Super Bse Defense Stories

[ICPO]

I was on the MEC team in Operation Clean Sweep and had been in my attack helicopter all day. I was shot down so re-spawned and got into the helicopter when i notice 10-15 Marines coming over the crest of the hill. I go "Well either I can run like a coward or kill them all...lets go with the last one:evil:" so I get in the gunner position and start blasting away at anything that moves and anyone that actually gets over the hill. In the end only one gets away. That day i got my Heli Service Ribbon. Oh yeah after killing the marines a cobra comes and blows me up before i even get in the pilot seat.:p See how smart i am in real life. Can't even spell bse right.:shakehead DOH did it again, whats wrong with me

[ICPO]

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I noticed no one ever put anything in this thread...am I acting like an arrogent jackass or something, if so I apologies to me fellow BF2 players and anyone who has viewed this in disgust. I am truly sorry.

[Forest]

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No, its just not many bf2 players know the concept of defending.

[Dethshoot1]

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I want any service ribon and ya...

WHY ARE THE WAR TALES ARE BECOMING EMPTY?!

[JoeJJohnsonII]

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I want any service ribon and ya...

WHY ARE THE WAR TALES ARE BECOMING EMPTY?!

Because some of the posts aren't about awesome tails anymore. There have been some that are just people talking about how they went out and killed a guy. It wasn't about him going out and killing half the army or him saving a squad from certain death by holding back a tank headed their way. This post isnt like that because he talks about how he held back a huge force by himself, although he could spend a little more time on spellchecking, descriptions, etc.

I would love to post more stuff in the war tales, but nothing ever happens to me in BF2 worthy of posting Sorry if I sound like an ***

[ICPO]

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Because some of the posts aren't about awesome tails anymore. There have been some that are just people talking about how they went out and killed a guy. It wasn't about him going out and killing half the army or him saving a squad from certain death by holding back a tank headed their way. This post isnt like that because he talks about how he held back a huge force by himself, although he could spend a little more time on spellchecking, descriptions, etc.

I would love to post more stuff in the war tales, but nothing ever happens to me in BF2 worthy of posting Sorry if I sound like an ***

Spell check? What the hells spell check? I'm just kidding, yeah I know I should but it takes way to much effort at 12 midnight, nice Family Guy reference by the way.

Took your advice and went back and edited, hope you like the revised edition.

[Xenoska]

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PLaying in a Cafe in Trinidad from 10 in the night until the morning is what we like to call "Sweat" when we sweat, all kinds of things happen for instance, Strike at kirkand mec rushes us and takes out our tank and we repay the favor, however, they got 3 snipers, yes 3 owning anything that goes toward prestationed gun emplacements,then the idea hit me 5 assaults 1 support a sniper(me) and a medic, my buddies start raining down rpgs randomly just hoping to kill something, when they got owned, advenced to gun emplacement, suicided and medics, antitanks and support galore!!!!

[ConscriptVirus]

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i love sniping out side of bases and defending it from there...and then taking out squads from a distance and dont even kno whats hitting htem :)

[ICPO]

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I'm back and with yet another thrilling story of base defense!

I was playing MEC(yet again ) and we were on karkand holding the first point. Every 20-30 seconds an entire squad would thrust themselves through the alley way to try and get on the ladder so they could get the base.
Apparently they never got the concept that your enemy figures out where your going and sits there with an RPK-74:p Long story short for about three rounds we played cat and mouse in that alley way with them almost always being mowed down by machine gun fire. Sure every now and then they would manage to flank only to be faced with yet another machine gun It took'em long enough but they finally flanked around by the field and went up the stairs to cap the base but not before I gave'em the parting gift of 2 dead, one wounded. I should really thank that squad, thou because without them I wouldn't have got over 30 kills a round, so to n00b squads who always use the same path I:salute: you and all like you. Hope to gun you down... I mean see you on the battlefield.

[JoeJJohnsonII]

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... so to n00b squads who always use the same path I:salute: you and all like you. Hope to gun you down... I mean see you on the battlefield.

Hehe, now thats funny. I remember the thinking I use to use to justify me using the same path over and over. "I'll just use the same path again, they cant possibly think I'm stupid enough to do it again" :) :ar15: :dead: "Well, he wont be there again. He will most likely think that im taking another route because he killed me again, so I'll take the same route again becuase he's already heading to the other route. Thats the way smart people do it" :ar15: :dead: :cussing: "Well, maybe I should try a different route. HEY!! IT WORKED!!" :shock: good times, good times.

[ICPO]

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Before any mods immediately lock this thread up because of the date hold up. I'm reposting here so that I don't fill up the war tales with another useless thread that could have just been posted somewhere else. That and I've decided to try and make the extraordinary an everyday fact of life so with out further a do another story of super base defense.

