World in Conflict

[Marshal Murat]

Irony of War
(MP Game)

"General, the Mi-8s have entered the battle-zone." The radio operator spoke up, gaining the attention of the busy General Domaskroy. The Pole had been running the Russian operations Marseilles. With the American divisions pouring across the Atlantic, he was running a marathon.
"Good. Hit those forsaken dogs on the right flank. I need those artillery pieces taken out. Go."


The helicopters thumped low over the terrain, whirling and swirling, swooping low. Private Krazeny had his legs hanging out of the rear door, the foliage passing only two or three meters away.
"Pilots are crazy fools, flying so low." Krazeny heard over the prop wash.
"Idiot! It's to avoid the American AA radar. The Americans couldn't tell their head from their hand anyway, but they got technology on their side."
Krazeny knew that was true. Then again, if they were idiots, why were they pushing the Soviets back? It wasn't his problem though. It was the commanders problem, not his.

"Ten seconds!" the captain called out, and Krazeny pulled on his gloves. The helicopter then slid over an empty spot, and Krazeny pulled on the rope. Carrying the RPG, he was one of the more important soldiers in the anti-tank unit. There were others, but he got the highest scores on the training field. Now it was going to practical use.
Sliding down, Krazeny felt the heat of friction burn into his gloves. With a thump he landed on the turf, and crouching, the private sprinted away. The rest of the stick followed him down. As the last slid down, the helicopter turned away. Then, only a few meters away, it imploded. Smoke spiked outwards. The other sticks suffered the same fates, lost without support.
Rushing to the tree line, Private Krazeny unstrapped his RPG, plugging a round inside the tube.
"Move out!"

The MLRS had just finished firing, smoke swirling around the launcher. Already they were reloading, more rockets. They fired their rockets in stages, so that there was always one ready, and so that the smoke covered the other MLRS. Not with so much metal in one place.

"Pick your targets." went down the line, and Private Krazeny aimed for the MLRS furthest from him. Almost beyond the acceptable range. Almost.
"Fire."


"Sir, it seems the Russians captured our equipment. As they continued to fire, the Polish general thought his men had failed, and sent in a strike team. They destroyed our weapons and their men."

[Boyar Son]

Awesome story, ive been following it!!


"Hound-Epsilon-Longbow-Iroquois strike"

thats military talk for "HELI" strike??

cool

[Agent Miles]

For future reference, here’s some of the real “military talk”. These are the call signs for the letters and numbers (known as alphanumeric) of my favorite army:

A-Alpha
B-Bravo
C-Charlie
D-Delta
E-Echo
F-Foxtrot
G-Golf
H-Hotel
I-India
J-Juliet
K-Kilo
L-Lima
M-Mike
N-November
O-Oscar
P-Papa
Q-Quebec
R-Romeo
S-Sierra
T-Tango
U-Uniform
V-Victor
W-Whiskey
X-X ray
Y-Yankee
Z-Zulu
Pronunciations of the numbers:
0-Zero/1-Won/2-Too/3-Tree/4-Fower/5-Fife/6-Six/7-Seeven/8-Ate/9-Niner
(each digit in a series of numbers is pronounced separately, e.g., 100 is won-zero-zero)

Each combat unit has its own call sign. A platoon call sign might be Nightstalker. Then the platoon’s four squads would be Nightstalker one through four, respectively. Nightstalker five would be the platoon sergeant (Plat’ Daddy) and the six element would be the platoon leader. For companies and above, the first four elements are for the staff sections (admin, security, operations and supply), five is the First Sergeant (1SG) or Command Sergeant Major (CSM) and the six is the unit commander. Thus, Household Six might then be a nickname for a soldier’s spouse and Heaven Six would, of course, be God. Your unit is issued an SOI (Signal Operating Instruction) that has all the call signs and frequencies (“freeks”) that you would need.

[Marshal Murat]

Thanks.


Now I will continue butchering the military talk of the U.S. & Soviet military.



Seriously though, thank you.

[Marshal Murat]

Author Note:
Using Agent Miles' suggested system, I will try (key word) to effectively and correctly emulate military talk. While his notes have been helpful, when referencing numbers I will continue using regular one, two, three, four.
Otherwise...

Each combat unit has its own call sign. A platoon call sign might be Nightstalker. Then the platoon’s four squads would be Nightstalker one through four, respectively. Nightstalker five would be the platoon sergeant (Plat’ Daddy) and the six element would be the platoon leader. For companies and above, the first four elements are for the staff sections (admin, security, operations and supply), five is the First Sergeant (1SG) or Command Sergeant Major (CSM) and the six is the unit commander. Thus, Household Six might then be a nickname for a soldier’s spouse and Heaven Six would, of course, be God. Your unit is issued an SOI (Signal Operating Instruction) that has all the call signs and frequencies (“freeks”) that you would need.

