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Originally Posted by
Capt'n Mil Coll 
| It finnally happened. They invaded your State and City. There are a lot of creative people on here. What do you do? Sit in your basement and cry? Or do you have enough balls to go out fighting?
I recieve intel the enemy is invading.
I dress rapidly black t-shirt, camo ripstop nylon pants, camo jungle boots. Possibly being in a firefight means risking incoming fire. I slap on my bullit proof vest. Not a vest made of Zylon or Goldflex which degrade from humidity and light over time. Kevlar Aramid is the only way to go. To stop most handgun rounds Level IIIA armor with a Level IV rifle protection titanium shock plate. I belt on my camo police tactical model vest ($69 sportsmans guide). I employ my Peltor electronic shooting muffs. Wearing the Peltors I can clearly hear a whispered conversation in the next room while cancelling out gunfire. Snapping them around my neck for the time being. It takes longer to lace the jungle boots than it takes to dress rapidly. Normally 15 seconds to dress when using slip on boots.
I slide my M1A from under the bed. I pull the ammo can of preloaded 15 round .308 magazines. Stocking the pockets of the tack vest. I include as many mags of .45 I can fit along with a bag of .357 on moon clips. Deciding that the shotgun will be too much weight with the ammo for it I regretfully leave the shot slinger the 00 buck and 2 1/2 slugs.
The 1911 .45 is locked and racked then strapped in the vest in its built in holster. The S&W 681 .357 in the holster is pulled the cylinder is swung open and checked. Then it's slid back into the holster and then into the small of my back. Feeling solid there.
Rapidily exiting the house I lock and load the M1A while on the run heading for the high ground. I do a tap tug of the mag verifing it is locked in. After racking the round I pull open the bolt and placing my finger on the round without even looking I know it is loaded. Let the bolt close and keep jogging. When the crest of the hill is acended I can see the enemy advancing up the highway.
Taking a position I wait for them to come into range aiming into the middle of the colums. I stop and get into my mindset taking a deep breath. I think to myself "Always cheat, always win, the only unfair fight is the one you lose." There is a big difference in being in a fight and going to a fight. You get caught in a fight with a handgun, you go to a fight with a rifle.
As I lay prone I take out my .45 ejecting the mag doing a tap tug then a blind check of the loaded round never taking my eyes off the advancing enemy. Replacing the .45 in the holster and locking the strap with the velcro. I pick up the M1A feeling the 11.5 pounds of stock and steel in my hands. Why fight with a .45 when you can nail them with a .308.
I take a bead on a target in the middle of the column. This will create the most confusion in my enemys minds. I pull back on the trigger then THUMP the target falls. I immedately back out of my position. Stand when conceled from the enemy and start jogging through the trees.
In a few short minutes I find another position and stand behind a tree this time. I lean against the tree using it for a rest. Again I wait for the column locate a target and take the shot. This time I pick a target on the opposite side of the column from me. The target falls but I am jogging ahead again. By this time I am closing in on the Walmart where the local militia is formed to repel the invading enemy.
I take up another position and watch as some soldiers split off into the trees on the other side of the highway looking for the sniper.
I watch as one soldier points out and yells commands where the scouts are to go.
I target this enemy and wait, calming myself, waiting for the target to
calm as well. I punch another .308 out and touch the officier. he crumples. The first one to run to him I target next and drop that one as well. I see some soldiers look in my direction.
Off and running again looking for the next concelment. This time I get ahead enough to cross the highway where I cant be seen knowing they would have finally figured where these shots have come from. On this side is a railroad in a cut. I wait crouched next to the tracks. Soon the two scouts come into view. I target one and drop him. Then snap to the other scout and drop him as well.
I change mags. A full one will be needed this time. I take up a position in this cut and target the first soldier I see marching down the highway. Thump, and another falls. I open up on the column shooting into the middle of them and empty the mag. They drop from fright or from lead. They open up in my general direction. They could not see me because I was so low to the ground. I take off running while they crawl for cover. I drop the empty mag and lock another in. Tap tug, check the breech and never stop jogging away.
I reach the Wallmart greet the defenders gathered there share my intel and again take up a position of opportunity.
My score 7 confirmed kills.
Up to 30 out of action dead or wounded.
Leaves only 470 more.
(C) Captain Mil Collins. 2008 all rights reserved |
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Well since you asked...
Glance at any corner, knowing the M1's, AR's, rifles & shotguns are fully loaded & ready to sing. Make a fresh pot of coffee, and let the dogs out.
Call Mooseman, and see if he sees anything his way. If he does, he can handle them that direction. Call the kids & grandkids, in Fairbanks, & Anchorage, just to check on them. (if the phones are out, use the radio)
They know that if anything happens, to beat feet home. (just bring their emergency supply of stored food, ammo tobacco, & coffee)
Check to see if the coffee is done.
If so, pour two cups for the wife & I. Maybe make a big pot of grits, or oatmeal. And talk about old times. As we know that we still have another 4-5 months. Before ANYONE, is fixing to attack or fight us at -20 to -70 below zero! If the dogs ain't barking, or chewing on something, let them back in.
Maybe check on the G&G forum, to see how other folks are doing.
