Easy As You Please

Who: Asche, Greenway, Kwatra, Neville, O'Neill, Thorpe
What: Post-execution unwinding, followed by nighttime mission to knock out an enemy machine gun nest
When: Beginning immediately after Execution scene

Ocean Beach
Coordinates : 1 6

The sand on the narrow beach is rough and hard, small stones are also scattered across the area.

A makeshift aid station has been erected here, though it's little more than a collection of tents with cots and tables. The doctors and nurses work in deplorable conditions to treat horrific wounds, fighting the enemies of disease, lack of sanitation and foul water as well as bullets and shells.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Aid Station
2. Battalion HeadQuarters
3. Mortar Pit
4. Execution Wall

Ask and ye shall recieve. Thorpe had not been chosen for the grisly detail, but the man wanders up to his squad mates now, offering a flask first to Neville, with the words, "Hell of a thing, mate."

Neville stares at Thorpe. Almost in the way a horny trooper might stare at a beautiful, naked woman who suddenly appeared from the mists for the sole purpose of boosting morale. So it goes without saying that he gracious accepts the flask and takes a long pull from it, chasing the drink with a drag of his cigarette, passing the flask down the line, "Aye, mate, that it was… we'd all be better off just trying to forget about it. And, uh, remembering not to fall asleep when on guard duty, eh?" A little gallows humor is almost necessary at this time.

Asche greets Thorpe with a nod and a wave. He just takes a deep breath, and lets the others drink first. "Well, that was bad because others were harmed I think. Weren't they killed?" She furrows her eyebrows. A soft laugh. "Either way, I don't think I'd feel comfy waking up to a Turk greeting me. They have a habit of stabbing you as a way of saying hello. Must be frustrating," He comments. "At least we won't be bothered much for the rest of the day," Asche points out quietly.

Thorpe doesn't take the flask back until every man among the shooting detail has had a pull. Which will likely mean its empty, but so be it. "True enough, eh?" he notes to Asche's quip. "You can tsalk about waking up to an ugly face the next morning, but a Turk? That bloody well takes the cake, know what I mean?"

Neville laughs, nodding to Thorpe, "Aye, that's the truth." But he doesn't seem so sure if the squad will be left alone for the rest of the day, "I dunno if we'll get to sit on our arses for the rest of the day. But a lad can hope, eh… a lad can hope."

"Hm. I think we will, unless the Turks get themselves up in arms or there's more wire, but we got most of the wire. I'm wondering how we'll deal with the new shell holes," Asche comments. He grins at Thorpe and laughs softly. "It's true." He shakes his head. "Either way, what's done is done. It could have been worse I think. At least the Turks didn't try to take him with them." There are worse possibilities. "Then he'd have to listen to them all day." A wink. "Ah well." No sense in dwelling on it. "Hm. Has the mail come yet?"

Thorpe shrugs to Asche's question, "Havn't heard anything today, if it has." Musing aloud, he wonders: "What if we drop more shells in the holes eh? Would that just give Mehmet a deeper hole to hide in?" Chuckling to himself, the rifleman lets out a slow breath, "Why should Johnny Turk come at us, eh? In fact I say we wait until the Turks execute a few of their own men, just to keep things fair, know what I mean?"

Neville takes that as a cue to relax around the HQ, "Well, I hope you're right, mate. I've got some smoking to catch up on." With missing a beat, he tosses a spent cigarette butt aside, and within seconds has a fresh one lit and dangling from his lips, spewing little puffs of smoke every now and then, "Maybe I'll write me folks a letter while I'm at it…" He muses thoughtfully at the mention of mail. Turning toward Thorpe, he grins, "Adbul'll come at us cause there's a bloody war on, mate. Sure his officers are just as happy to execute a man when he's broken a military law."

"Heh," Asche just smiles at Neville's first comment. He seems to be loosening up a little. "Couldn't hurt, I'm sure they'd appreciate it. Gives you something to do besides stare out at No Man's Land," Asche points out too. He shakes his head, "I'm sure they have their own problems. Like being Turkish," He comments wryly. "I hope my sisters sent that book I asked for, I can only lose at Solitaire for so long." A bit of self-depreciating humor.

"A war, you say- Is there?" Thorpe feigns surprise at Neville's quip. "And here I thought this was all just a prison detail, 'cause someone complained once too often of all the racket when I was drunk. Well how about that, eh?" A short, loud laugh at Asche's jest. "Aye, thats quite a problem- almost as big a problem as living in Turkey, eh?"

«Illumination» A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

Neville shares in the laughter. He nods to Asche, "I'm sure they'd like to know their son is still alive, fighting for Queen and Country and all that. It's a good thing for us that we're in Turkey fightin' Turks, though. I mean, would you rather be in France, fighting Germans? I'd say your average German has twice the fight in 'im than your average Turk."

"Mmhm," Asche smiles and nods after a few chuckles to Neville. "It would. And they probably do." There's something about Germans(TM). A grin at Thorpe. "Almost. I don't know though, at least you're kind of close to Greece. Bet the food's great there," Asche loves him some pasta and olive oil maybe? Hmm. He leans back in thought. "Well, do you have some paper and stuff?" He peers to Neville. "I have plenty because I am always being yelled at for my poor penmanship."

"Oh sure," Thorpe volleys back to Neville. "Jerries might have twice the fight, but there's twice as MANY Turks," he notes with a broad grin. To Asche, "Oh, I bet the food's great just about anywhere they ain't eating canned beef everyday, know what I mean? What *do* Greeks eat, anyways?"

«Illumination» A Very light burns out.

«Game» Kwatra moves into Battalion HeadQuarters.

