>be the OP
>a CPL inna Army
>stuck in a shit hole called Chippilly Ridge
>whole place smells like death and is a barren wasteland of mud, dirt, and dead bodies
>WARNO comes down, we’re going to hit the German lines
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>the assault starts everyone is running and screaming
>like always S2 fucked us, the Hun bastards were ready and waiting
>everyone is getting shot up by the machine gun fire I’m getting pissed off and slowly running out of fucks
>laying in a small depression while bullets rake the air above my head
>stupid joe from another squad runs over and asks me what my orders for him are
>tell him to get the fuck out of my face and ask his own team leader before I have him doing front back goes till the war ends
>he tells me I’m the only NCO alive in the company and all the officers are dead
>fuck me
>I yell for the RTO
>turns out he’d been clipped by the machine gun nest and was bleeding out in a mud hole a few meters away
>fuck that machine gun
>tell what’s left of the company to give me some cover fire then follow when the machine gun stops shooting
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>I jump in the trench shoot the first dude, then start slashing and stabbing with my trusty bayonet
>get to dude number six and the worthless lowest bidder not fucking trusty bayonet snaps off at the cross guard
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>I’ve been pretty chill this whole time but now I’m pissed
>figure I might as well break everything else I thought could count on as a weapon so I start swinging the shit out of my rifle holding it by the barrel
>next thing I know everyone is dead except for me
>rifle still works too
>stupid joes finally show up asking if everything is cool
>reminding me why joe gets smoked by good NCOs
>few days later the division commander wants to see me
>can’t figure out what’s wrong whole thing seems like a little extreme for a field lost bayonet
>turns out I’m getting some award for doing real good killing
>M1903 goes hard
Pic related, me rocking the uniform thinking about all the poon I’m going to drown in once I get back stateside.
