CPT Shoe
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Joined: 2/13/2001 From: Fayetteville, NC, USA Status: offline
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We have the American surrounded on that finger of land the French call Pointe du Hoc. That finger is a lot smaller than it used to be thanks to the Allied Navy. We push our forces forward, but we are careful as we face an elite force. Lord knows how they managed to assault up those cliffs. At least we had the good fortune of moving those heavy guns inland before the assault. May the remaining moonscape be the last resting place of many an American today. We are finding what can only be called a skirmish line. They fire some supressing fire, then we manuever and take them out. We are trying to crush the American before he has the chance to reinforce, but we are mindful not to move carelessly in case the cornered dog has sharp teeth. I am pushing a lot of forces into the fight, but in the back of my mind I am preparing the defense of Isigny in case the Americans can reinforce in the face of our slow deliberate counter-attack, and mount a counter, counter-attack. Our indirect fire countinues to pound the point, and as we get more eyes into the area, you can bet it will get hot indeed for the surrounded Rangers.
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People like me should scare the hell out of you. Why? Because I can get inside your head. And once there, I run around like a squirrel through a habiTrail, flipping the switches that can make you do everything from craving a Pepsi to voting Republican.
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