Neville seems split in his decision between the opinions of Asche and Thorpe on food, "True, anything is better'n eating canned beef on a regular basis. Dunno just what Greeks eat, but a lot of food around the Med is similar." What do ANZAC soldiers know about food? They have a shared heritage of cuisine with the British! When a certain thought strikes him, he eyes his standard issue ANZAC cigarette with some distain, "If nothing else, the Turks have fine tobacco, even if there are more of them than there are Jerries, but don't forget that Germany's been goin' head t'head with the Poms buildin' ships and artillery and guns and bullets and everythin' you need to fight a war for years now."

«Illumination» A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

"Um. Pasta?" Asche offers helpfully. All he knows is from stories! "But it can't be any worse than the canned beef," Indeed. THat means a lot coming from people with British-like cuisines. "To be entirely fair, I think there's always been a lot of fighting down by Germany. They're practically hugging France," The Kiwi points out. "I think. Or was that another country?" Poor Asche looks absolutely confused. SOMEONE bombed Geography!

"Aye, and with alla that said, you know who I'm less keen to be fighting?" Thorpe voices to Neville with a broad grin, "The ones with shielas so ugly they wrap 'em up all in cloth." A chuckle, "Besides, Johnny Turk is the one pointing his guns at me right now, so I'll just he weren't instead of trying to grin and say 'Well at least Jerry aint pointing a gun at me, instead'. Bullets is bullets, ain't they?"

Neville has a laugh at Thorpe's comments, nodding a few times, "Aye, that's a good point. Obviously, you'd wanna make the choice not to fight anybody at all. Now me, I volunteered to fight, bein' the stupid bloody man that I am, so honestly, I much prefer t'fight the Turk than Jerry. Since I've got to fight /someone/." This all makes perfect sense in his mind. Looking toward Asche, he nods, "Yeah, the Frogs and the Jerries have been fightin' over some land on their borders for years. It just seems like there are some places in the world that people just won't quit fightin' over." The trooper blunders irresponsibly into some wisdom.

«Illumination» A Very light burns out.

Kwatra stirs, blinks and stretches, its a quiet night and he still can't sleep. He mutters a few muted and foriegn words to himself before crawling out of the dugout. He draws a cigerette and glances around, spotting the hudle of soldiers he shuffles towards them. He nods to each in turn, waits for the conversation to die down and murmurs. "Anyone got a light?"

"Somehow, I doubt they will quit. They've been at it for years and years, enough for 'em to have kids," Asche muses. Frenchies. He grins and nods at the wisdom being dispensed. "That's bloody true. And I thought I'd be doing something a bit easier in doing this." Somehow, it's a bit more stressful than herding sheep. Sheep don't come with grenades. Asche offers his lighter over towards Kwatra. "Heya, mate," He greets the man. "I guess there's just some things that don't change." Asche rolls his shoulders. "But maybe this time…" Asche seems to buy into the theory that the Great War will be the /last/ one.

Thorpe chuckles with a broad smile, and feigned look of sympathy, "Oh damnation, mate- you volunteered? Poor bastard, here- take the last of the flask, eh? Soon as the draft men told me 'no women in the service' they had to pry me away from Australia with a bloody crowbar." The flask is given toward Neville a second time. To Asche, the easy going rifleman voices, "Some folk are just sour by nature, know what I mean? Like Poms. And Frogs. And krauts. Oh, and definitely Ivans. you know," he muses after a moment, "I do believe Europe is fucked, lads." A loud laugh follows.

Kwatra accepts the light, for a moment he is completely absorbed in putting match to cigerette behind his cupped hand. Then he shakes the match out, nods again to Asche and takes a long breath. Blowing smoke out he leans agaisnt the wall, listening to the conversation he grimices, then smiles at to Thorpe's laugh, but he's not really listening to them, his thoughts are somewhere else.

Neville drains the rest of the flask without hesitation or expression, but not without first tipping it respectfully toward Thorpe. Tossing the man back his flask, he tries to explain himself, "Oi, I had a reason, now. I'd bloody well traveled all around Australia, aside from the particularly nasty bits in the middle, there, and I wanted to get out and see the rest of the world. Now, I figured three meals a day plus pay, little as it may be, was worth enough to have to take up a rifle and get shot at all damn day long." After mugging a bit, he continues, "I see now the error of my decision." Looking between Thorpe, Asche, and Kwatra, he nods gravely, "Aye, Thorpe. Europe's been at war with itself for ages. I doubt it'll stop any time soon, regardless of how civilized the lot of those continental gits would have you believe, Pommy gits included!"

"I don't know if it was always that way, but I guess no one wants to be seen as weak and just stop," Asche finally considers. A shrug, "Ah well." He smiles. "There's worse decisions to make I … think?" He doesn't seem so sure. "Like, I dunno, hitting your head on a wall a few hours? Although, it's true. You do get meals, pay and they might even give you medals or honors." He considers. There are promotions for a lucky few. So aside from the shooting, disgruntled Turks… okay, it's bad. He is listening though, and nods to Kwatra. "I've met some good blokes out here too though."

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

Thorpe laughs aloud at Neville's last bit, adding a "Here, here!" just before the first shells fall. Flashing a grin, he wonders, "You figure the Pommys heard us?"

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

Kwatra was grinning at Asche through his cigerette, still not really paying attention, when the first shells fell. He imediantly ducks, shivering, event though the shells are a safe distance away. He soon comes to realise this and straightens up again. Between shells he grins and says. "Join the army, see the world, find friends to last you your life."

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

Neville grins, if a little weakly, at Asche, "Oh, I know it was stupid. Now. But I don't suppose it would have mattered in the long run. It was either volunteer or be volunteered." He shrugs before turning toward Thorpe, "Don't think so, think those are Abdul's guns." Looking toward Kwatra, he grins broadly, nodding, "However shortened your life may end up being due in no small part to Army service!"

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 5).

