Our clan has been pretty much dead for quite some time now:
Like I said in the
heading, there hasn't been very much happening with our clan since
before the summer holidays (or if you didn't have vacation, since
before July). Two of the main reasons are that Robbert now has a job
where he has to design websites for certain people/companies. This
job takes up a lot of time, which is why it's been difficult to
maintain this site. The other reason (this is where I come in) is
that I've been gone for almost the whole holiday and after the
holiday I had to play two tournaments (tennis) in a row.
Anyway,
let try forget all of that. We are now recruiting members again, and
we thought that between 10 and 15 members would be perfect. I will
post this on our forum, so that you can give your opinion too.
Grtz,
Mike (-Stealthkiller-)
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Today
is the Days of Days:
6th of June 1944. We’re in one of the planes on the way
to Utah Beach. Everyone is nervous and terrified, including
myself. We have no idea what we're up for. We are nearing the
battle-field, and suddenly the plane next to us is shred apart by
hundreds of bullets. We are no where near our drop zone but
because our pilot is starting to panic (mainly because all the
planes around us are being shot out of the air) he gives us a sign
to jump. It's like hell, the deafening sound of gunshots,
aircraft going down and mates being gruesomely mutilated. The
jump that doesn't take longer than 2 minutes seems to be an endless
nightmare. Finally I reach the ground.
I lost most of my equipment during the fall and 
I'm many kilometres away from the drop zone.
I hear footsteps behind, and to my surprise it's
one of my mates, what a relief! We rush to a safe
spot, under some trees. Behind us we hear
gunshots, once again. We wait for them to reload,
run past, and enter the woods, the beginning of a
big adventure.
After the war, the GunZ-patrol received honor for
completing the following missions:
Pipeline,
Mout McKenna, Bridge Crossing,
Urban Assault and Dusk.
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