It was a dark and stormy virtual night... apologies if I sounded a little less chirpy than usual, I was le tired.
River Escape Ghost -- Missed slotting but got to watch another hilarious fleeing in boots with the chopper and the shooting!
Beach Boys ASL -- I drove the boat at the beach, except actually I was driving the boat at an MG nest on the beach. It didn't like me and I got shot in the head. Boo!
Winsen Crossing CO? -- The tank cleaned up in this bridge defense mission, as all of the squishy troops underwent a comically violent ordeal of getting shot by everything from everywhere, including being shot by the buildings we were standing in or near. Even the empty friendly LAVs got shot as I mistook them for enemies and ordered the tank to obliterate them! We didn't last that long in the end, but the tank crew got to mark a lot of notches on the cupola.
Random Engagements: Sahrani Edition -- We came, we saw, we advanced, we got shot through the triple-fence of the death-camp. Rarr!
Last Flight Out -- ASL
This mission was more substantial. And how! After trying to show me up by making me take the CO slot, Homercleese instead showed me up by taking the CO slot himself and attaining far more success/money/women than I did last time we played this mission. He even used my maneuver!
Namely, heading south from the airfield, passing through the small village there and advancing up hill towards the AA radar, leaving our vehicles about halfway up. Somehow we managed to avoid the patrols this time and as Bravo moved around to the east side, us in Alpha tromped straight up to attack first.
We saw a meagre handful of dudes wandering around and easily disposed of them -- indeed if someone hadn't fired without being ordered, Satire probably could have crawled all the way there and blown the radar without us even starting contact. Either way, it was all over quickly, and we ran back the way we came to retrieve our trucks. In the first of several occurrences, we heard the one-FT Bravo squad getting engaged while we safely got away.
After some considerable kerfuffle getting ourselves back in order and on the road to the fuel truck we needed, including MMG having some kind of auto-inflicted auto accident, we started moving south, then broke off for a long hike through a pass. The next objective proved similarly easy to take; we drew up on a hillside overlooking it, lined up our shots, and all the enemies were dead in about 30 seconds. Fortunately the captured AGL we pelted a technical with didn't blow up the fuel truck parked right alongside it! I hopped in, and after a bit more faffing around, we hot-footed it towards the airfield.
We had heard earlier on that the airfield had been overrun while we were away, so we stopped short just south of it and approached on foot, while Homer drove the fuel truck just behind us. Eager to in his words "end this waking nightmare" he drove up to the waiting plane at full-pelt despite the fact that it was surrounded by enemies; luckily I was able to stop the fire that our boys responded with before the fuel truck blew up!
Things got a little chaotic at this point as the troops scattered to deal with various threats including a BMD or whatever at the end of the runway. At this point I had hopped in the pilot seat of the plane to start the refuelling process, and a badly-wounded Homercleese jumped in beside me. He exhorted me to exhort everyone else to get in the damned plane so we could take off, but they were all "Ohhh, there's enemies! Ohh, there's armour! Ohhh, we'll get shot and die!" GOD, LIKE WE EVEN CARED!!!!!!!!!!!
But seriously, everything enemy did eventually get killed and I was able to resist Homer's orders to leave long enough for us all to pile in. I turned us onto the runway and started taking off, but at the last moment I had a fit of pride and couldn't bear to see myself surpassed with a successful completion of this mission. I therefore hardened my heart and ploughed us into the ground, blowing us up, although it did take a couple of tries.
(I actually don't know why we crashed as such, other than it being a shitty old plane -- it lifted off the ground easily enough and I kept the nose rising only slowly, full throttle and flaps down, but apparently whatever model of rickety old cropduster it was is even more stall-happy than the AN2; limited cockpit visibility didn't help as I had pretty much no way to visually gauge our speed and elevation!)
Swamp Thing - CO
A night for firsts apparently as we somehow managed to complete this meat-grinder as well. Rather than ploughing straight into the jungle I took us for a little jaunt along the road, right to the edge of the swamp, then turned south. We ended up on the edge of an inlet that was too deep to swim across, but did let us work out way into the swamp while taking only relatively small and spread-out contacts, rather than instantly getting.. well, swamped, from all sides as we usually do.
Unit cohesion was a problem though as two of the three FTs wandered off into the jungle, and got promptly wiped out save for two survivors. The people around me, including a very enthusiastic M60-wielding Dancemoox, managed to wade and swim and shoot our way all the way to the objective, wandering in through the firing arcs of about four thankfully unmanned KORDs and clearing out all but one sneaky NVA survivor. Great success!