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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: wolfman11243 on December 21, 2010, 05:55:23 PM
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Jamie Wolf was sitting in the slightly rocking huey as it was creeping above the rainforest of Vietnam. His head was full of images. His mother crying and telling him to look after himself, his father tapping him on the shoulder, the house dissapearing in a cloud of dust, the first days at Parris Island, his letters home... A strong jolt pulled him from his memories. Rain was tumbling on the sides of the helicopter. Everyone else in the passenger section looked listless and exhausted. The wounded were making him sick, the war was making him sick, the smell of blood and sweat made him sick. Jaime had it. days and days of doing the same thing. Pick up the wounded, pack 'em into the chopper and fly them ro the nearest M.A.S.H. unit. Every time some poor soldier or civilian was hauled aboard their chopper he would look at their wounds and say "Now i've seen everything". But he didn't. Far from that, he would see a lot more then "everything". Another shudder tore him from his thoughts. Slowly raising his M-16 he reloaded it. 16 kills he had. 16 souls were sent to the far beyond by Jaime Wolf, their judge, jury and executioner. He was to deeply into his toughts to realize that they weren't too far from Bai Lan and it's hospital. The helicopter landed on the dirt helipad slowly and safely. Teams of medical staff came running to the pad. The wounded were put on jeeps and the chopper took off. Jaime was standing on the helipad as his tail and ears were ruffled by the wind created from the rotor. Slowly he walked over to his tent placing his rifle on his shoulders. The tent door swung open. Jaime's fur and clothes were drenched with water.
"Goddamn 'Nam rain! Every day it's the same thing!" He uttered as he removed his jacket only to find out that his shirt was wet as well.
As he was putting on a clean shirt he heard his tent roomie Hornster waking up. "Whozzit?" he yawned.
"it's me. No need to get up and out of bed!" Jaime said opening himself a beer. "Wanna have a cup of coffe? It'll warm me up and give you the jolt you need to continue being awake for the rest of the day."
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"dam tower duty." max stood in the tower rain dripping through the roof. he looked through the scope of his rifle, hoping that he wasn't the one on duty when Charlie decided to come knocking. "hay Dave, how much longer till i can get outta here?" "in about five!." called a tall dog standing in the tower on the other side of the gate. "and by the way when we get back i call first shower." "you gotta get there first." said the lizard shouldering his rifle as a helicopter full of injured troops flew overhead. "poor saps, lucky we're not in there." he said looking up at the chopper.
a few minutes later the two were laughing and running through the camp towards their tent, they both got there simultaneously, now covered in mud from when they had tripped each other over on the way. they were still laughing when they started to get ready for a shower when they saw a guy they hadn't seen around much in his tent for a change. max, still happy as ever, called across to the strangers roommate who he and Dave had met before. "hay hornster! not another late one? and who's the roomie?"
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"Guys, this is Jaime. He's the one who wanted out of that officers tent." said Hornster "Beats me why. They get more nurses!"
"Nah, they don't" replied Jaime "That's just a myth. Those guys are stuck up army assholes. Believe you me, every morning I had to go trough an inspection! IN MY OWN TENT!"
"Is it just me or are you stressed out?" Max asked
"I've been running chopper duty for two days now. Of course i'm stressed! Plus, every day it's raining! Arrgh, I can't take it anymore!" Jaime said as his head hit the pillow on his bunk
"Well have fun you guys!" said Dave "I'm having a...phyisical with a nurse in about 10 mins."
Dave ran out. Hornster pulled in an old table and threw some old playing cards on it.
"Anyone for a game of poker?"
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"yea I'll play. and as for the rain your in luck, the rainy season if supposed to end by the end of the week." max smiled walking across the gap between the tents, using his shirt at an umbrella before throwing it back into his tent. "so whats the game?"
Dave rounded a corner and walked into the deserted shower block. he walked in and started to shower when another soldier walked in. "oh sorry, i thought it was empty." the young cat started to walk away when Dave grabbed him by the shoulder. "come on in. theres no reason we both cant use this room" (the room is a good 20m X 20m tent with round pillars that have shower heads on the top.) he walked back to his spot and turned away so the kid wouldn't get self-consious.
((not to offend you or anything but when it comes to someone Else's characters, it's considered polite to ask first. I'm not to worried this time cos apart from the wording you did end up going along with what i would've done. but could just keep that in mind, trust me not everyone is as lackie Daisie as i tend to be about being polite and getting respect."))
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The tension in the tent was at peak hight. Jaime's eyes were going over his cards like typewriters in the times building. Max on the other hand seemed perfectly relaxed. Hornster was (as usual) completely out of it.
"C'mon you show first" Jaime said while kicking Hornster awake "And you'll get kicked onto the floor if you keep falling asleep"
"Poker aces" exclamed Hornster calmly "Read 'em and weep"
"That was half an hour ago, You'll play again next pot." Jaime responded "All right wise lizard man, your turn!"
