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Post by Austin on Mar 30, 2008 9:34:17 GMT -5
OOC: This thread is open for anyone this is a NON-Combat zone here for Allied. Any one else can join in on what they did this day.
Winters raised up his Thompson and slowly squeezed the hard metal trigger 4-5 rounds zipped down range striking towards the center of the target. He had been needing some target practice seeing how he couldn't hit the broad side of barn he figured he ought to have some good target practice. Winters adjusted his sites down and too the left. He had hit 2-3 inches high and 4 inches too the right of his target. Then he steadily squeezed off another 5-6 round burst and sent 5-6 45. Cal rounds flying down range. This time 99.9% of his bullets hit where he wanted them too. Next he decided try some practice with his Colt 1911 he pulled it out of his nice leather holster and slammed a clip into it. Grabbing the cold metallic slide he thingyed one round into the chamber. Slowly he raised up the 45. Cal. Automatic Pistol. Winters fired one shot, the empty shell went hurtling through the crisp air and sizzled on the cold ground. Then he fired another round. Both the rounds had gone through almost exactly were he wanted and this was real good for a Pistol. Winters shot a few more clips through his pistol then decided too call it a day. He began the walk back too the officer barracks but didn't get very far and a Sgt. Pulled up in a jeep and saluted him. The Sgt. said, " Sir would you like a ride back to the officers barracks?" Winters of course would not refuse the offer and hoped in. The Sgt. was a very talkative man who never shut up Winters wanted to bash him upside the head, but he dealt with it because he only had maybe 5 more minutes left in his "Joy" ride. Winters stepped out of the vehicle and thanked the Sgt. and walked into the Officers barracks. He took off his field jacket then his web belt and his boots. He hung up his pants jacket and etc. Then leaned his rifle against his bed. He jumped in bead and was soon asleep.
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Post by Austin on Sept 7, 2008 22:39:45 GMT -5
****MODERATION POST**** - Nice attempt I will issue 15 CP for a good try!
Thanks, ~Austin![/color]
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 7, 2008 22:51:46 GMT -5
James grabbed his Lee, and walked down to the ranges. James was a pretty good dhoot with a rifle, but that was it, he couldn't really use a Tompson, or a BAR, but he learned to throw a knife from a British soldier. James aimed his rifle at the target, and fired, hitting the target in the head. James fired 3 more times, two off the hit the targets head, while the last shot hit the target in the abadmen, "Could have been better" James said to himself, as he fired one more time, hitting the target in the neck. James carried his rifle on his right sholder, as he looked around, he didn't see anyone around, he lowered his rifle, and fired one last time at the target, he missed the target, and hit the ground a few inches away.
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Post by ♠William Fox on Sept 8, 2008 16:03:15 GMT -5
William noticed the private firing. His squad was eating and he was bored. He grabbed his rifle and walked up in the area next to the private. He aimed and fired several shots rapidly. Hitting the targets upper body. He reloaded and aimed again, firing at its neck, missing one shot. He could never use automatic weapons, he can't handle recoil like that. The last time he used a BAR he nearly fell over. He put his rifle down and took out his pistol. Now even with his pistol he was a decent shot, but rifles was his area of expertise. He fired several shots, missing all but one which hit the target's shoulder. He put down his pistol and sighed. William was hopeless with his Colt, which is a reason he always took as much ammunition as possible. He put another clip into his M1 and continued firing.
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 8, 2008 19:42:43 GMT -5
James saluted to the Lt, he then aimed his rifle down range, and fired 3 times, each shot hit the target in the head. James however couldn't do this with a Springfield. James took a few more shoots, each one hitting the target in the head, the target had a lot of holes around his face, James laughed to himself as he fired one more time before reloading. That shot hit the target in the gut.
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Post by ♠William Fox on Sept 8, 2008 20:02:38 GMT -5
William watched the Private's aim. "Try aiming at the upper chest, rather then the head. You end up hitting more and its just as likely to be lethal." William attached his bayonet and kept firing. "Its always good to practice your aim with a bayonet." He kept firing. His shots became less concentrated. "Its even more helpful to fire at the chest with a bayonet. As its less accurate a larger target means more hits." He wants aiming down the sight. As you rarely do if you have a bayonet in.
