Hill 42: The Tale

ProfessorHenn · Post by **ProfessorHenn** » Fri Jul 10, 2015 2:05 am

Hill 42, 1968. Based near Khe Sanh, this hill was at the forefront the NVA-US military border and therefore, under constant bombardment by the NVA and near constant attacks. The troopers were nearly constantly replaced, but there were a few who made it through the month, day by day, This is their story.

This is a Vietnam character roleplay. True to the 1968's, no modern weapons. I'll update with NVA attacks from time to time.

Impossible Girl · Post by **Impossible Girl** » Fri Jul 10, 2015 12:32 pm

Private Thomas sat in the mud with his ears ringing. That last shell couldn't have been more than five yards from him. He was numb to the cold rain, numb to the sound of gun fire and numb to the shrapnel lodged in his thigh. Potter sat next to him talking excitedly but Thomas couldn't hear him for the ringing in his ears. He imagined sitting with Brenda in her porch swing. Imagined himself doing what he'd failed to do before coming to this hell hole. Imagined giving her that ring.
Potter's open hand across his face broke his reverie and he was, sadly, back on the hill. He rolled onto his stomach and crawled back up the embankment. Charlie was pretty close, three clicks, maybe. He lined one up, gently squeezed and watched him fall. When would his turn come, Private Thomas thought. He hoped it would take him fast when it did.

Post by **Festavo** » Sat Jul 11, 2015 4:32 pm

Sergeant Fernico awoke hours earlier to the sound of gunfire and explosions. He was sleeping off a bad hangover, but the Viet Cong didn't care.

"Charlie at six!" a nameless face yelled before being blown to bits by a grenade. Fernico rolled into cover and blind fired at the enemy. He heard men asking for orders over the radio.

"KILL CHARLIE!" he yelled into the radio before resuming his blind fire.

Apolloatia · Post by **Apolloatia** » Wed Jul 20, 2016 10:55 pm

Private Foster sat in the crater caused by an earlier explosion. He reloaded his M2 Browning and let bullets fly. He could see falling Viet Cong soldiers in front of him. He pulled out one of his gernades. "Gernade out!" As he threw it. It apparently landed in a tree, because there was a huge explosion in the top of a tree.

The top of the tree fell down on some Viet Cong soldiers, traping them, making easy work for his M2. Next thing he knew, there was a massive explosion. He couldn't feel his leg, or see it. He couldn't see anything. All he could hear was ringing and gunfire.