So I was just bombing a round on a 64 man, 32 size Karkand map. Well I spawn at the rear to try and get something to drive, of course I don't get a thing. So I wait around and pretty soon I check the map and we lost the left side arty no sooner do I check that then we lose the UAV. I do a quick turn about and see a MEC spec ops running back for his Vodnik. Well I know I can't do much if he sees me so I lie low by the satellite as he drives around to it. I do another quick check and I'm the only one at main base. "Sh**" is the first thing that comes to mind but I move into action anyway. As the MEC comes around to the satellite I come around the corner and introduce him to a little bit of buckshot. Needles to say he didn't have much of a face after that. So after that I hop in his Vodnik, repair everything and the repeat the process for the next hour. Eventually I got the Vet. Repair and this guy knew his stuff cause he even asked if I did. I repaid him by blowing up his assets the next round. I may not know his name but I will remember him always as someone I can call a true nemesis.

[Warbird_7]

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I may not know his name but I will remember him always as someone I can call a true nemesis.

Woah, lucky! I wish I had a true nemesis...

[Warbird_7]

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In keeping with the tradition that ICPO started (writing what actually happened and then rewriting that same story in novel form), I give you the following:

Oh crap, not again…
-Warbird_7
So, I was letting my friend play BF2 and decided to entertain myself with some classic Battlefield 1942. I joined a co-op server that was running Omaha Beach and got put on the German side automatically. There were two humans on each team (myself included). Grabbing a scout’s kit, I headed to that stretch of sandbags between the shore defense guns and began knocking off targets.

I make it a habit to pick off snipers first, as they are the ones who can easily locate me. Seeing a scout making his way up the hill, I line it up and give him one to the head. The text in the upper left corner tells me that I just killed one of the two human players on the other side (named “sle”). Well, what are the odds? I thought to myself. After awhile a group of engineers and scouts start heading towards the bunker. I pick them off until one scout is left. I nailed him in the head.


Col._Radinski [K98Sniper] sle


That’s twice now, out of all the computers running around I’ve managed to kill him twice. The problem was that this kept happening. About the fourth or fifth time I just decided to stop shooting snipers altogether. I know how much I hate it when one person hunts me throughout a game; and I certainly don’t want to do that to anyone else.


So I am aiming for other classes, not shooting at the snipers. A short while later I snipe an engineer throwing grenades at one of our tanks.


Col._Radinski [K98Sniper] sle


Oh crap. He changed classes, and that now makes six times I’ve killed him (in a short enough time span that it could have been consecutive). After that I suicided and respawned as a medic. I didn’t shoot anyone else for the remainder of the game.


The Butcher
-Warbird_7
June 6th, 1944
Normandy, France


The sky was overcast when Sergeant Hans woke me up this morning. He was his usual melancholy self when he handed me a pair of binoculars and mumbled my orders. “It’s your turn on watch. Just keep that thing pointed out at the sea.” I nodded and ambled off to my station.


If I had known what was to occur today, I would have stayed in bed.

It was close to 0900 hours when I first heard something. It was a strange, yet familiar, whistling noise that paralyzed me. Then the gates of Hell itself opened forth. The earth shook with such intensity that I thought it would yawn wide and swallow us, fortifications and all. Casting a glance seaward I saw some faint flashes in the mist, shortly accompanied by a roaring unlike anything I’d ever heard. We were under attack!


The sleepy stillness that once surrounded me shattered as men began running for cover while officers shouted unintelligible commands. I clutched my rifle to my chest and tugged my helmet low over my face as I squirmed into a small closet. The shelling lasted for an unbearable eternity; but, mercifully I thought, it ceased. What followed, however, was worse than one hundred fold that barrage.

When the stillness came once again, I slowly crept out of my hiding place. I saw my comrades-in-arms doing the same; and as a collective body we cast our eyes toward the ocean, half ignoring the frantic orders screamed at us by our officers. Wisps of sound drifted from the water, the sound of human voices speaking in a foreign tongue. Men were coming across the water towards us. This left no doubt in our minds regarding what was about to unfold.


I scrambled to my assigned position, a row of sandbags between two large cannons overlooking the beach. In my nervousness I tried to load my weapon, as had been drilled into me. Of course, you can’t load a rifle that’s already full. I smiled weakly to myself and replaced the stripper clip in my satchel. After several deep breaths I steadied myself and began to look towards the sea for the incoming invaders.


They weren’t long in coming; and we greeted them with a barrage that equaled their own. When I first saw a landing craft, I grabbed my rifle, peered down the scope, and waited. The moment the craft hit the beach I pulled the trigger. The face in the telescoping sight disappeared behind a cloud of red, splattering on the men crammed around him. With a great yell they came storming, only to be cut down by our machine gun nests.


Landing craft kept appearing until they covered the entire horizon. As each landed, I took my shots. After dispatching several invaders, a strange feeling of déjà vu came over me as I squinted at the face of my next randomly picked target. I shook it off and fired, blowing off part of the man’s skull and sending pieces of brain matter flying in every direction. I operated the bolt and took aim; again I experienced that déjà vu when I put the crosshairs of my scope on the forehead of my next target. This time the feeling was not so easily displaced. I pulled the trigger hesitantly but didn’t watch the results.


