Presented by Blackcat Paintball Productions
By Jonthon Foust
As the sun illuminated the morning fog over the English Channel, Major Karl Seneschal surveyed the remnants of his invasion force. As far as he knew he was the most senior officer left alive now as the German command huddled on the British beaches. They had narrowly been repulsed from London proper and retreated to the beaches to regroup. Now they were awaiting further orders.
Seneschal had been in the second glider group to touch down in the city. One of the craft on the first landing had swooned over into a building and disintegrated; another took heavy anti-aircraft fire and landed hard with a cargo hold full of dead men. The major’s craft pulled off a textbook landing and managed to link up with the survivors of the first group. They wreaked havoc within the city, destroying munitions and disrupting transportation routes, but alone they were not able to hold out and eventually had to head to shore.
Now the major was in a tight spot. He knew the odds. If the initial attack had failed the estimate was that German command could not resupply for fourteen days. The marines and infantry who now awaited counterattack on the beaches were content to stay here and wait it out—a doomed proposition to be sure. Major Seneschal, however, was a glider trooper. Trained to think in a different way, his mind turned away from how to avoid defeat and instead could think only of how to secure victory.
"Captain Schultz," he called.
A bedraggled captain in a dented helmet shot a crisp salute to the Major.
"Pass the word to your men. All companies check their ammunition and prepare to move inland."
"Inland, Major?"
"We can’t stay here on the beaches. As soon as the fog clears there will be Spitfires in the air as thick as flies. We will move inland and take to the countryside. We must secure what supplies and communication equipment we can. If we can get a message through to the fleet we may be able to have some supplies air lifted to us. And send me that propaganda man. Perhaps we can raise some local conscripts to aid us in the fight."
The captain’s expression had gone from one of abject defeat to one of hope and courage. With such a man as this at the helm how could they do anything but win?! "Yavol!" he cried and virtually bounded off to spread the word. Major Seneschal looked once more skyward. The sun was indeed burning the fog from the landscape but slowly and laboriously in the cool English morning. By the time the RAF arrived they would find an empty beach before them and a country full of hardened German soldiers to their rear.
This was the dawn of a new day, and only the gawd of war knew how it would end.
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This is a 12 hr. event to be held at Prof. Lumpy's Paintball Academy in Smithfield, Ohio. On March 18, 2006.
Cost- $35 pre-registered, $50 March 2nd thru event.
This is a FPO event paint will be karnage tear ($75/case) or karnage bite ($65/case)
PRE-REG AND GET A $5 OFF COUPON!!!
This is gonna be an awesome game, BC knows how to do scenarios, me and my team will be there for sure.
For more info check out www.Blackcatpaintball.com or email me - Caleb@blackcatpaintball.com
By Jonthon Foust
As the sun illuminated the morning fog over the English Channel, Major Karl Seneschal surveyed the remnants of his invasion force. As far as he knew he was the most senior officer left alive now as the German command huddled on the British beaches. They had narrowly been repulsed from London proper and retreated to the beaches to regroup. Now they were awaiting further orders.
Seneschal had been in the second glider group to touch down in the city. One of the craft on the first landing had swooned over into a building and disintegrated; another took heavy anti-aircraft fire and landed hard with a cargo hold full of dead men. The major’s craft pulled off a textbook landing and managed to link up with the survivors of the first group. They wreaked havoc within the city, destroying munitions and disrupting transportation routes, but alone they were not able to hold out and eventually had to head to shore.
Now the major was in a tight spot. He knew the odds. If the initial attack had failed the estimate was that German command could not resupply for fourteen days. The marines and infantry who now awaited counterattack on the beaches were content to stay here and wait it out—a doomed proposition to be sure. Major Seneschal, however, was a glider trooper. Trained to think in a different way, his mind turned away from how to avoid defeat and instead could think only of how to secure victory.
"Captain Schultz," he called.
A bedraggled captain in a dented helmet shot a crisp salute to the Major.
"Pass the word to your men. All companies check their ammunition and prepare to move inland."
"Inland, Major?"
"We can’t stay here on the beaches. As soon as the fog clears there will be Spitfires in the air as thick as flies. We will move inland and take to the countryside. We must secure what supplies and communication equipment we can. If we can get a message through to the fleet we may be able to have some supplies air lifted to us. And send me that propaganda man. Perhaps we can raise some local conscripts to aid us in the fight."
The captain’s expression had gone from one of abject defeat to one of hope and courage. With such a man as this at the helm how could they do anything but win?! "Yavol!" he cried and virtually bounded off to spread the word. Major Seneschal looked once more skyward. The sun was indeed burning the fog from the landscape but slowly and laboriously in the cool English morning. By the time the RAF arrived they would find an empty beach before them and a country full of hardened German soldiers to their rear.
This was the dawn of a new day, and only the gawd of war knew how it would end.
____________________________________________________________ _________
This is a 12 hr. event to be held at Prof. Lumpy's Paintball Academy in Smithfield, Ohio. On March 18, 2006.
Cost- $35 pre-registered, $50 March 2nd thru event.
This is a FPO event paint will be karnage tear ($75/case) or karnage bite ($65/case)
PRE-REG AND GET A $5 OFF COUPON!!!
This is gonna be an awesome game, BC knows how to do scenarios, me and my team will be there for sure.
For more info check out www.Blackcatpaintball.com or email me - Caleb@blackcatpaintball.com
