IICptJoeII
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1 minute ago, Oleksandr said:
And one more thing if you have any questions or like any suggestions - feel free to msg me.
How am I supposed to ask questions or get your suggestions when you can't receive PM's?
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@Oleksandr You have some very interesting ideas when it comes to infantry assaults, I'd like to see them put to the test in a PBEM against me, I am new to CM and maybe you could show me the ropes?
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A very interesting concept, perhaps you'd like to put the theory to the test
Tactical Lifehack
in Combat Mission Black Sea
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@Oleksandr
In the spirit of poetry I've decided to throw my hat into the ring
Bent double, like old Ukrops under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, Olek cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares Olek turned his back
And towards his distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with Ultra-nationalism; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Two o' Threes that dropped behind.
****post! ****post! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw Olek drowning.
In all my dreams, before his helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the BTR that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Slava Ukrain