A victory that felt like a fail - last night, WaW, Port-en-Bessin. About 35 people online, and I'm on the German team. My squad and most of our team are getting terrorized by a Sherman camping out at the church flag. We lost and retook Church several times, but the Sherman was always nearby, and getting a ton of kills. Someone Geballted it but it was only wounded, and it got repaired and soon returned to camp at the Church.
I'd had a few drinks and amused myself by wondering who was going to be the hero that finally took out that damn Sherman, because we were seriously fast approaching 30 minutes of the same tank, destroying our chances of defending church and the tank itself had enough inf cover no one could get near it. The Germans were doing a great job at holding the flag, and retaking it when they lost it, but there was no way we were winning that round until someone took out that Sherman. The faust in the trench was always gone and the guys trying to use it died before they could get the shot off. In my rum-soaked brain I was laughing at how whoever it was that got rid of this Sherman was going to have his name written in stone in WaW history. I'd killed a few British inf but we were being pinned down by Bren carriers near the Sherman who was just north east of the church, when I remembered the faust at Shipyard.
I ran through the field, and luckily the faust there spawned just as I was approaching the box it's on. I grabbed it, headed back through the fields, and dove down into the trench. Prone, I crawled along the trench, heading north, and reached the part where the trench heads off left towards the church and widens in a sort of cul-de-sac. I switched from rifle to faust, because I could hear the Sherman's engine and its MG clattering away. Quick look around and I stood up, crouching, and saw the Sherman. It had been firing into the church from the east, but it was reversing slowly. The tank was much further away from me than I had expected, and I wasn't at all convinced the faust could reach it. I got as close as I could without leaving the trench, stood up, went into ironsights, aimed a good 2-3 times higher above the tank than the height of the tank itself, lead it just a little bit (it was still reversing), and fired.
My faust flew through the air and hit the Sherman in the tracks; barely a foot further away from me, and the tank would've been fine. My faust would have fell to the ground harmlessly between myself and the Sherman, but it was just inches close enough and I got the trajectory perfect. I hit right on two of the small wheels nearest the front of the tank. If I had been one meter farther away in-game, I wouldn't have hit it. Finally, that fucking Sherman was down, and I was feeling proud of myself. I hadn't done much that round, but I had managed to do what my entire team had failed to do for over 20 minutes. And no one cared. I typed 'Sherman down' into teamchat, and no one said a word. We capped church, the inf could now move up, the Bren carriers nearby were easily overwhelmed, and no one said anything. The only acknowledgement of my incredible victory was someone in my squad on his mic said about a minute later 'Oh, did somebody get that Sherman?, as if he was asking whether anyone knew if it was going to be sunny tomorrow.
I don't say this as a complaint, quite the opposite - serves me right for expecting blowjobs
. True heroes desire neither notoriety nor recognition. It just made me laugh in game last night and even more now, I thought it was pretty funny. That round was really, really close last night but it went on for so long we eventually just called it a draw with 200 tickets left for both sides and went and did Vossenack.