((sry if I did anything to your carachters, i'm relatively new at this. I seriously didn't think that historic roleplay would catch on!))
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max looked at his cards calmly. "full house, jack high." he said throwing his cards down onto the table gently showing the three jacks and pair fives. "and you?" he continued watching Jamie smiling when a voice came over the speaker system."requesting bravo company and chopper crew to main command, repeat bravo and chopper crew to command." "sounds like we have somewhere to be." he sighed getting up and running back over to his tent to grab his rifle. "come on, you can tell me who won on the way."
((i decided that if we're in Nam e might as well go out on a 'routine' sweeper mission oh and quick question. have you ever played 'shellshock, Nam 67' its a pretty cool game about the war.))
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Jaime was struck by the rain and wind as he was running to tthe helipad. M16 at the ready he jumped into the open passenger compartment of the Huey. Hornster was already settled at the M60 with safety off. The noise of the rain combined with the rotor made one hell of a racket.
"Let's rock and roll!" he said while placing the belt of 7.62x17mm rounds into the chamber of the M60
"Baseplate 1 this is bird two we are green on helipad 3 waiting for Tango Charlie, over" said the pilot into the radio "How bout a bit of mood music, huh?"
Surfin' Bird started blasting out of the PA sistem in the chopper. Hornster was as cool as a winter breeze despite the loud horror that was unfolding around him. Even tough Jaime couldn't see anything but he anyway shouldered his m16 and put the safety off. The Huey dusted off. Base camp was getting smaller and smaller. Soon they would be unleashing hell upon unsuspecting VC troops.
"You ready lizard man?" asked Hornster
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"ain't i always? lets go mess with these mind f**kers. and did you hear about the last group they sent out? pungi traps messed 'em up good." "just keep your eyes peeled for RPG's, i don't feel like that kind of landing today." said Dave called from across the chopper to the others including the cherry from earlier. "hey Dave, you gonna introduce your friend, or you keeping him to yourself." max joked moving over to the kid. "I'm max every one calls me spyper,, that's jack or spartan and Dix also known as meat puppet, there with us and those two are Jamie and hornster. welcome to bravo." he said pointing over to a leopard and tiger before pointing over to Jamie and hornster. "I'm mike, but everyone in training called me ticker. i specialise in defusing traps." "good to know, to bad we have to find than first." laughed Dix the tiger. "so wheres sarge? he never told us why we're out here. called jack looking out the door at the ground below. "he's in the other chopper, he, Freddy and Jason are going to meet us at touch down."
((yep, eight man squad. if you want when we touch down you can controle the three from the other chopper. it's up to you.))
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They were about 10 km from the LZ when it happened. The Huey was above a large clearing approx. 1 sq. km. in size. Dix spotted some movement in the fields first. about 5 seconds later utter hell broke loose. Bullets were screaming everywhere almost in perfect rythm with the rain. Hornster was eratically spraying bullets everywhere and at anything that showed even the slightest intention of moving. Dix and Max were busy trying to defent the left side of the chopper while Jaime was busy unjamming his M16.
"Baseplate, this is bird two. We are under heavy fire, i repeat we are under some heavy fire, do you copy, over?!" screamed the pilot into the radio. Some stray bullet hit the glass on the control panel. A bullet hit one of the rear fins and completely broke it off. Hornster was screaming something in the fashon of "Get sum!" while Jaime's thoughts wandered from saving his rifle to saving his own tail. Max and Dix were almost out of ammo.
Finally the pilot pulled the chopper from the edge of oblivion. They sped away.
"Well you guys, you have to remember one rule." said Hornster amazingly calm. He didn't notice that one of his antlers was slightly broken. "Anyone who runs is a VC, and anyone who stands still is a well disciplined VC!"
"Max, are you okay man?" asked Jaime "That was pretty intense back there!"
((To clear out species questions, Hornster is a deer, Jaime is a wolf. I know max is a lizard and that Dave is a dog.))
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"yea I'm fine, every one good?" "we are....our ride not so much." Dave said looking out the door to see all the damage. "good to go, just need ammo." "looks like tickers a little shaken but other than that nothing here." "where did the other chopper go?" all of bravo suddenly looked up and back just in time to see the helicopter hit the ground and break in half while rolling end over end before landing upside down in the long grass. "we have to go back for them!" "we cant it's way to dangerous!" "they would go back for you!!!" "your call Dave?" "the question is.....do you two feel like joining us on a suicide mission for our boss? he said turning towards Jamie and hornster.
