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We got some news back from Moscow. They said that we now hold the world record for sinking the largest ship by submarine. Moscow also sent us south, we were to chase away the carrier fleets. They said we were the only submarine quiet enought to get close, fire, and escape....intact.
 
The allies fired their missiles from a long distance, striking down a most of the North Korean fighters.
 
"It's ok. We just got word that the Japanese have engaged the North Koreans over North Korean airspace. The Russians aren't doing much. And the Algerian invasion is going well. We've established a beach head."

Speaking of which:

"They're falling back!" There was cheer among the men. The Algerians were leaving with haste. But along the battlefield lie body's and shell casings. The smell of smoke from MG3 barrels. The onslaught was over,...... for now.
 
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The allied fighters then split up to engage the remaining North Korean fighters.

Out of Game: I have to go now, bye
 
"It's ok. We just got word that the Japanese have engaged the North Koreans over North Korean airspace. The Russians aren't doing much. And the Algerian invasion is going well. We've established a beach head."

Speaking of which:

"They're falling back!" There was cheer among the men. The Algerians were leaving with haste. But along the battlefield lie body's and shell casings. The smell of smoke from MG42 barrels. The onslaught was over,...... for now.

You cant use the MG42 omega....namely because I have something even better for you:
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It is the MG3 made in Germany.

To compare it to the MG42 is like comparing the M1 Garand to the M14.

The MG3 is a modernized and modified MG42, fitted with superior metals, a superior feed system. etc.

:DThis my friend is one of the few LMG's out there that is worthy of taking on the MG42's legacy. Enjoy.
 
OUT OF GAME: Edited. Nice picture. It even looks like the 42. Now that's a machine gun! :D
 
Backstory: My parents were poor farmers from a remote village deep in the heart of San Salvador. They were killed in a raid by goverment troops. I became a freedom fighter to rid my country of these imperialists dogs. My fighting has made me known throughout the region and I have been called to Venezuela to head their armies. My name is General Jose Perez Salazar.

We have heard rumblings about North Koreas aggresive troop movements. My presidente has ordered our troops into the fields in preperation to help our comrades in their cleansing of the capitalists scum from Korea and elsewhere.

We have now heard of a great victory by our comrades and the sinking of an assault carrier owned by the japanese.

The presidente has called me to his office in Caracas. "Welcome General Salazar. I assume you know why you are here?" "It has something to do with the global conflict, si?" "Si. You are a very bright man. I am meeting today with the heads of El Salvador, San Salvador and Cuba about a possible alliance. I would like you to stand by my side, Amigo." "It would be an honor."

Later that day the meeting began. "My friends, now is the time to strike. To unite all of South America under Communism." "How would this be done?" "My friend General Salazar will show you. General?" "Right. Through combined forces we take Columbia. Next we move on Chile, then eventually Peru. Once all of South America is ours, we head for Central America, and we take Pananama. After that we begin the long fight for Mexico." "And what about America?" "We don't have the forces for that, yet." "So what do you say?" "Let's do it."
 
We had just pulled into the covered dockyard. We were surfaced and ready for our break. We got shore leave for a week to resupply the Dimitriy. We were expecting maybe some captain or maybe even an admiral outside to great us. We openned up the hatch and were stunned. There was a whole mob of people out there clapping. We even saw the new leader of the country applauding with a smile on his face. I started climbing down the ladder from the mast and stepped onto the hull. My crew was starting to disembark through doors on the hull and our mouths were gaping. We could see flashes from cameras going off, fighter planes were performing overhead. It was insane.

We finally got onto the dock and stopped, I was approached by the head of the communist party Gorchev was his name. He was smiling and it was infectious, my crew had dumb smiles on all our faces and were laughing and waving to this audience. The president shook my hand, THE PRESIDENT, Gorchev, he told me that the entire crew was getting a presidential unit citation in honor of our accomplishments, that was the highest award a unit of any kind can achieve. He even told me in between laughs and smiles that I was going to get the order of St. Andrew, I swore he was joking, Im no hero Im just a submariner, and I just chuckled. But than some colonel walked up with a velvet case with the medal of order of Saint Andrew the first apostle first called (OOC: man that's a long name for a medal, but it is real) I was stunned, so was the crew around me...

I can safely say that we all thought the same thing "this is going to be the longest week ever."

There were flashes from cameras, movie recorders, military police, newspaper reporters asking questions. I was flabbergasted.
 
I later learned because of the medal I was to be promoted to rear admiral from captain, and I still kept command of the Dimitriy. I managed to get most of my bridge officers and those of my crew that deserved it promotions. I managed to get Borei promoted from commander to captain.
 
Alarms blared throughout U-Base. "What is it?" "There is a Russian oil tanker about three miles out. They must not find this base, at all costs!" "Roger sir! U-1138 will handle it." Moments later U-1138 was on an intercept course with the tanker.
 
awww

In game:

We had our leave cut short. We were re armed and were told to hunt down the ally's carrier fleets and sink any carriers.

And with a cheerful goodby the Dimitriy sank once more, into the depths. This submarine, my crew, me, what dead things, we come alive long enough to do our duty, and than we must die...again.
 
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