June 6, 1944
D-Day
The sounds of gunfire and bombs fill the air. You look to your left only to see a German plane sweep by your landing craft, strafing it with machine gun fire. Before you know it your craft has been overturned and as you struggle to gain your sense of direction, you notice bullets whiz by, leaving a bubble-filled trail in their wake. After you make it to shore, you notice other soldiers fighting their way to shore as well. You hear a familiar voice yelling for you. It is your Squad leader. He tells you to make it to shore and help cover your squad's thrust to the beachhead. As you run across the beach, explosions erupt all around you - sending sand billowing into the already foggy air. As the smoke clears, you see your fellow soldiers - some friends, some you never knew - lying on the sandy shore of the beach. Some are injured and cry out for your help, for others - it is already too late.
No, this is not the opening to Hollywood's newest WWII epic or a firsthand account of the D-Day invasion. These are the opening scenes of Medal of Honor: Frontline.
Everything about Frontline is epic. Whether you're storming Omaha Beach, running through a bombed out European town or traipsing across the windmill dotted fields of Holland, the quality of the visuals does an incredibly good job of pulling you in. A more frequent complaint I have heard about Frontline's graphics (mostly from Xbox/GC fanboys) has been the grainy, blurry look of the game. While this can easily attributed to, and is most likely an unfortunate effect of the PS2's limited texture ability, I enjoyed it. I thought it only added to the effect of a war-torn Europe. If you had bombs going off at all times over your city, as well as the biggest war in the history of mankind in your backyard, everything around you would have the same blurry, dirty look as well.
To add to the game's visual splendor, the ambient sounds of war fill the air as a fully orchestrated soundtrack plays in the background. It is just one of those things you have to hear to believe, but trust me - there is something really cool about walking through a quiet, abandoned town and hearing machine gun fire or planes in the distance.