This experience came over me three more times over the next several hours. I went through all of my stripper clips, but acting solely on reflex I continued to feed imaginary rounds into my rifle and take nonexistent shots. It wasn’t until an officer ran by and swatted me with a full satchel of ammunition that I broke out of my trance. Finally, the ghostly shapes in the distance disappeared, withdrawing from the field of battle without pausing to collect their dead. We had thwarted the invasion.


Eventually we regrouped into squads, squads with units, units with regiments, etc. Orders were given to clear the beaches, scrounge for any useful intelligence, and capture survivors hiding among the fallen. I followed Sergeant Hans and the rest of my squad out onto the sand. We had gone some distance when something caught my eye. A body of an enemy with half his face blown apart; but I recognized the face. It was one of those I had seen through the scope of my rifle. I looked at the dog tags, the words ‘SGT. ELS, J.H.’ were inscribed along the top, I took this to be his name. I cut off the tag and pocketed it without really knowing why.


I rejoined my squad and continued prowling the beach. Once Sergeant Hans was satisfied we had collected all useful intelligence, we began the gruesome task of burying the dead. I dragged countless fragments of corpses that not more than several hours ago had been living, breathing people. I grabbed the tunic of another mostly intact body and rolled it into a shallow grave I had just dug. When I was about to put the first shovel full of dirt on him, I reeled back in shock. It was the same face I had seen in the scope! I ran up the beach and found the body I had taken the tag from. Sure enough, the faces were the same. And the wounds both suffered indicated that they had been brought down by sniper fire. I took the tag from this second body and tucked it in my pocket along with the first; a dread such I have never known began building in the back of my mind.


Those fears only deepened when I found four more identical bodies; I took the tags off them as well. When my squad was relieved of its duties, I drifted into our headquarters. With shaking hands I laid out each tag side by side while an intelligence officer watched in curiosity. They read, ‘PVT. ELS S.H.’, ‘SGT. ELS, J.H.’, ‘CPL. ELS, H.H.’, ‘PVT. ELS, R.H.’, ‘PVT. ELS, G.H.’ and ‘CPL. ELS, L.H.’. Scooping them up in his hand, the intelligence officer scrutinized them for a moment, then retreated back into a maze of file cabinets and folders.


He returned with a sheet of paper in his hand. I took it without looking, stuffed it in my pocket, and walked out. In a stunned stupor I stumbled towards a rocky cliff, the top of which I had defended earlier. Sitting myself down on the sandbags I gazed up at the stars. After some time I worked up the courage to look at the piece of paper in my pocket. As I did, eyes I had long considered to be dry began to cloud. I covered my face with my hands, unable to control the wrenching sobs that racked my body.


This is what the paper read:


German Army Intelligence Division-----------------------------document 158A.2


Els, Shane Henry – Private USMC
-Mother: Mary Els
-Father: Henry Els
-Siblings: Jacob H., Harvey H., Richard H., Gordon H., Larry H.


Els, Jacob Henry – Sergeant USMC
-Mother: Mary Els
-Father: Henry Els
-Siblings: Harvey H., Richard H., Gordon H., Larry H., Shane H.


Els, Harvey Henry – Corporal USMC
-Mother: Mary Els
-Father: Henry Els
-Siblings: Jacob H., Richard H., Gordon H., Larry H., Shane H.


Els, Richard Henry – Private USMC
-Mother: Mary Els
-Father: Henry Els
-Siblings: Jacob H., Harvey H., Gordon H., Larry H., Shane H.


Els, Gordon Henry – Private USMC
-Mother: Mary Els
-Father: Henry Els
-Siblings: Jacob H., Harvey H., Richard H., Larry H., Shane H.


Els, Larry Henry – Corporal USMC
-Mother: Mary Els
-Father: Henry Els
-Siblings: Jacob H., Harvey H., Richard H., Gordon H., Shane H.

[ICPO]

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Thats absolutely brilliant! That was a stunning story! One thing I need to point out, I may be mistaken but I don't think the marines landed in Europe but other than that it was a great story. Hats off to you sir!

[Dilla_Incognito]

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I was playing sharqi peninsula as USMC, i was a sniper and the base just past the front line (the 3 spawn points for USMC right in front of the MEC perm bases) and i was next to a tree hiding (i needed ammo) Well anyways the support guy was coming up to me and some bad guy and one of those MEC vans pull up, me and the support guy tag team the dude who jumped out, but the van mowed down the support guy. Needless to say i was still laying there right infront of the van (i could tell the MEC guy in the gunner position was looking at me to see if i was alive) apparently he didn't think so so he didn't shoot. Then i noticed the van was smoking, so then i was like *click* GRENADE! then the gunner saw me and started shooting like a split second before the grenade blew him and the van up.

not a very gung-ho base defend, but it was just a cool situation to be in.