I'm right at the flank, as usual. Least likely to contact in this situation. Good...don't want to have to prone quickly with this radio junk on my back.

Funny things you see when you're right at the edge of the group. You see your buddy, the guy next to him, and then suddenly no one. The camouflage works really well at that distance.

Also, you're looking sideways, instead of front, to make sure you're keeping pace with the sergeant. Too fast, and the guy behind you hits you in the back when the bullets are flying.

Rather, blanks. Still packs a punch, and a hell lot of dirt. I'm gonna have to scrape this barrel out when we get back.