The Red Blanket

"Saltshaker Four, Saltshaker Five. 0400 Report. Over."

"Saltshaker Five, Saltshaker Four, our squad moved from Golf-Golf-Two to Golf-Golf-Three, and we..."

Silence

"Saltshaker Four, report?"

"We got, a, a, uh, Saltshaker Five."

"What is it Saltshaker Four?"

"Have you contacted Saltshaker Three yet?"

"Yes, they were moving from Golf-Golf-Three to Golf-Golf-Four. Caught them moving through Hainburg. "

"We found Saltshaker Three."

Silence

"What do you mean you found Saltshaker Three?"

"We (voices in the background) SHUT UP!"

"Saltshaker Four?"

"The bloody (voices in the background)"

"Saltshaker Four what is going on? Do we need to drop some napalm or fly recon?"

"There was (voices in the background) WILL YOU BE QUIET! Do you need aid? No! I've got the sergeant on the horn. He'll know what to do."

"Saltshaker Four what the hell is going on! Unless I get some answers..."

"Sarge, we got Saltshaker Three here. All of them."

Silence

"What do you mean, all of them?"

"Alive, sir. We got them all, alive."




"So, Sergeant Domenic, you found the entire third squad, naked, in the forest?" The Humvee was jumping and jittering across the Washington roads, buttoned and cratered by bombs and shells. Inside Captain Youngton and Domenic talked in the back.
"Well, evidently, the squad corporal is a joker, and a bad one. If he wasn't so good with a gun, he'd be in some jail cell. He was the cook, dropped some sleeping cell tablets in their food. The squad dropped to sleep. He then stripped them to their boxers, tied them to a tree, and left them there. When Saltshaker Four found the squad, well, they were surprised, to say the least."
"We fight a war, and we have these jokers."

"War makes strange bedfellows."

[Agent Miles]

Saltshaker? You might want to try something a little more butch, like Ghostrider, Gladiator or Gunfighter (and that's only the G's).

[Marshal Murat]

"This place would've been bustling right now."
"Why do you say that James?"

The two soldiers sifted though the newspapers, fliers, everything. The Bradleys were parked nearby. They were both in handicapped parking spots, just for irony sake. The police weren't looking.

"Well, if you looked, sarge. The high school was planning on showing 'Beauty and the Beast'. Oddly enough, it's tomorrow night." James pointed at the small print school flier.
"I sure hope that the actors aren't dead. I wanna see that." Sergeant Polman as he took a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, puffing some.
"Hell Sarge, they're only kids." Corporal James replied, tossing the flier away.
"Kids, they were all probably smoking under-age." Polman said, picking up a tabloid.
"Sarge, we didn't all grow up in the ghettos."

Sergeant Polman looked up. Corporal James had already moved on. The local informers, they left papers, detailing who collaborated, what units, how many. Now the 2nd Infantry, Able Company, 'Eagle' Platoon, 1st Squad, they were searching through every scrap of paper. Looking for something.

"Sarge, we got Eagle Two on the vox. They are reporting" 1st Gunner Salamar looked back into his Bradley track.
"What is it gunner! You got three seconds." Sergeant Polman yelled at the gunner, who re-appeared.
"Eagle Two has sighted three Soviet infantry elements moving in from the north. Bloody Ruskies are pushing for a counter attack."

A few minutes later, Sergeant Polman was on the radio with Eagle Six.
"Sergeant, we got Foxhound and Mohawk elements moving for flanking. Until then, you have to hold them. Got that sarge? Over."
"Eagle Five roger. Out."
Sergeant Polman called out to the captain, and sent the Bradley tracks north.


The chain guns rattled, and Sergeant Polman watched. He wasn't really happy that he had to reload the smoke rounds, someone had to do it. Sergeant Polman just wished he didn't have to do it under fire. The rest of the squad was splayed out in a skirmish line, meeting with the other squads. The motorized platoon had stopped the first Ruskie push. Now they were pulling back. Mortar rounds were already falling, covering the retreat. Or they were supposed to be. Now, they were just waiting for Foxhound and Mohawk elements.

"This is Hellhigh Three. We got the Ruskies in sight, napalm primed. Inbound."

Sergeant Polman felt the heat wave. Hundreds of degrees, jellied gasoline burned hot. It was like an oven. But an oven of war. Resting against a tree-trunk, he looked quickly, then turning away. The fires were burning, but would be gutted, soon.
"Eagle elements this is Foxhound Three. We have you in sight. We are opening fire. Five seconds. Over."
"Foxhound Three, this is Eagle Five. We see you. Out."
And Sergeant Polman saw a Sheridan tank appear, spewing fire and smoke.

Edit:
It's a little awkward calling something 'Infantry Fighting Vehicle' when a 'tank' would suffice. Track is better.
Sheridan tanks are used in WiC. If you want to take it up with them, go ahead. I just go by my skills and the game.