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"Let's do this" said Jaime "I never liked our sarge, but we leave no man behind!" He then angrily Picked up his broken M16 and took a deep breath. The 20 round mag slid in with ease. A loud click indicated that the gun was indeed cocked and locked. With a single strong and determined pull Jaime unjammed the rifle. A split shell fell from the chopper and hit the ground.
"Hornster man, you better have some more ammo. Those g**k SOB's are gonna cash in their chips!" he said while the chopper made a wobbly right turn.
"That's the way i like my teammates!" said Hornster "Let's rock and roll!"
Jaime handed some ammo to Max and Dix "Last mags" he said "Make 'em count!"
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"will do." "now lets save our boss before he finds out we were considering otherwise." Dix laughed taking the ammo "pilot, put us down here, we'll go in on foot, jack and hornster stay in the chopper and give us what cover you can." "looks like another beautiful day in the wonderful sunny Nam, hay gunny? (gunny is Dave's nickname)" "stow it smart a*s"
((what are your characters nicknames for the war?))
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Jaime jumped out. The rest of the team followed. He slowly shouldered his M16 and put the safety off. The whole gun was drenched in thick mud and water due to the rain and hard landing. Jaime and the team knew that their guns would jam and become useless quickly due to the moist climate and the rains.
"We are sky king and you are fist bravo, over" said the pilot over the radio. "Copy that" replied Jaime "We are Oscar Mike Wiskey and en route to Bugbear, over and out"
The team moved cautiously to the clearing. Gunshots were echoing in the distance. Water was dripping off the trees and landing in the numerous puddles and temporary water holes with a loud spludge. Besides that the only sound was the teams footsteps and occasional flies. The gunshots grew louder.
"Small arms fire." whispered Dix "Charlie ain't got 'em yet!"
"Quiet everyone, Charlies are sneaky bastards" said Gunny "Hand signals only from now on!"
Jame signalled to Max "Point man" and then he signalled "Two guys, silent only"
((Jaime=Joker and Hornster is already a nick name because of his large horns.))
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Crowe opened his eyes and looked up. He saw the chopper hit the ground in the valley clearing across the field from his position. The rain splattered against the ground and both he and Styx were drenched. They had been left behind in Daa' Nang and had been walking for the past 2 days towards camp. "Damn." He looked back at the rattlesnake who only nodded upward in gesture. Crowe clicked on the radio but only got static. "They're no use, Crowe, it's fried. We NEED to get back to base." Styx said from behind him. Crowe looked at the radio then at the chopper. "We're going to check it out." The fox said boldly. Styx nodded back and signalled he would follow at his 6. The two of them raised their M60's while advancing toward the crash site quickly and quietly through the field. The fox suddenly stopped and Styx was quick to do the same. Crowe's ear twitched. Gunfire echoed in the distance.
Suddenly, gunshots tore up the ground around the two soldiers. "CONTACT TO THE WEST!!!" Crowe yelled. A bullet caught Styx in the shoulder causing him to scream and fall to the mud in pain. Crowe was quick to return fire into the forest where he thought the gunfire had came from. All he saw were dozens of muzzle flashes sending mud and grass high into the air around his position. "C'mon Styx! I got you!" He said, grabbing hold of the snake with his left hand while dragging him towards the chopper and firing the machine gun with his right. A bullet ripped through Crowe's left leg as he yelled in pain and dropped to the floor.
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Max silently approached the two VC's. Sweat was running down his neck and onto his shirt. He could hear his heart beating. He slowly raised his knife. Time seemed almost slowed. His thin lizard eyes were flashing at the thought of death.
One of the VC's suddenly moved his right ear. He heard something. It was now or never for Max. He had about two seconds to respond. The VC's tail started turning. Max swapped the knife to a stab and pull position. He jumped. The knife landed right above the VC's right lung. With a loud and bloody rip the knife slashed the fur and skin open. The VC screamed in the instant, almost burning agony. Small drops of blood were almost silently falling all over Max's shirt and dogtags. Blood was gushing from the VC's deep cut. With a second, perfectly timed strike, Max pulled the knife out of the first VC. The knife flashed again, but this time in the direction of the second VC. Stainless stell teeth ripped trough the temple of the second VC. He hit hard but he missed the killing spot. Instead the knife went trough the other VC's eye. The VC was on his knees and screaming. Blood was gushing from his disfigured eyeball. An almost endless river of blood and bone was pouring over the wet earth of Vietnam. Max pulled the knife from the VC's eye. In a flash, he turned the knife downwards. The VC screamed once again as Max ripped his back open. The VC was coffing and belching out bits of bone, organs and blood. In his death rattle he managed to squeal out three words:
"Kill...me, please"
Max pulled out his Colt M1911. He pulled the cock. He felt nothing as he put the gun to the VC's head. He felt nothing as he pulled the trigger. Blood and brain covered the gun. It was finished. The VC's were dead.
