Upon hearing a couple of clangs a few feet south-east, I took flight in the opposite direction painfully aware of my exposed state. A couple of bullets whizzed by the left side as I stopped and lay flat. The huge explosion that followed blew up dust and debris with large chunks landing perilously close. Considering the amount of firepower that was trained upon our battalion and the proximity of the fallen grenade I was lucky to be alive. A couple of my comrades though had not been as fortunate and the steely cold slowly gripped their eyes.
From within the incessant crackling of firearms, Junior Lieutenant Uri shouts for cover fire as he reloads. The concrete blocks shielding me are about three feet tall, narrowing upward and riddle with holes from the ravages of war. Clutching the Scoped Mosin-Nagant, I peer over them and note a couple of machine gunners and a few riflemen. The Jerries had not missed the silence of Uri’s rifle and were pounding the building protecting him. He was not in any immediate danger from grenades as a few other comrades had taken up positions near him disabling the possibility of an easy enemy advance.
While lying flat earlier, I had instinctively reloaded my gun and now as I took aim at the first machine gunner, confidence seeped back into my soul. The first shot blew his helmet off and a quick fire at the next gunner caught him in the abdomen. With the machine guns silenced, the remaining infantry turned the heat upon me as I returned to the safety of the ground.
Call of Duty 2 has proved to be quite the interesting experience as I relive some of the campaigns of WWII. While the action is relentless, a connection with my comrades always felt missing. Perhaps one day a game will appear that paints a more human character upon the mundane soldier who allows the gamer to strategize lying flat on his belly. Possibly then the risks that the gamer takes will be ones that have also accounted for the lives of his companions.
From within the incessant crackling of firearms, Junior Lieutenant Uri shouts for cover fire as he reloads. The concrete blocks shielding me are about three feet tall, narrowing upward and riddle with holes from the ravages of war. Clutching the Scoped Mosin-Nagant, I peer over them and note a couple of machine gunners and a few riflemen. The Jerries had not missed the silence of Uri’s rifle and were pounding the building protecting him. He was not in any immediate danger from grenades as a few other comrades had taken up positions near him disabling the possibility of an easy enemy advance.
While lying flat earlier, I had instinctively reloaded my gun and now as I took aim at the first machine gunner, confidence seeped back into my soul. The first shot blew his helmet off and a quick fire at the next gunner caught him in the abdomen. With the machine guns silenced, the remaining infantry turned the heat upon me as I returned to the safety of the ground.
Call of Duty 2 has proved to be quite the interesting experience as I relive some of the campaigns of WWII. While the action is relentless, a connection with my comrades always felt missing. Perhaps one day a game will appear that paints a more human character upon the mundane soldier who allows the gamer to strategize lying flat on his belly. Possibly then the risks that the gamer takes will be ones that have also accounted for the lives of his companions.
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