>be me
>young LT just trying to not get lost on patrol
>Korea is chaos personified
>my company is pinned down, taking fire like it’s a Fourth of July party gone wrong
>we’re trying to secure some commanding ground, but the enemy isn’t having it
>everyone is hunkered down, and morale is slipping faster than my patience
>decide it’s time to get my ass in gear
>leave the command post, heart racing like I just drank a case of Rip-Its
>time to show these guys leadership in action like they taught us in OCS
>charge toward three enemy bunkers blocking our path
>yelling for my men to follow me all inspirational like
>dash to an exposed vantage point, feel the adrenaline coursing through me
>grab a couple grenades, because everything is better with nades
>hit the first bunker
>grab a grenade, pull the pin like it’s my ex’s hair
>start hucking them fast as I can in the bunkers
>boom!
>the gunfire stops, and it’s quiet for a second
>run back to grab my M1 rifle and adapter like I’m in some action movie
>charge the first bunker, wiping out what’s left of the gun team inside
>move on to the center bunker, lob grenades like I’m in the World Series
>somehow, I’m surrounded by three enemy soldiers that must have sheltered outside of the bunker once they realized what I was doing with the nades
>black on nades, with the bolt locked back on my rifle
>pull out my pistol
>pop them like balloons at a birthday party in a house where a cat lives
>yell at my guys to push forward, thankful that they’re still with me
>just when we think we’ve got the upper hand, enemy fire starts raining down fire again
>taking a page from my book they start chucking grenades at us this time
>instinct takes over
MLB.exe
>start catching grenades in the air as they’re raining down and kicking straight back where they came from
>grab a light machine gun and three ammo boxes, because I’m tried of beating around the bush
>dive through the impact area to an open knoll like a human cannonball
>set up the gun, and pour fire into the enemy ranks, like Rambo wishes he could
>watch as I take down about 75 of them, human wave tactics really are trash against modern machine guns
>at this point I realize I’m wounded, but then I remember I’m built different
>order the joes to grab more ammo, reload, and keep firing like a machine
>take out two mortar emplacements and another machine gun because those red bastards can’t stop trying to be like me
>cradle that weapon in my arms like it’s my baby my beautiful murdery baby
>lead my guys forward, taking out 25 more retreating enemy soldiers
>finally secure the objective, and joes can’t stop talking about me
>get back to the rear, turns out my crazy antics earn me a Medal of Honor
pic related mfw I realize I just led a small force of 35 troops to victory and personally vibe checked over 100 dudes