Max had commited the worst crime of all. He killed a man. This kill was different. It was cold. It was close. It was personal. But there were three casualties to this battle.
Max's humanity died that day. He became what the army wanted him to become all along. He became a murderer.
Max fell to his knees. It started raining again. He looked to the sky in desperation. It felt like he was all alone. 11000 kilometers from home. In a country that had no connection to his own, that was full of strangers who's language he didn't speak.
"War is hell" he uttered.
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max slowly turned around and looked at Dix. he started walking closer to the crashed Helli, looking for survivors. he looked inside and no one was there, they had all ether been thrown out in the crash or been captured. he, meat puppet and gunny searched the area but didn't find anything so they called down the chopper and climbed back on board. "nothing there, their gone." "looks like your in charge now gunny."
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"Oh and i hoped you'd find some charlie to strafe!" said hornster whilst leaning on his M60 "The only shot i fired was back in that rice paddy!"
Suddenly the chopper was hit by a sudden gust of wind. Three F4-II Phantoms flew low. The treeline to their left exploded in a huge ball of fire. People started to run out of the burning jungle. The were on fire. Some of them were throwing themselves to the ground in pain while the others just slowly walked out into the field where they died. It was all happening in slow motion. The smell of burning flesh and napalm. The sight of Hornster strafing the remaining survivors. The sound of the Huey slowly rocking over the Jungle. It was too much.
"WHY??!" Screamed Jaime "WHY ARE YOU KILLING THEM!?!? WHAT THE F*** HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU HORNSTER???!"
"Whoa, easy there man!" Said hornster and slapped Jaime "Calm down!"
Jaime fell back to his seat. Everyone was looking at him. "The f*** you looking at? I'm fine!" he said. Slowly he checked the ammo in the M16.
"You guys ready?" asked the chopper pilot "This is your drop location. Hornster, get your M60 and pile out!"
They landed in the field just ahead of the napalmed jungle. Slowly Jaime clambered out and the team followed. Hornster slung the ammo belt over his shoulder.
"Let's go. We've got a lot of ground to sweep and clear." said Max
Slowly he looked into the sky. His gray fur was covered in the slowly falling ash. No birds were heard. No voices. Just his footsteps and the slow crackling of the still burning jungle. Bodies were everywhere. The smell was indescribable: a mixture of burning fur and flesh with a pinch of napalm and Huey exhaust fumes. He wasn't worried. He knew that he had seen everything. The rest if the team was walking equally slow and unworried. There wasn't anything alive here but them. Any booby traps were destroyed, any tunnels were collapsed and had tuned into mass graves and any guerrilla encampments were effectively unrecognizable. They passed something that looked like a pile of corpses. It wasn't possible to count them since they turned into a river of brown-red liquid. Bones were the only things that had survived.
Bones were the only thing left...
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Dix walked past the pile of remains, unable to look away, he just kept walking. "you guys realise that if we hadn't stopped for sarge....we would have been in here about ten minutes ago....they napped this place three ago." he said over the sound of ticker vomiting from the smell. "sarge saved us, now lets find him and the others so we can repay the favour." doug said sounding the most serious the others had heard him since nam started.
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Jaime pulled out his map. After a short time of fumbling with it he pointed into the sun witch was setting behind the burned treeline.
"West."
"West what?" asked Hornster "You got lost again?"
"No no, you idiot, we are heading west. Apparently the largest encampment of the Cong is down the river. It's the only place of that size around here. Areal photos have been taken but the bombing had little success. They hear the bombers, run inside, we blow the base up but since everything is made mostly from bamboo and wood, they have the whole place up and running within hours."
"Why don't we nape 'em?" said the mildly aggravated Hornster "It worked here!"
"Because they are holding POW's out there as insurance"
"How does that help us find the Sarge?" asked Dix
" 'Cause it's the only place they could have taken him to." answered Jaime "And that's why we have to find some place to stay the night."
"Yep, night falls quickly in the Jungle" said Hornster "And we can't stay here, Cong would be swarming all over us within minutes. I suggest..."
"You suggest nothing, cause I'm in charge!" yelled Gunny
"All right mister "high and mighty" " said Hornster in a slightly mocking tone "Lead the f***ing way!"
((as you might have already noted, Hornster is an a******. But still, he's one of the finest deers when under fire.))
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"if we head into the long grass we should be able to make hidden shelters. none of you snore right?" gunny asked looking over at max knowing the answer. "let me guess, guard duty?" "you and who ever sleeps loudly will attract attention. so I'm going to set you up a few meters away from the others so that we stand a greater chance. and max, since you offered your on first watch."
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The team was making their way into the tall grass. Ticker was going first. Suddenly he stopped and raised his arm in a clenched fist. Silently he pointed downwards. A thin wire was glistening in the setting sun.