And as the shells fall, Thorpe manages a broad grin at Kwatra and Neville, "Heh, so they say. Here's to Australia then, lads. And here's to whatever poor bastards we're stuck in the mud beside. Might be a bullet that gets me, but it won't be bad company."

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 6).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 6).

A little grin at that. Asche nods. "I didn't say my decision was really smart either," He admits quietly. "But it could be much worse I guess." He sighs, hearing the artillery. While it makes his heart beat faster and he straightens, the panic just doesn't sink in like it used to! "Think they're just showing off the guns?"

Kwatra nods, taking the opportunity to scan the mud for his lost fag but between the mud and the poor light he either can't see it or doesn't want to pick it up. "To Australia, and to good company." he keeps his head turned from the aid station and the sound of shelling, wincing every time a new one lands.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 6).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 6).

"To Australia, and New Zealand, and all the other nations of ANZAC, united in their suffering under the Pommy thumb." Right… maybe that's the alcohol talking. To Asche, he continues, "Could be, aye, but it sounds like they're trying to zero in on us…" He notes, gravely, ducking a bit lower into the trenches reflexively.

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Ocean Beach ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 6).

«Game» Neville changes his style to TakeCover!

Thorpe stays standing cheerfully upright as he steals a look eastward. Right on time, the first shells fall on their position. "Well. Looks like they managed it pretty well, eh?"

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Ocean Beach ineffectually.
«Artillery» Artillery barrage at Ocean Beach has lifted!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Ocean Beach (1 6).

«Game» Kwatra changes his style to TakeCover!
«Game» Young changes his style to TakeCover!
«Game» Asche changes his style to TakeCover!

Kwatra ducks again as the shells land near him, he's no good with shells. He does manage to regain a little of his conposure though, he grins weakly at the others. "Least those bastards didn't wake me up, nothing worse than being woken in the night."

«Game» O'Neill changes his style to TakeCover!

"It's probably not too hard, though," Ashce considers. "With all these lines," He frowns. Asche hunkers down himself. He eyes a bit of something goes by. Damn dirt! He looks annoyed. "True… Gotta feel sorry for the sods sleeping now though."

O'Neill has been asleep, it would seem. Now he wakes up, grimacing a little bit. "Will you guys stop making that noise?" he says, a bit sleepily.

Neville nods to Thorpe after boggling a bit at the man choosing to stay standing. "Get down, mate-" Then he stops, "Huh… seems like they stopped firing." He hmms softly to himself in thought before smirking at o'Neill, train of thought momentarily derailed, "Wasn't us, mate. Was Abdul."

Thorpe chuckles again, looking aside as O'Neill stirs. "There, looks like no one's left asleep to be woken up. Drawing a deep breath, he hollers eastward, "Oi! We know you're there, now give it a rest, eh?"

O'Neill shakes his head a little, "Whoever it was should stop, so we could get back to sleep…"

Kwatra raises his head. And looks around him, he offers up a short arabic prayer before saying. "Looks like they did, looks like Mehmed apreciates the fact that we need to sleep."

Neville doesn't like the pause after the arty barrage. He doesn't like the barrage itself either, but the silence makes him paranoid. "I wouldn't count on that…" He says to Kwatra, "Reckon he'll be botherin' us again before the night is through…" See? Paranoia. But a little paranoia is healthy in the middle of a war.

Thorpe lets out a breath along with his easy grin and notes, "Whelp. Can't see anything from here. Figure I'll slip a bit toward the front and see what the lads are up to, know what I mean?"

Kwatra grunts. "Well I seldom get back to sleep at this time of night anyways." He nods to Thorpe "Best go with someone then." He steps up, unslinging his rifle and peers down the trench eastward.

Thorpe nods to the Indian and shrugs his own rifle off his shoulder. He whistles quietly, a simple tune as he moves inside the trenchline east.

Cliffs
Coordinates : 2 6

The brown and yellow desert rocks ascend sharply in elevation in this area, and the hills fall off sharply in places in sheer cliffs. The plateaus nearby provide some relief, and a foothold on areas in the peninsula, but the climb to get to them is quite torturous, and passages are difficult to find.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Reserve Trench

Kwatra has moved up to the parapet and is scanning no mans land. "Can't see a blind thing in this." He looks around the trench for his comrades, then back towards no mans land and the wire.

Thorpe breaks his whistling frequently to mutter greetings to the soldiers he passes on the way front-ward. Still walking upright, rather than in the slightly safer crouch, he steals another Turk-ward glance and notes aloud, "Not a bloody thing. So much the better, eh?"

Neville strolls leisurely along the trench line, glancing eastward every so often, "Nothing. For now." His suspicions haven't been entirely allayed, however. So he just hunkers down and hangs out in the trench.

Kwatra shrugs. "Just because you can't see them." He's got his rifle laid on the parapet. "Give us a quick prayer that they were just showing off their guns will you? I get ignored," the rest of sentance is mumbled "Good reason to."

Asche is trundling along after Neville. His rifle is slung along over his shoulder. He's not peeking his head over any higher than it needs to be. "They might be testing the water too, as it were. But I can't say," Asche is no tactician.

Thorpe chuckles to Kwatra's words, noting in return as he counts out enough bullets to bring his own number of spare rounds up to standard, "God, oh God-" he begins, looking dutifully skyward. "Do be so kind as to let that little bit of booming be for nothing. And if, while you're at it, you feel moved to deliver a number of beautiful women into our protection, truly we shall know that you are the Lord. Amen and all that." He grins as the prayer ends.

Neville just kind of boggles at Thorpe. And subconsciously scoots away. Lest he be struck by errant lightning bolts or something. But in reality, retribution is more likely to come from the east than from on high. Looking to Asche, he nods, "Aye. S'pose we'll know soon enough."

Kwatra grins and relaxes a little. "Supposing we aren't in the company of beautiful women shortly, anyone hear had any training with machine guns?" He looks sidelong at Neville and then back at no man's land."

