And from FReeper llB3 on a similar, previous thread...
How about: Blue helmets in the treeline - in some deadspace on my range card.....so I grab the clacker for the Claymores sending most of them to whatever Hell they believe in. Giggling to myself, I watch with glee as those who survived the initial mines immediately dashed out of the woods, unaware of my location. Directly into my line of fire, thank you. Catching the pig before its' belt ran out, I clipped another one on as the screams begin to die down. A few more minutes go by, and I can go down and double tap anything that is still breathing. I sure as hell hope that this bunch had better rations than the last platoon through here. Oh well, at least they didn't use any of their ammo - which I can certainly use. There will be more of them coming to find these. Almost as though Koffi was sending presents!