Saturday, May 24
TO END ALL WARS

A WWI Paintball scenario from Cabin Creek
and Jonathan “Old Crow” Foust
Saturday May 24th from 10:00-6:00

The fog and smoke of the battlefield drifted lazily over the trenches as Colonel Knight looked through his glasses at no-man’s-land. The tangle of barbed-wire and abates seemed to stretch out forever as he scanned the enemy’s trenches. German helmets with their cruel spiked tops popped above the wall here and there as they tried to gage their opponent’s intent.

For weeks, the stalemate continued outside of the small village of San Lorraine. Both armies had maneuvered and dug trenches, occasionally popping out to kill one another and be killed, finally both sides had settled into their muddy graves, waiting for the death that must inevitably come to one and all.

Col. Knight had received word from headquarters that today at 9:00 AM there would be a great artillery barrage. After the shelling stops, so his orders state, he is to advance his command into the woods at the army’s right and try to hit the enemy in their flanks. He has been advised that the possibility is good that the Germans have gas rounds in their arsenal and the intent to use them. Summoning up all his British courage, Col. Knight passed the orders on to his men.

At 9:00 AM, the sky around General Von Groetsch turned to fire. Half of the rounds that the British artillery were firing fell harmlessly in the quagmire of black mud and barbed-wire in front of the trenches. The other half, however, were churning up great chunks of the German trenches. The soldiers of the Kaiser had long since taken up refuge in their underground bomb-proofs, but the trenches where they were previously housed were becoming great craters in the storm of lead and iron that the British had unleashed.

General Von Groetsch, a distinguished military man from a long line of distinguished military men, stroked his long handlebar moustache and thought for a moment. This barrage could only mean that soon the Brits would clamor out of their trenches and once more charge the German lines.

“Orderly!” he called. “Alert the machinegun crews to be ready to man their guns the moment the shelling stops.”

“Yavol, mein general!” the orderly barked with a sharp salute.

Von Groetsch knew that soon the Doughboys would swarm towards his position, and when they did he wanted to make sure that they were waiting with a wall of machineguns and poison gas. If they charged him today they would charge into their deaths.

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