Asche too scoots a little. If someone's gonna get smote, Asche does not want to be in the blast radius. He laughs softly at the beautiful women comment though and shakes his head. He looks between the group, "Not I. I've just now figured out how to work those damn charges."

Neville shakes his head at Kwatra, "Not me. Gettin' better at usin' my rifle, though, so at least I've got that goin'." He grins faintly, nestled in the relative safety of the trench as he waits for something to happen, eyes locked on the eastern horizon.

Thorpe chuckles aloud as his fellow soldiers edge away from him, "Oh come on now, lads- if its in the cards for me to bite a bullet in this mess, no reason I can't do it with a smile, eh?" More constructively, he adds, "And I'm hopeless on a machine gun. Done a bit as a mate to one though- can clear it and reload and all. Just not aim."

Thorpe says, "Look lads, if it comes down to a lot of screaming Turks and us- and if no one *actually* capable comes along, I'll have a turn on the machine gun. Lets just hope it doesn't come to that, eh?"

Kwatra nods. "We probably wont need it. Never seen such a pause after a barrage." He's clearly nervous, but he's grinning.
Asche nods, "I doubt they will come so soon." He sighs softly and leans back, finding somewhere to settle into the trench. "We'll see what happens."

Neville's paranoia seems to be dissipating. "Aye. Let's all just hunker down and keep our eyes open, then. If Mehmet comes, he comes. If not… well, then we've bloody well wasted a night we could've spent sleeping."

Thorpe scolds Neville lightly, "Now now, mate- we're on duty. and no body wants to be sleeping on duty, do they?" Letting out a long breath, he leans against the western wall of the trench and leans his rifle next to himself.

Kwatra nods and ducks down below the parapet, patting himself for a smoke. He finds none and settles into the mud. "It keeps the dreams away, and it save waking up. Still what were the guns for." He's obviously not going to let this one go.

Asche just blinks at Kwatra. He … doesn't quite get it. He just nods at that. "I'd not want to be one of the blokes to wake up to a Turk anyway," He grunts softly and continues nesting in a spot. He seems to be good at that. He sets his rifle beside him and peeks out.

Thorpe supposes, "Just Johnny turk reminding us he's here. Rather neighborly, really- wouldn't want to forget it now, would we?"
Kwatra shrugs. "Your right it seems. But now it looks like we're on the job, we just picked up another sentry shift lads. Back in Australia we'd be payed for working late." He grins to himself again, but he can't keep still, he's up at the parapet again, staring at the trenches not to far away.

Neville laughs a bit, "Aye. Certainly wouldn't want to forget that. Go off out of the trenches to have a piss and find yourself run through by a bayonet. What a bloody way to go." Looking toward Kwatra, "Oh, we're getting paid, mate. But our wages are held for us in the event that we survive."

Kwatra Yawns. "Pity we could pay Mehmed to give us a nights peace." Still nothing on the other side, Kwatra's moments away from pacing up and down the trench.

"Well, I think they send a *little* home to your families, after all -" Many of the men here are someone's breadwinners. Asche just shivers. "I'll just look forward to that payday," And there will be drunken Kiwi debauched adventures. Or something. Who knows. "And ack," Asche winces at Neville's comment. "I hope I don't die with my pants down. At least let a man finish," He comments wryly.

O'Neill arrives from the West.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 5).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 5).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 5).

Kwatra was begining to dose off but the barrage brings him back to his senses, he's imediantly back at the parapet. Ignoring the fact that his head is framed by the light of the shells, he peers out towards the Turks again.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 5).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 5).

Neville seems to be a little more used to the arty barrages, only shaking a little bit as the shells start to fall. "Well then, looks like Johnny Turk means to bother us tonight." He keeps his head down, no intentions of dying tonight!

O'Neill looks out in a similar fashion, muttering something under his breath. "He comes, we'll send him back," he offers to Neville, a bit lightly.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Cliffs (2 5).

Greenway arrives from the West.

So much for Asche's chilled out mood. He sighs at the artillery, seeming calmer than before. Perhaps it finally has become part of his life. "Guess he can't sleep and doesn't want anyone else to either," He peers up into the night sky.

Thorpe remains leaning against the westward wall of the trenchline, itching at the side of his neck. "So then," he wonders lightly, "Don't suppose anybody better has come along for the Lady Vickers?"

«Game» Greenway changes his style to Standard!

Neville shakes his head at Thorpe, "Nope. Looks like it's your show, mate. Show 'em what you're made of and keep their heads down, eh?" He gives the soldier a pat on the shoulder before spending a few moments prowling along the trenchline.

Greenway hoofs it in from the direction of the HQ, a slightly dour look on his face. He was probably asleep or some such thing. His rifle is in hand and he is keeping low with the sound of artillery.

Thorpe affects a grin at Neville's jest. Leaving his rifle, he starts toward the machine gun, quipping, "Be gentle, miss- it's me first time.."

«Game» Thorpe unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Equipment» Thorpe has dropped Lee Enfield SMLE.
«Equipment» Thorpe has picked up Vickers Gun.
«Game» Thorpe wields his Vickers Gun!

"Well, looks like the guy who sold us this property didn't mention the noisy neighborhood," O'Neill remarks a bit lightly.

«Equipment» You grab 225 x .303 British .

Kwatra looks down the trench between two falling shells and frowns. "Poor sods." He makes no movement to go to help hsi comrades to the south and hunkers down. In an annex staring south now.

A soft laugh. Asche just smiles, "You'll do fine." He tries to reassure Thorpe a bit. "Hell, I managed it for a little while." And if ASCHE of all critters can manage it… The goofy Kiwi pulls his rifle in close and waves to Greenway as the man comes closer.

