-RUSHING PRIVATE RYAN-
We set out in the morning, warily checking windows, corners, anywhere the Germans could spring a trap or an ambush.
Johannson was in the lead, Garand at the ready and bayonet fixed improperly. Rook was shadowing him, double checking each spot that Johannson had checked before. I was in the middle with Peters, helping him carry the M2 Browning. And Stewart was in the rear, covering our backs with his Thompson at the ready.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
The bridge we had set out to capture was undefended, and we quickly set up a defensive position in case a German patrol stumbled upon us.
The sound started as a low rumble. We looked around, at each other, confused as to why the ground was shaking. It got louder, and we could soon hear the sound of people yelling. We readied our weapons, getting ready for the enemy to throw a grenade or fire a Panzershrek.
But nothing could prepare us for what happened next.
A giant tide of German soldiers, all carrying trench shovels and primed Steilhandgranates in their hands, came around the corner, rushing at us screaming at the top of their lungs.
We opened fire, but there were too many and we were quickly overrun.
Stewart was the first to go, having gotten overzealous with his Thompson. He had managed to push the wave of Germans back, when they surrounded him and began pummeling him to death with their shovels.
One of them, holding a grenade, charged Rook and Johannson from behind. They never saw it coming.
By now, it was only me and Peters, him firing his MG wildly at the advancing tide while I threw frag grenade after frag grenade. And then Peters started to run out of ammo.
Quickly, I rushed up to his position with a new box of ammunition, but by that time his gun had overheated and was virtually useless. He quickly pulled out his M1911, but it wasn't long before he too was buried under the mass of grey and black.
I was cornered, back against a locked door while I blasted soldier after soldier back with my Sniper rifle. But it was no use. They descended upon me, swinging shovels indiscriminately at my already bruised and battered body. They were relentless, beating me until at last, I succumbed to the darkness.
As my vision blurred, they stopped screaming long enough for one of them to say something to me.
Something that would shock me to the core.
"lol noob get rushed fggt"