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 8, 2008 20:10:37 GMT -5
"Yes Sir" James siad as he aimed at the targets chest, and fired a few times, each shot hitting the target in the chest. James reloaded his Lee, then fired a few times, the shoots hit the target in the lower neck and upper chest area. James stooped firing at lowered his rifle, he was going to head over to supply to see if his M1 had come in yet. James walked into the armory, and finally convinced the Supply Sergeant to hand him over an M1, it only cost him a few extra dollars since the Supply Sergeant said it was his last one, but at least James got his rifle. James walked back down to the ranges, M1 in hand, he looked down range and emptied the rifles clip into the targets head. The clip was ejected with a ping sound, James hated that about the rifle, but other then that it was a good weapon. James slid in a new clip, and continued firing at the target.
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Post by ♠William Fox on Sept 8, 2008 20:29:36 GMT -5
William saw the Private's new rifle. He smiled to himself and kept firing. He took off the bayonet and aimed at the target's head. He fired a few times. As soon as he fired off his clip he crouched lower and drew his pistol firing off that clip. He reloaded it and fired at the target again. He stood again, reloading his rifle he kept firing. He tried to act like he would in real combat. He drew the pin of his grenade and tossed it at the target. He crouched lower and aimed at the target firing at it but not aiming. More as suppressing fire, the grenade hit and blew the target apart. He stood up and looked at the smoking place it used to be in. "I wonder if I can get a new target..."
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 8, 2008 20:36:09 GMT -5
James looked at the smoking hole that was once a target. "You can use mine sir" James said as he put his M1 on his sholder. James was getting hungry, but wasnt sure if he wanted hsi Purple Heart to say wounded while eating Lunch. James wondered when he would be rotated back into combat, then wiped the sweat off his face.
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Post by ♠William Fox on Sept 8, 2008 20:43:23 GMT -5
"Its not a problem. I wonder if they've served lunch yet..." William loaded his Colt and holstered it. He loaded his M1 and shouldered it. He started walking towards the mess. He entered and saw that lunch was just beginning to be served. William sat down and put his rifle next to the chair against the wall of the tent. Now, mind you the food was disgusting, and William usually took morphine before eating it (For the humorless members its a joke!) but this time they had managed to snag some supplies from the locals. So there will be at least some decent food. It could probably induce vomiting still, but it wasn't lethal like the normal rations.
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 8, 2008 20:49:59 GMT -5
James walked into the mess, and got in line. James looked at his food, it was slightly better looking then normal, but it wasnt that much better. James took a seat next to a Private, and a Sergeant. Both of them were poking thier food with thier forks, making sure it wasnt a Nazi weapon, James laughed, and took a bite, it tasted pretty good for Mess food.
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Post by ♠William Fox on Sept 8, 2008 20:57:10 GMT -5
William took a bite. No vomiting, no gagging, no stomach explosions... pretty good for mess food. He ate more, his men sat at the same table as him. Some of the men had managed to find real BEER! Unlike the normal horse-piss that is supposed to be beer normally handed out in the mess. He took one and drank deeply. He looked at the face's of his constantly increasing Company. Most of these men he barely knew. Some of them had been with him since their first operation. Some, had just joined and he had never met. But that was going to change, he always tried to make sure his soldiers liked him and respected him, rather then hated and feared him.
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 8, 2008 21:02:48 GMT -5
James looked over at the Lt, he sure was popular. James finished his lunch, and stretched a little bit. James got up, and headed back to the ranges, he started firing his M1 again, hitting the target mostly in the head, and upper chest.
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Post by ♠William Fox on Sept 8, 2008 21:16:37 GMT -5
William stood after lunch and shouldered his rifle. His men also stood. "Well, seeing as your done with those medical checks for now. I'm going to the firing range. You can join me if you wish." And in response everyone ran to the range and began firing. William went back to the same range as before, noticing the new target. He drew up his rifle and fired. It was very loud. Seeing as his entire company was also there. Most Enfields made up the noise. One Thompson and a few Carbines were also heard. He kept firing, his company was usually pretty happy morale wise. Sometimes they got out of hand. Morale was important, an unhappy soldier isn't a good soldier. If your displeased, chances are your aim will be off, you won't try as hard, and your easier to cause mass fear. All of these cost lives, he didn't want to lose anyone, at all.
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 8, 2008 21:26:21 GMT -5
James looked at the soldiers who had followed the Lt. James fired two times, both shots hit the target in the head. James looked around, then went back to firing his M1, each shot hit the target in the head, usually around the face, or occasionally between the eye's.
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