Uh-huh. Keep checking your six guys. It can save your life.
It was a good round on Wake Island. I was flying (as usual) the Blackhawk. It was tedious and un-rewarding work flying around dropping off soldiers to flags. But hey, it helped our team. So, a J-10 shot down the Blackhawk (AS USUAL!!!) and I spawned back on the carrier to do the same thing again. After being shot down numerous times, I tried to find out what I was doing wrong. Speed = life. 'Nuff said. Anyway, I took off from the carrier with only one passenger. I started flying towards the mainland, heading for North Village. I finally arrived at the strip of land below North Village...but my gunner seemed to be AWOL. I spied a troop running off to defend North Village...not so. At that, I swooped down on him, flying 2ft off the ground. He didn't check six. And so, my Blackhawk was the bowling ball...and the infantry was the bowling pin.
It was a good round on Wake Island. I was flying (as usual) the Blackhawk. It was tedious and un-rewarding work flying around dropping off soldiers to flags. But hey, it helped our team. So, a J-10 shot down the Blackhawk (AS USUAL!!!) and I spawned back on the carrier to do the same thing again. After being shot down numerous times, I tried to find out what I was doing wrong. Speed = life. 'Nuff said. Anyway, I took off from the carrier with only one passenger. I started flying towards the mainland, heading for North Village. I finally arrived at the strip of land below North Village...but my gunner seemed to be AWOL. I spied a troop running off to defend North Village...not so. At that, I swooped down on him, flying 2ft off the ground. He didn't check six. And so, my Blackhawk was the bowling ball...and the infantry was the bowling pin.
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