"What is it? Is it a trap?" asked Dix
"Yep, it is. It's a punji basket." answered Ticker. He pointed upwards to something that resembled a pineapple. it was suspended in a branch and covered in leaves. Jaime wouldn't have seen it unless he knew it was there. Ticker gestured over to Gunny. He gave Ticker a pair of wire-cutters.
"On the count of three. One, two... THREE!" whispered Ticker as he was cutting the wire. Ticker threw himself backwards just as the punji basket was hitting the ground.
"Whew, glad that's over!" said Hornster "Let's keep moving"
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"good work ticker, keep that up and we might make it out of here. well so much for no traps left... this just keeps getting better and better." he sighed patting ticker on the back then kicking the disarmed trap. "remember. don't touch anything you don't have to and for the love of got watch your step." gunny half ordered half sighed to the rest of the squad. "so what happen's if we fall into one of these things?" "this." called ticker squatting next to a hole just off the path. in the hole were three burns Vietnamese soldiers. "poor saps, so eager to get out of the fire they fell for their own trap."
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It was almost nightfall. Jaime had been nervous the whole day. The team was slowly walking trough the high grass. Thunders were heard in the distance. The grass was glistening and bending in the wind.
"If this wasn't 'Nam it would be almost beautiful. But then again this IS 'Nam. And knowing this place there might be traps in that beautiful grass." said Jaime
"From one s***-storm to another." Hornster said "If it weren't for sarge we'd be dead..."
"Can it!" said Gunny "Hear that?"
Someone was crying. It was coming form a few meters ahead.
"So, do we check it out?" Jaime asked Gunny
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"Dix take point, set up camp over there. joker your with me." he said quietly shouldering his M16 and leading Jamie towards the noise slowly while Dix took the others over to a section of long grass between thick trees. there was just enough room for them to lay down comfortably between the trees while hidden. "welcome to camp."
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Joker's and Gunny's boots were treading the grass. The crying was getting louder. Jaime raised his fist. Gunny stopped. Slowly Jaime pushed away the high grass. Behind it was a clearing the size of an average room. in the middle of the clearing there was a woman. A Vietnamese. She was just lying there, holding her guts in with an old basked lid. Half of her face and most of her left arm was burned. Maybe a foot from here there was something else... Something small and bloody...
"Oh...god..." said Jaime.
He dropped his gun and ran towards the woman. Tears were starting to run down his cheeks. He turned and his eyes followed the trail of blood. Jaime started to scream. He was short of breath. In a small puddle of blood there was a baby. A dead baby, it's head pierced by a piece of wood. Jaime crawled on his knees towards it. He picked it up and hugged it. Whilst he was rocking back and forth he looked up. "ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WHHHHYYYY?!?!?!?!" he screamed in agony. Jaime jumped up and ran to Gunny. He held him by his uniform collar.
"MED-EVAC!!!!" he yelled "We need a goddamn MED-EVAC!"
Blood trails...
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a single gun shot rang out behind Jamie, Doug stood with his eyes closed and Jamie's hands around his collar. "it's the most humane thing to do. her injuries might have healed but the pain will never go away. it was eather let her sleep now or curse her to relive this night every time she closed her eyes as i shall every see every atrocity i have and will commit in this god forsaken land......let's bury them and get back to the others..." he said shrugging off Jamie's grip, obviously hating what he had been forced to do to be kind. "don't be surprised if the suicide rate goes up as this meat grinder of a war gets longer."
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Jaime and Gunny were slowly walking back to camp. Jaime was trying to lite a cigarette with his shaking hand. It was almost completely dark. A hand appeared form the dark with a lighter. It was Hornster. He was on patrol. Hornster looked almost the same as always with his M60 slung around his neck together with some ammo belts. Jaime looked up to him and lit his cigarette. In the faint light form the flame he could see scratch-marks on Hornster's M60 and the writing on his helmet. It said "I have become death..." together with a bunch of rounds attached to his helmet belt. Jaime's sight dropped as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Got...any shovels?" asked Jaime "We...need to bury...someone."
Hornster's tiny deer eyes shone in the moonlight. He turned without a word and walked away. He came back a few seconds later holding two dirty field shovels.
"Here ya go, man. The boys just finished digging up camp and Max is on the far side next to the loud sleeper area pushing guard duty. Are you a loud sleeper?"
Jaime took the shovels and said "I snore." He then turned away and went to the clearing...
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gunny silently went to work digging the grave next to the woman, using her body to measure how big to make the hole. he didn't say a word until he and Jamie finished digging and even then all he said was "let's bury them quickly, so no charlie find her and the kid." he spoke coldly, as if the very act was eating away at him. he looked down at one of his now dirt covered hands, he pulled a small ring off his finger and looked at it carefully. rather than putting it back on his finger he put the ring into one of his pockets, obviously not feeling like he deserved to wear his own wedding ring.
