Monday, June 06, 2005

Medal of Honor Pacific Assault

Holy shit dude, where did all those Kates and Zeros come from?!?!!! In acknowledgement of A) How cool this game is and B) All you folks in my Grandparents generation who lived it I say.... Wow. Everyone who knows me knows I'm a little weird about my obession with WWII. This game is about as real as I suppose it's possible to get. I quit tonight stuck on the USS Arizona (and we all know how that wound up) firing blindly at anything with a meatball on it's wing after being burned in my fight to the flight deck. Nothing like having a dive bomber in your sights (and you in his) just as your .50 overheats and you're beating out the flames on your dress whites. I've spoken with more than a few WWII (and other war) vets in my time, and very few really want to talk about combat. I imagine this is why. What can you say? If a shitty simulator freaks me out this much, imagine what is was like to be a twenty-something kid living it. I despise war as much as any thinking person should (and I have a particular malice towards our latest fiasco. The definition of military failure is letting politicians plan strategy) but my salute goes out to those of you who did it because you had to. I've bought a round for WWII, Korean, Gulf War and Vietnam vets. If you're a soldier back from this bullshit, the first one's on me.

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