"OK, guys, 30 seconds!" the captain said as we neared the shore.
Already the Germans were firing, whipping up the water around our landing craft.
Next, the whistle blew, I hopped over the side of the craft, splashing into the water.
I stumbled out of the frothy waters, heavy rounds burying themselves deep in the sand.
As soon as I had checked my surroundings, I stood up, and sprinted down the beach, closing the distance between me and my prey.
By the time I was about halfway down the beach, an artillery round knocked me off of my feet, and into a ditch. I checked myself for injuries, and was relieved to find none.
I rolled back onto my stomach, and took a careful glance over the lip of the ditch. I was still about 500 meters away from the German lines, beyond my effective range.
I calmed my nerves, stood up, and began my fateful run again, throwing self preservation to the wind. I advanced far ahead of my comrades, who were being raked with MG fire.
Soon enough, the sea wall began to block most of their shots, allowing me to slow down a bit to catch my breath. Soon enough, I threw myself against the rough, rock covered sand.
I checked to see if my rifle could still cycle it's bolt, and was pleased to see that it could. Taking a moment to calm my nerves, and slow my breathing, I climbed the sea wall, stopping just at the lip to line up my first shot.
I fire, hitting the German on the MG square in the head. To tell you the truth, I was aiming for his chest. I adjusted my sights, and lined up another.
Before long, I had cleared an entire bunker, and about half of a trench, before my comrades caught up to me. They kept shouting about how we had to advance up the beach. I took this as my queue, and started running to the cleared bunker. I hadn't gotten half way before I had taken a round to the shoulder, flooring me. The bastards raked my prone form for good measure, riddling me with bullets as I lay helpless.
Game:
Arma 2: Combined Operations with the Invasion 1944 mod.
I think I got between fifteen to twenty kills.