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Jaime finished the burial. He put the shovel onto his shoulder and silently looked down onto the graves. His sight rolled over to Gunny. He didn't seem shaken. Even if he was Gunny was hiding it well. Jaime put his arm onto Gunny's shoulder.
"C'mon man. You had to do it. She...she would have died anyway, right?" asked Jaime "It was the only thing humane..."
"Whatever helps you get to sleep at night." said Gunny and walked to camp
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max layed between two branches in a tree when he saw the others sliding into their makeshift beds ((the idea for which i got out of the movie kokoda)) and gunny and joker walking over. "every things set here 'boss man' i'll wake you up for your shift later. go get some sleep, you need it. and i hope you don't mind but the boys and i renamed you till we find sarge, sweet dreems boss man. "i'll get you all later." looking forward to it." he joked as boss man walked over to the other camp and sliped into his bed after giving max the finger. max just made an imiteted cat sound "meow. your spot's just over there, i'll be in the spot next to you. but first your on guard duty with me and dix, so find some where nice to sit cos there's not much else to do." spyper said moving a branch to reveil a free spot in the tree. "you coming up or you got somewhere better?"
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"lets go guys" said jaime "the sooner we find the tunnels the sooner we find sarge."
the patrol walked out of the makeshift campsite. Hornster tipped his helmet as a sign of saying bye.
"outta sight outta mind." said jaime "lets hope that idiot dosen't do something stupid."
boss man took the lead.
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max started to sing quietly, it was a walking joke in the squad that would raise their moral. "i'v got, high hopes. i'v got high hopes." dix pushed him over and the group laughed as max got back up. "thanks, i don't know much more of that song anyway." he laughed as the mood lightened. "so, where exactly is this camp? cos i'm not sure how much longer we can last, or how much longer the sarge will be alive"
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"The tunnels are west of here." said Jaime "we should send one man in while the rest of us go topside."
The moonlight illuminated Jaime's fur. He could see flashes of light coming from some of the treetops to the south.
"Those lights don't belong to a christmas tree." He said and pointed towards them "The 1st ARVN battalion together with the 7th armored and 8th MACV infantry division are attacking the city of Hue, meaning that most of the G**** are busy fighting over there. We should expect minimal resistance."
Two Phantom jets flew above. The treeline with the lights dancing above it exploded in a mass of napalm and white phosphorus.
"And i guess that the brass dosen't even know were here." said Boss Man "We're in for one hell of a night!"
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"why do we always get the sh*t jobs....? i mean is it to hard to ask for a milk run every now and then?!?!" "yes, now shut it you meladramatic." "what did you..!" "this is a milk run. i over heard the comander talking about the full operation, this is one of the more 'out of the way' black ops missions. we should all go down there. dix and i'll take point if you want, cos i'm good with traps and dix is good with hand to hand combat and we're going to encounter both in there." "sound good to you two?" doug asked turning to joker and hornster casualy.
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"All right, we'll go topside." said Jaime handing them CB radios "Report in every now and then. The tunnels are unmapped so be careful."
The team pressed on, stopping only shortly to look at the burning treeline and Hue, that was becoming visible as the jungle burned down. It was a windless and pretty cold night, but nothing different from the rest. Hornster was walking as slow as always. Jaime was a little twitchy and shaken up. The things he saw today were the worst he saw to date. He kept telling himself "Now i've seen everything...". But he knew he didn't. Jaime hated Hornster but also had a dose of respect for someone who can get trough the horror of the Vietnam war unscaved.
Suddenly Jaime heard a click underneath his feet. He slowly dropped his sight. A small mess of metal glistened in the flames. IED. Jaime knew it was over before it had begun. A lone tear started running down his cheek. He gestured to the others to move away.
"Ticker, can you please help me?" he said in a shaky voice "Please, help me..."
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ticker began working on the explosive. "good news and bad news, good news is that this thing is simple, and i'll be done in a second." "and whats the bad news?" "i'n all liklyhood the small metalic device under it is another explosive. jame this is going to sound crazy but when i say now.....i want all of you to run as fast as you can dack the way we came, no reason we should all die if i mess this up." he slowly slid a knife under jamie's boot, refusing to listen to a word of reason, even when it agreed with him. "go on, take your foot of carefully and go, i'll be fine!!"
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Jaime sprang up and ran for it. The rest scattered off into all other directions and hit the deck. Jaime's ear listened out.
