"We got a break in the wire!" Green was shouting at me.
"What?" I managed, opening my eyes. He yelled it again.
"Get your **** on, and get in the tower!"
I didn't get in the tower. Another 11C was telling me a few seconds later to get in the pit. There was a lot of running. Frantic fumbling with cold- and heavy- ammo. Soon 120mm 'lum rounds were blasting out, then there was a call for HE.
About that time the MK 19 opened up. Thudding away, firing over our heads. We could hear the whump! of the rounds landing a second after each shot. Some SF killer was whooping away as he fired.
We got the 60 into action, as well, firing first HE, then 'lum.
Turns out there were "only" 2 or 3 of them, initially attacking with a PKM and some form of rocket. Gonna be lots of dunnage- empty "tootsie rolls", "cheese charges", and empty crates- to clean up this morning. We have a general coming in.
