Quick thinking and suppressive fire keep everyone alive.Īs we were landing for the second part of the mission, the other war journalists and I were told that the landing zone was too hot for us to follow the Marines for now. A stray bullet hit my friend Taras, one of the other reporters, and after waiting for a lull in the firefight we crawled our way to a trench where Marines were treating their wounds. For the next several minutes, I focused on peeking out of my cover to try and capture footage of the Marines and the Insurrectionists while deafening cracks of gunfire and never-ending shouts overwhelmed my hearing. The deafening cracks of gunfire and never-ending shouts were overwhelming.Įventually, we ran into the Insurrectionist's primary defensive line, and I immediately hit the dirt and the army crawled my way out of the line of fire as Marines called out targets, patched themselves up, and created foxholes with entrenching tools. I watched as what I assumed were the Insurrectionists' scouts fell to deadly crossfire while a supporting UNSC Hornet aircraft flew overhead, providing our unit with air cover as we continued deeper into the thicket.
The sharp staccato of gunfire began to ring throughout the trees, indicating that the Marines had encountered the Insurrectionists. I and the other reporters in the group disembarked shortly afterward, keeping our cameras trained on the forest ahead as we kept pace with the soldiers. Immediately, over a dozen fully armed and armored troopers exited the Pelican and began to sprint towards a nearby treeline, scanning the woods for targets.
"Go, go, go!" the player leading the UNSC Marines I was with barked over the whirr of the Pelican dropship's engines.
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