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as soon as the others left ticker smirked and looked down at the knife "who am i kiding? theres a 90% chanse that the others wont like what they see when they get back.....time to pass that final exam, of fail miserably.....again" he slid a smaller knife under the first explosive and disactivated it carefully. "one down one to go." he slidthe second knife under the explosive and slid it out careful to not set off the second. he put down the mine and heard a small 'click' he turned back to the hole just in time to hear the another small click as the iner mechinisms of the second explosive launched a small cylender into the air. he quickly reacted and swated the cylender miliseconds before it detinated, now on it's side in the air, it launched 2mm small ballbearings in a 360 radious, spraying the ground, the trees on eather side of ticker, the sky and tickers left leg and arm. he screamed out in pain as a hundred small metal balls shot through his limbs.
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Jaime got up and ran towards ticker who was sitting in a pool of blood on the ground. His left arm was almost completely gone. He didin't have much. His leg was bleeding heavily and his chest was hit as well. "Oh, god, no..." said Ticker. The blood inside his lungs was producing a gurgling sound. Jaime noticed someething. Ticker tried to get to his helmet. It had a picture attached, most likely of his wife. He managed to reach for it. Ticker's face pulled into a smile. His blood covered teeth were visible in the darkness. He handed the picture to Jaime. "Give this to my wife when I die, the adress is on the back of the picture..." He then passed out.
"Medevac! WE NEED A GODDAMN MEDEVAC!!!!" yelled Jaime "Hornster! Drop that M60 and dial Bai Lan!!"
"No dice man! They're too busy assaulting Hue to get to us!" said Hornster
Jaime sprung up and got Hornster by his collar. "Listen to me you A******! We are gonna get Ticker out of here even if I have to carry him with my bare f****** hands!!!"
Ticker was flashing in and out of conciousness. Hornster turned towards boss man.
"Get Dix over here and dial the damn base!"
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dix called for a medivac while the others ether atended to ticker or sat around the edge of the small area, to emotional to even look at him. a heli arived and picked up ticker on it's way back from dropping off troops. "what are you guys doing out this far? the rest of the army's moving the west. when you lot need pickup contact base and i'll meet you here, ok?" "got it! and i wish i knew." as ticker was loaded into the heli he gave a small grin and gave a thumbs up with his remaining arm. "keep your selves in one peice." the heli left the group in silence no one cracking any jokes, nothing to lighten the mood, just quiet.
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They started moving ahead, the only things lighting up the darkness were the flames and the occasional flare. Suddenly someone spoke. It was vietnamese. Ambush. Tahnkfully the team spotted them first.
"Shhh...Hear that?" asked Dix "G****, in the bushes. Let's f*** 'em up"
The team assebled over at a small log. Moments later utter hell broke loose. MG fire was coming out of the bush. Rockets were flying past the team. Jaime was firing semi-auto while Hornster opened up. Blazing red rounds were falling out of his MG.
"YOU WANT WAR?! I GOT YOUR WAAAAAAARRR!!!!" he screamed
"RPG!! TAKE COVER!!!" yelled boss man "WE NEED TO FLANK THEM!!! JAIME, SPYPER GET AROUND THEM. WE'LL KEEP 'EM OFF 'YA!"
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"yes sir."spyper ran around wide, joker right behind him. they set up in a small secrion of long grass. max sniper rifle firing every few seconds, slowly clearing out charlie's nests. "headshot, next target?" was all he asked between shots he wasn't really talking to anyone but was used to having a spoter covering but thistime joker was the best he could get seeing as his spoter was now his commanding officer.
the others split up and formed a line behind cover, shooting any charlie that they could without getting hit.
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"Three of them behid that log. One's got an RPG." said Jaime and pointed towards it "F*** 'em up!"
Spyper fired several rounds from his M1A. Jaime took his M16 out and started firing shot-by-shot. One VC fell down motionessly, and the other spun around himself before hitting the wet jungle floor. They were too busy to notice Hornster getting up and running towards the nearest bunker. Hundreds of rounds were already fired form his M60. The barrel was glowing red-hot. Hornster took cover behind another log and gestured towards the rest.
"Advance, advance! C'mon we haven't got all night!!"
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the others followed hornster, not necicarily because it was a smart idea but because he had the biggest gun in the firefight
max lined up two targets and fired, the round flew through the first targets left ear and out his right before flying through the second targets right eye and finding a third targets left knee and right wrist while reloading. "we're almost clear, just a few more and we're done." he said to himself more than jamie.
dix saw the triple shot and jumped the tree trunk the three hed been hiding behind, he quickly disposed of the third charlie soldier and took cover while the others followed him over the tree trunk and into better cover.
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Hornster reloaded. He slung the ammo belt into the chamber and pulled the cock. A loud click was heard. Within seconds he was unloading upon another firing position.
"Move up, I'll keep thise Sh**heads supressed!!" he said "The entrance to the tunnel complex is just behind this hill!"
The team moved up and reloaded their rifles.
"I'm almost out!" yelled Jaime "We better call down a chopper for resupply!"
