When in Jerusalem // Israeli Conflict

[grunterdb1951]

I like how people are like, "Boot Swat!!!!" Because I did something incorrectly. Jesus, almost a whole page full of arguing over something so small.

It's not like it's the first time though.

General Tao eats his chicken as Mickey Mouse is hanged by Roger Rabbit as Buggs Bunny sword fights with Luke Skywalker.

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[Swat 3]

It's not like it's the first time though.

General Tao eats his chicken as Mickey Mouse is hanged by Roger Rabbit as Buggs Bunny sword fights with Luke Skywalker.

Get out.

[Mikoyan]

Get out.

You too

[blazerblock2]

You too

Please.

[Tomcat]

[grunterdb1951]

You lose, 11th page.

Get out.

I have the right to post wherever possible on this forum.

[blazerblock2]

-snip-

Hmm yes quite.

"Steele!  On the loving mini, now!" I pull down my radio again, "WHERE THE forget IS OUR AIR SUPPORT!  WE NEED loving AIRSTRIKES MORTAR STRIKES I DON'T GIVE A FLYING forget, WE'RE IN DEEP loving stuff!"  I scream into the microphone.  I don't care if I'm getting repremanded for it at this point, we're eating a stuff sandwich without bread. Yes I watched I can safely say that the original was way loving better.

[Gojira]

I bolt and get on the minigun, and fire at whatever pops its head up from the other side.
"God damn."
One gets a little to close for comfort.
"JESUS CHRIST HOW MANY ARE THERE AND WHERE THE stuff IS OUR AIR SUPPORT?"

[Mikoyan]

I wake up and lift my head up, too disoriented to undo my seat belts.

[NoZoner]

The situation is considerably more urgent this time around. I'm getting distress calls everywhere about a large convoy moving in on the helicopter. Normally I'd be able to take down a convoy of this size, but I'm beginning to run low on ammunition. I look over the convoy and form a plan in my head. I call out to Gunfighter flight over the radio.

"Gunfighter flight, status report."
"Two, standing by."
"Four, engaging enemy soldiers, taking heavy fire."
"Four, continue engaging ground threat. Two, return to formation immediately. I need your assistance. We will be attacking a large convoy approaching the downed Blackhawk."
"Two, roger."

"Command, Gunfighter 1-1, inbound to your location to provide close air support. Commencing attack in approximately one minute."

I mark the two light armor vehicles with a SPI and upload the data for my wingman. "Two, get into position five miles east of the target. I will come in for a gun run. Engage light armor with AGM-114 Hellfire on my command." I look back to see the other AH-6 breaking off, and I anxiously wait for him to get into position.

[blazerblock2]

I look to the roosterpit just in time to see that the pilot has awoken, "He's awake!  Get him outta there now!" I say.  A bullet bounces off of the metal of the Blackhawk, I quickly get down. 

[Swat 3]

I don't hesitate the unbuckle the seat belt of the pilot's, with help from Tamara, we pull the pilots out of the roosterpit. "Lord have mercy, were not out of this yet!" I can see how weak the pilot is, and I almost feel his very pain. I point to a heavy-duty dumpster, "It's empty, someone flip it so we can use it has interior cover, pronto!"

[blazerblock2]

"Wh- no, what are you a hobo!?  Get that loving co out of the chopper!  Steele, cover them!"  I yell. 

[Swat 3]

"Get cover or die?" I start to pull the copilot out.

[Watcher In The Myst]

Four Humvees, American soldiers and two UAZs with Americans on them begin moving towards the Blackhawk, and the platoon commander comes on over the radio. "We'll come help you guys form a forgetin' perimeter, that guy on the mini really forgetin' helped, no joke! Get your guys out here on the guns of these UAZs, the only people we've got left roles are too important to man the guns!"


Swat 3 is removed from the roleplay and phases out of existence, all memory removed from the soldier's brains.