Neville smirks at O'Neill, "I reckon that's what all the shouting in Turkish was while we were runnin' 'em off, eh?" He's ready. It seems as if all the heavy fighting over the past few weeks is starting to transform the Aussie into a bonafide soldier.

Kwatra looks up at O'Neill, he looks like he's about to say something, and the corners of his mouth turn up, then a shell lands and he goes quiet. Staring at the section of trench below them.

Greenway gives a little nod as he comes closer to the group, sending it toward Asche. He looks a little out of breath, but otherwise not so poorly off. "Mornin'. Or evenin'," he greets all around.

O'Neill chuckles, although he ducks down a bit as the shells fall. "Probably," he remarks to Neville.

"Mornevening," Thorpe greets, jamming the two greetings together as he checks over the Vickers gun, reacquainting himself with the operations.

Kwatra is silent for a moment, counting. "Morning. Glad to have you, we're expecting some pretty ladies." He grins then thinks better of it and starts to pray in arabic again.

Thorpe nods sagely. "So we are. Just make sure the lad onj the dirt is an ugly Turk with a gun before shooting. Wouldn't do to gun down the Lord's generosity, would it?"

Mathews arrives from the West.

"Technically, mostly evening," Asche replies. He simply peeps out a good moment later. "But I guess if you just woke up, that makes it morning." He must be philosophical today. He doesn't even blink anymore at the prayer in Arabic.

Kwatra Breaks his prayer. "Here that lads? Don't shoot until you see them in profile!" Then the officer comes, he shuts up sharpish and gets out of the officers way, he doesn't trust them, especially after last time.

Thorpe cracks a broad grin as he has managed to corrupt Kwatra. Mid-prayer, even!

Busy night for Lieutenant Mathews. The Officer has more jobs than soldiers to task. Making his way up the trench line he looks for familure faces. Somehow he manages to over look Private Asche. His gaze stops on Private Kwatra for a moment as the troop prayes, he makes an effort not to distract the soldier and his odd customs while he addresses Thorpe, "I have a task straight from the Battalion Commander and no doubt it might have come from someone even higher. You will assemble a team of soldiers, move east from here under the cover of darkness and knock out the MG 08 position in order to create an axis of advance for another mission in the upcoming days."

Kwatra suddenly decides its a good time to pick up the prayer again, he keeps the foriegn words muted now, no need to draw attention, he's still looking to the south. He does pause for the orders and obviosuly wishes he hadn't as he starts up praying again right away,

O'Neill shakes his head a little bit as he hears the Lieutenant's words. "Somehow, this sounds like a busy night," he mutters to himself listening a bit further now.

«Illumination» A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

Thorpe lets his smile fade off into something less likely to get him chewed out by the brass, as Mathews decides to walk up to… him. Well crap. "Yessir," he notes with a snap. "Take out the machine gun east of here. Sounds like fun, sir." Looking aside, he dares to ask aloud, "Who's with me, lads?"

«Equipment» Thorpe has dropped .303 British x 225.
«Game» Thorpe unwields his Vickers Gun!
«Equipment» Thorpe has dropped Vickers Gun.

Greenway nods his head at this. "Yeah, somethin' like that mate," he replies to Asche. Then he falls silent as everyone's favorite Lieutenant pops into view and starts issuing orders. "Sign me up!" He manages to sound somewhat enthusiastic.

«Equipment» Thorpe has picked up Lee Enfield SMLE.
«Game» Thorpe wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Translation: You are all going to die. So try and make ANZAC look good while you do it. Neville grumbles a little to himself. Whenever he starts to slip into a decent mood, Mathews always seems to show up to ruin it. He stalks around the trenches for a few moments before saluting the Lieutenant and moving toward Thorpe, "As if I've got much of a choice…" He mutters.

«Ground Combat» Thorpe reloads his Lee Enfield SMLE!

"Well, you probably need someone to patch you up out there…" O'Neill offers, with a bit of a shrug. "Besides, you could get lost, right?" That's said a bit lightly.

Thorpe chuckles aloud at Neville's gloom. "Don't fret, mate- I'm in charge. Which means we're ALL doomed, not just you." A grin and nod to O'Neill. "Oh most certain, we will." He reclaims his old rifle, checks the magazine, and lets out a breath. "Everyone going got a Jam tin?"

Kwatra stands up. And comes towards the group. "Better than being shelled to pieces I suppose." His agreement done he goes back to looking after his equipment.

An officer. One might wonder why they don't wear black robes and skull masks, feared as they are. Asche is spared somehow. He's not really sure how or why. Could be because of what went on earlier, Asche's marbles might not be quite back in their bag. He kind of hopes Kwatra throws in a good word or two for him. "I'll go with you," Asche offers, less confidently. By now, he's wary of volunteering but - on the other hand, he seems wary of being seen as a slacker and set to something worse.

«Equipment» Asche has picked up Jam Tin Grenade.

O'Neill shakes his head at the part about the grenades. "No. Used the last ones a while back," he offers.

The Lieutenant being the busy man that he is just gives a nod to Thorpe, "Pass on the results to Sergeant Tobey at Headquarters. He'll pass the info along to those who need it." The Officer then moves down the line gearing up the other soldiers, some lucky and some not.

«Equipment» Asche has dropped Jam Tin Grenade.

Neville smirks at Thorpe, "Aye, mate. That does make me feel a bit better, knowing that my mates are just as doomed as I am." He pats the grenades attached to his kit for emphasis before grinning at Asche and giving him a hearty clap on the shoulder, "Relax, Asche. At least you don't have to be in charge tonight, eh?"

«Game» Thorpe changes his style to Stealth!
«Game» Kwatra changes his style to Stealth!
«Game» Neville changes his style to Stealth!
«Game» Greenway changes his style to Stealth!

