Schmeckltime in Carentan

Hi. I'm Mister Schmeckl. I'm an American soldier in WW II in the game known as Call of Duty.

I'm feeling angry. Has this happened to you, too?

I'm trying to stay alive. Luckily, I've killed a couple Germans without getting killed myself. Love that BAR.

I've now stealthily crept inside a building with a good second floor window.

Stealthily crept, with a BAR, you know what that means, right? You move like you're wading through molasses.

Well, I get to my perch inside the building at the window, finally. I'm super quiet. Nobody knows I'm here. Well, at least nobody alive knows I'm here.

I'm careful to make no noise in order to avoid drawing attention to myself.

Wait! What's that??

Oh, it's my teammate coming to join me in the same spot. BUT, he's jumping around. He's so freakin loud that the whole darn world can hear him. In fact, when he gets nice and close to me, he changes weapons a few times and jumps a couple more times, just in case he hasn't made enough noise.

Now, I'm mad. He's going to ruin my secret spot.

Hmmmm, what's that new noise I hear? Oh, I know. It sounds like the pin pulled from a German grenade.

Oh, cool, the graphics are kinda neat. It looks like something just flew in the window next to me.

BOOM!!!! I'm dead.

Thanks for nothing, teammate!!!!