other bases such as Mt. Sarabachi. That continued until lunch break.
So the Japs are getting a royal butt kicking, but the heat is taking its toll on everyone. If memory serves, seven people had to quit because of heat related afflictions. I myself had to take an hour long nap on top of my truck in the shade of some trees to recouperate. But after that, it was time for a night game. The Allies, of course, won that one too. Basically, we owned the day.
VICTORY TO THE GI'S! HOOAH!
Commando Kyle