Thorpe laughs aloud- the last time he'll be able to indulge his good humor for awhile. "Right at that! Lets not waste time before sunup, eh mates? When you're ready, lets hop out."

«Game» Thorpe moves out of Reserve Trench.

Greenway checks his own grenades as they seem to become a topic of conversation. His single one looks ready to roll, and his slings his rifle so that its a little easier to bring to bear when nescessary. He moves after Thorpe.

«Game» Greenway moves out of Reserve Trench.
«Game» Kwatra moves out of Reserve Trench.
«Game» Neville moves out of Reserve Trench.

Asche melds into the background. Killer stealth kiwi.

Neville hops out of the trenches with a grunt before getting ready to sneaky sneaky over on into Turkoland. He must be mad. All of them must be mad. But they're doing their duty for what it's worth, "Everyone try and come back alive." Then he falls silent.

«Game» O'Neill changes his style to Stealth!

Kwatra nods, he's on his belly getting under the wire already, he seems to be in a hurry to get to the other side.
O'Neill gets out of the trench as well, ducking down as best he can. "Relax. We'll do this, and get back."

Thorpe hops up over the lip of the trench and lets out a short breath. "Right, so here we are, then. Move forward all slippery silent-like, hop into the trench, easy as you please, off a few poor bastards and mosey on back." He pauses a moment, before quipping, "Easy as you please, eh? Oh and if you get seen, hide. Its a bloody machine gun, know what I mean?"

Greenway bellies down to the ground once he is out. He tries his best to keep his profile low as he readies himself for what is coming. He nods to Neville. "Agreed." Then he pauses a moment to listen to Thorpe. He gives a little nod to this.

«Illumination» A Very light burns out.

Kwatra looks back to O'Neill then Thorpe, he shakes his head a little a mutter "Salama Lai Kum." and crawls on.

«Ground Combat» Kwatra moves East <E>.

Thorpe grins once as the flare goes out. "And we're on, mates. Lets go."

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves East <E>.

Plugge's Plateau
Coordinates : 3 6

Just off the beaches, inland from the cove itself, a flat-topped plateau lies beyond the cliffs. The air is a little clearer up here, providing some relief from the humidity of the seashore, and the terrain is more rock and scrub plants than sand. This spot provides a decent view of the terrain around the cove and, eastward, the heavily-shelled spurs and valleys that provide passage through the rough countryside.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Shell Holes
2. Shell Holes

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
TripleE (#16404) Wounded Thorpe I. Lee Enfield SMLE
TripleE (#16169) Kwatra I. Lee Enfield SMLE

Obstacles :
West <W> Wire-2 East <E> Wire-4

«Ground Combat» You notice Greenway arrive at Plugge's Plateau.
«Ground Combat» You notice Neville arrive at Plugge's Plateau.

Kwatra crawls as quickly as possible to the shelter of a shell hole. Not looking back or forward, keeping his face in the mud and crawling.

«Ground Combat» You notice O'Neill arrive at Plugge's Plateau.

«Ground Combat» Kwatra moves into Shell Holes.

Neville crawls all sneaky-like, while trying to move as quickly as possible at the same time.

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves into Shell Holes.
«Ground Combat» Neville moves into Shell Holes.

Greenway slithers along doing his best snake impression. He scuttles into a nearby shellhole, glancing around to keep track of his companions.

«Ground Combat» Greenway moves into Shell Holes.

Kwatra looks around him now that he's in some shelter, he shoulders the rifle and roots around in his pack for a grenade.

O'Neill comes crawling up, ducking down further as he moves for one of the shellholes, rather slowly.

«Game» Kwatra unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Kwatra wields his Jam Tin Grenade!
«Game» Neville unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Neville wields his Jam Tin Grenade!

«Ground Combat» O'Neill moves into Shell Holes.

«Game» Thorpe unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Thorpe wields his Jam Tin Grenade!

Neville gets a grenade ready as well, looking between the rest of the lads before whispering, "Let's move all at once, then, shall we?"

O'Neill drops down into one of the shell holes, looking between the others for a few moments.

«Game» Greenway unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Thorpe slips down into the shell hole and starts moving eastward, under his breath he notes, "Easy as you please. And now, we're gonna get a bit loud," he notes seeing Kwatra being sharper than he is. "Grendades, but not until we can all move in together. Aye?"

«Game» Greenway wields his Jam Tin Grenade!

Kwatra nods to Thorpe having not heard Neville. He hefts the weapon nervously.

Greenway nods his head a little, sticking with the group. He shifts his rifle so that he can grip a grenade at the ready. He doesn't quite look ready to move just yet.

O'Neill keeps his rifle, with the bayonet ready. Since he doesn't have any grenades with him, he prepares to move forward rather slowly.

Kwatra looks between his comrades, chewing his lip, he doesn't want to be out here when he spots him and just wants to run in right now, but his hands got a firm grip on the ground. He gulps rather loudly.

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves East <E>.

Rhododendron Spur
Coordinates : 4 6

A prominent spur in the rocky, scrub desert hills, it runs westward from the beach to the peak of the ridge of Chunuk Bair. There is little natural cover here, and the going is steep but passable.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Slit Trench
2. Slit Trench

===============================< In Your Location >===========================
TripleE (#16404) Wounded Thorpe — (2) Slit Trench I. Jam Tin Grenade
TripleE (#289) War I.
CentPw (#81) Zorlu — (2) Slit Trench I. Gewehr 88
CentPW (#523) Segem — (2) Slit Trench I. MG 08 (D)
CentPw (#293) Temiz — (1) Slit Trench I. Gewehr 88

Room Modifiers :
Elevation : 4 Cover : 40%
Stealth : 130% Inf.Move : 130%

«Ground Combat» You notice Neville arrive at Rhododendron Spur.
«Ground Combat» You notice O'Neill arrive at Rhododendron Spur.
«Ground Combat» You notice Kwatra arrive at Rhododendron Spur.
«Ground Combat» You notice Greenway arrive at Rhododendron Spur.

Zorlu says "THERE"

Temiz stirs awake and pokes his head out from the trench trying to spot whatever Zorlu is going off about. It wouldn't have been the first time tonight.

«Ground Combat» Zorlu fires his Gewehr 88 at Neville but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Illumination» Segem launches a flare into the night sky!
«Illumination» A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

O'Neill moves forward, ducking down a little bit as he looks around for the enemies present.

«Game» Zorlu assists Segem!

Temiz might need glasses.

Zorlu shouts at Temiz. "In your trench, daftwit!"

«Ground Combat» Segem fires his MG 08 at O'Neill but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Game» Thorpe changes his style to Banzai!
«Game» Kwatra changes his style to Banzai!

Segem spots something and begins to shoot like a mad man!

«Game» Zorlu assists Segem!

Neville sees the Turkish soldiers. Unfortunately he picked the wrong shell hole. Oh well. He gets ready to toss his grenade anyway.

Temiz is still not seeing anything.

Thorpe stands upright with a loud call of "How do ya do, mates?" lofting his grenade at the machine gunner.

«Game» Neville changes his style to Banzai!

Kwatra rushes towards the machine gun screaming and throwing the grenade.

«Ground Combat» Thorpe fires his Jam Tin Grenade at Segem but misses!
«Ground Combat» Thorpe fires his Jam Tin Grenade at Zorlu but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Grenades from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Ground Combat» Segem fires his MG 08 at O'Neill but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Ground Combat» Kwatra fires his Jam Tin Grenade at Segem and hits!
Segem suffers 6 wound damage to his right hand.
Segem suffers 2 wound damage to his left leg.
Segem suffers 6 wound damage to his abdomen.
«Ground Combat» Kwatra fires his Jam Tin Grenade at Zorlu but misses!
«Ground Combat» Neville fires his Jam Tin Grenade at Temiz and hits!
Temiz suffers 4 wound damage to his right leg.
Temiz suffers 6 wound damage to his left hand.
Temiz suffers 7 wound damage to his left chest.
Temiz suffers 2 wound damage to his left leg.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Grenades from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!
«Ground Combat» Segem has been mortally wounded!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Grenades from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!
«Ground Combat» Temiz has been mortally wounded!

«Game» Thorpe wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Kwatra wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Segem blown to chunks by an enemy grenade. The MG 08 is toast as well!

O'Neill sneaks over towards Temiz now, frowning a bit before he sees the man being blown up. Moving for the connection to the other trench now.

Zorlu is suddenly all alone. Bugger.

Temiz never saw it coming and is killed before even hearing the first boom.

«Ground Combat» Zorlu fires his Gewehr 88 at Kwatra but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

Thorpe hollers, "Easy as you please, eh mates?" With a wild whoop at Kwatra's success.

Neville heaves a fine toss Temiz-ward and sends bits of Turk asploding all over the place. "Right then!" He's got another grenade, but doesn't bother wasting it on the single remaining Turk.

«Game» Neville wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

«Game» O'Neill changes his style to Sprint!
«Ground Combat» O'Neill moves into Slit Trench.

«Game» Greenway unwields his Jam Tin Grenade!
«Game» Greenway wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves to engage Zorlu in close quarters combat, and succeeds!

Kwatra is carried forward into the debris of the machine gun he stops screaming and looks about at the carnage. The pause doesn't last long as he glances about for hostiles and spots Zorlu.

«Ground Combat» Kwatra moves into Slit Trench.

«Ground Combat» Zorlu attacks Thorpe in melee combat with his Gewehr 88 and hits! Thorpe suffers 3 wound damage to his right arm.
O'Neill hurries over to the other trench, giving up on the steaslth now, moving for Zorlu as well.

«Game» Neville changes his style to Sprint!

«AngelOfDeath» Temiz breathes his last…
«AngelOfDeath» Segem breathes his last…

«Ground Combat» Thorpe attacks Zorlu with his bare hands! Zorlu suffers 1 bruise damage to his right chest.

Zorlu is about to try another shot at Kwatra, but then Thorpe's on him like white on Turkish rice. He stabs the man in the arm.

«Game» Greenway changes his style to Sprint!

Segem meets his maker.

«Ground Combat» Neville moves into Slit Trench.

«Ground Combat» O'Neill moves to engage Zorlu in close quarters combat, and succeeds!

«Ground Combat» Zorlu attacks Thorpe in melee combat with his Gewehr 88 and hits! Thorpe suffers 5 wound damage to his head.

«Game» Kwatra changes his style to Sprint!

Thorpe howls as he gets a bayonet to the scalp. "SonofaBITCH" and he resorts to just keeping the turk occupied.

«Ground Combat» Greenway moves into Slit Trench.
«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!
«Ground Combat» Kwatra moves into Slit Trench.

Zorlu is stymied.

«Game» O'Neill changes his style to Banzai!

Thorpe wrestles over the turk's rifle..
«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

Neville charges into the other trench, trying to come to the aid of the beleaguered Thorpe, "Oi, mate, keep yer head down, I'm comin'!"

Zorlu shouts, "DIE!".

«Ground Combat» Neville fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Zorlu and hits!
Zorlu suffers 8 wound damage to his right leg.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

«Illumination» A Very light burns out.

«Ground Combat» Kwatra moves to engage Zorlu in close quarters combat, and succeeds!

O'Neill approaches the Turk, grinning as he sees Thorpe's actions, and the incoming shot.

«Ground Combat» O'Neill attacks Zorlu in melee combat with his Lee Enfield SMLE but Zorlu blocks it!

Thorpe quips back, "How about no?" before hollering at Neville, "Trying to keep my head ON!"
«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

«Ground Combat» Greenway fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Zorlu but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

«Ground Combat» Neville fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Zorlu and hits!
Zorlu suffers 2 wound damage to his left hand.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

«Ground Combat» Zorlu attacks Thorpe in melee combat with his Gewehr 88 but Thorpe blocks it!

Thorpe adds, "Quick mates- we gotta get outta here!"

«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!
«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

O'Neill nods a little bit, "Just keep him still, so we can take him out," he comments to Thorpe, attempting to gut Zorlu again.

«Ground Combat» Kwatra attacks Zorlu in melee combat with his Lee Enfield SMLE and hits! Zorlu suffers 1 wound damage to his left arm.
«Ground Combat» O'Neill attacks Zorlu in melee combat with his Lee Enfield SMLE but misses!

Zorlu continues wrasslin with Thorpe as those damned folk make him into swiss cheese.

Neville does his best! He manages to make Zorlu's life miserable by severely mangling his leg and scuffing his left hand to boot. As long as Thorpe keeps Zorlu from doing anything, it's only a matter of time.

«Ground Combat» Neville fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Zorlu but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

Thorpe grits out, "Working on it, know what I mean?" as he tries to hold down the turk's gun.
«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

Greenway snickers at this. "Come on, lets get 'em done!" He fires a few times at the turk as he enters the trench.
«Game» Greenway changes his style to Banzai!

Kwatra puts a bayonet in Zorlu from behind, careful not to hit Thorpe

«Game» Thorpe stymies Zorlu!

«Ground Combat» Greenway fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Zorlu and hits!
Zorlu suffers 7 wound damage to his right chest.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!
«Ground Combat» Zorlu has been mortally wounded!

Zorlu finally collapses.

Thorpe lets out a huge breath of relief, before whistling once and calling, "Run for it, mates!"

Neville reaches out to give Greenway a firm slap on the back, "Well done, mate!" He then drops all pretenses and gets to RUNNING.

«Game» Thorpe changes his style to Sprint!
«Game» Neville changes his style to Sprint!

O'Neill nods at the words, "Run, run!"

Kwatra stops, not wishing to deal the killing blow. Instead he looks around then see's Thorpe. "Take my shoulder."

«Game» Greenway changes his style to Sprint!
«Game» Kwatra assists Thorpe!

«Ground Combat» Neville moves West <W>.

Thorpe manages a grin beneath the mask of free flowing blood, "Thanks for that mate, I'll need it.." and leans on Kwatra.

O'Neill moves to be on the other side of Thorpe, ready to help as well.
«Game» O'Neill assists Thorpe!

Kwatra grunts and trots off back to no mans land as fast as Thorpe can manage.

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves West <W>.

Neville is fast. He's already booking it at a fair clip. He'll be back at the front before long. Occasionally, he turns back over his shoulder to check the progress of the others. But there's no time for words. Must. Keep. Running. And damn, the bugger's fast.

«Ground Combat» You notice Kwatra arrive at Plugge's Plateau.

«Ground Combat» Neville moves out of Shell Holes.

Thorpe complains as he hurried unevenly along, "Damnation, this better turn into one of those dashing scars, cause if Mehmet uglied me up…" a broad, if forced grin accompanies the words as he hops up out of the shell hole..

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves out of Shell Holes.

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Plugge's Plateau ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

Kwatra looks back over his shoulder remembering the bandages on O'Neill, well to late now, he sticks with Thorpe, then the shells start falling…

«Ground Combat» Kwatra moves out of Shell Holes.

Thorpe freezes briefly. "Shit, shit shit shit…" as he is stuck literally halfway between friendly lines and the shell holes.

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Plugge's Plateau ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

Thorpe begins frantically hurrying through the 'friendly' wire.

Neville starts swearing up a storm when the arty starts falling. But he probably can't be heard since he's in the lead by quite a few yards.

«Ground Combat» You notice O'Neill arrive at Plugge's Plateau.

Thorpe hoots, "Shells! Shells, bloody goddamn shells!"

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Plugge's Plateau ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

«Ground Combat» Neville moves West <W>.

Kwatra almost dives to the ground but resolves to keep on going, seeing as there's a wounded man on his shoulder.

«Game» O'Neill changes his style to TakeCover!

«Ground Combat» You notice Greenway arrive at Plugge's Plateau.

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Plugge's Plateau ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

O'Neill ducks down a little from the shells, moving to climb out of the trench. Glancing back to see Greenway there. "Nice of you to join us," he remarks, lightly.

Thorpe is bemoaning aloud, "Why the hell couldnt Mehmet have cut this wire earlier tonight?"

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Plugge's Plateau ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

«Game» Kwatra changes his style to TakeCover!

Greenway snickers at O'Neill. "Someone's gotta take up the rear, mate." He is moving as fast as he can, considering the circumstances and the artillery. He hits the deck.

«Game» Greenway changes his style to TakeCover!

«Artillery» 7.58cm Minenwerfer artillery barrage batters Plugge's Plateau ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

Kwatra pushes Thorpe away and looks back to his comrades in the shell holes as he hits the deck. "Damn." he screams, but he's crawling through wire now, no going back.

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves West <W>.

Cliffs
Coordinates : 2 6

The brown and yellow desert rocks ascend sharply in elevation in this area, and the hills fall off sharply in places in sheer cliffs. The plateaus nearby provide some relief, and a foothold on areas in the peninsula, but the climb to get to them is quite torturous, and passages are difficult to find.

It is currently night time but the light of a flare provides illumination.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Reserve Trench

Thorpe staggers in crookedly, his uniform in tatters from the wire he's waded through.

«Illumination» A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Plugge's Plateau (3 6).

«Ground Combat» Thorpe moves into Reserve Trench.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Rhododendron Spur (4 6)!

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