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"better idea, i'll hold here, you go with the others and if you have to grab one of charlies ak's and tell the others to do the same. i'll meet you all at the entrance when this sh*tstorm is over!" spyper called while reloading his rifle and putting it back over his shoulder. he handed joker a few of his spare clips and smiled calmly. "see you on the other side." he moved off in the other direction, towards the cave with his M16 ready.
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Jaime saw spyper dissapear into the tunnels. He turned to the others and threw Dix the CB radio.
"Hey, radioman! Check the signal!" said Jaime "We need to see wether it's is good enough!"
Hornster turned holding two MG's and twice the ammo.
"Hey look what I got! Now I can kill twice the amount of VC I usually do!" he said lifting an M60 and RPD at the same time "Plus 3000 rounds of 7.62 NATO and WP belt-fed! Those F****** G**** are history man, HISTORY!!!"
"Showboater" said Boss Man "How are you going to carry all that stuff?"
"One in my hands and one on my back!" replied Hornster and gave a psycho smile
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max slowly cerpt through the tunnel with his silenced pistol. he shot a VC in the back of the head and grabbed his ak. he threw a glowstick back to show the others which way to go before continuing.
dix started working the radio, eventualy finding a signal, a weak signal but a signal none the less. he looked up and smiled laughing a bit whe he saw hornster and his guns. "i wonder if your as tough without the belt feeders."
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"We're going topside while you go down after Max." said Jaime and hadned hornster a S&W Hush Puppy with silencer and some ammo "Be careful and for god sakes don't get killed!"
"What is this, a toy?" asked Hornster whilst playing with the S&W "And why the hell does it have that tube thingy?!"
"it's called a silencer you dope and you have it because we don't want you to go deaf!" replied Jaime "Now shut up and go after Max!"
Hornster dropped his M60 and RPD and took of his ammo belts. He coontinued staring at his S&W in pure disbelief. He just shrugged and went over to the tunnel. He barely fitted his horns into the tunnel. Jaime turned to Boss Man
"Let's go! We got some work to do!" he said and took out his map. both of them wandered of into the blacknes of the night.
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max was waiting for the others, he was ready to go up a small ladder into a VC bunker when he heard hornster complaining. he moved closer and signaled the two over to where he was. "charlie's got a gunner nest, six of 'em are ub there, two on turrents the others all have ak's, what should we do?"
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"Have you got a phosphorus grenade?" asked Jaime over the CB "If so then throw one up there"
Jaime's forehead was thick with sweat. He didn't know where the VC have a gunners nest and whether it was close to their current position.
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"no but i have something that might work..." he grabbed out a flare and two grenades and quickly tied them together before throwing it up without the pins. in seconde there was a blinding flash and screaming as the explosive went off leaving the nest clear. max walked over to the turrent andlooked out the opening as jamie came into view. "hay joker, look over to your left. hi"
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"Quit messing with my mind and get to the objective!" said Joker "We can screw around later!"
Joker continued walking. His M16 was dirty, and he knew that it wouldnt be long until it jammed again. Boss Man tapped him on the shoulder and Max took out his small flashlight. The tiny flickering light shone onto the map. The were staright on target.
"Alright, we're not far!" said Jaime "Take point!"
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"fine, just be carefull. there's a map here that shows that this vally is covered in hidden bunkers and booby traps. we've already lost one of ours let's try to not lose any more." spyper and dix quickly ran down another tunnel that conected this bunker to some of the other ones they woud have to destroy.
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All right,let's go!" said Jaime "No time to lose!"
They continued marching trough the jungle. A thin black outline appeared from the darkness. It was clearly mechanical. Slowly they approached it. Boss man ran his fingers across it.
"It's metal alright." he said "Gimme a light over here"
Jaime flicked the switch on his shouder-based flashlight. A beam of light shone across the body of the chopper. On it's body there were holes on it. These holes were not made by 7.62x17mm rounds. They were made by flak.
"We need to call HQ." said boss man "They don't know that the VC have Anti Aircraft guns!"
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max and dix walked into the next bunker, along the way they had found an ammo dump full of both american and VC weaponary. the two were dragging a crate full of heavy, light, explosive, longrenge and full auto weaponry and ammo each which they laft just around the corner from the bunker entrance. dix whistled and the VC soldiers turned and yalled in suprise as both flame throwers lit up.
the two sat laughing in the bunker toasting some damper they had made (their both australians) on one of the fires left from their attack, dix sat with a BAR aimed at one tunnel and max with another aimed at the other. "hay guys, let us know when you reach the second bunker then come over to the gunners window. we got somethin' for ya'"
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All of the sudden a tank burst out of the bush. It was a battle hardened M48b Patton tank. The hull was filled with holes and scratches. It crawled to a halt. The turret slowly turned. The canopy made a rusty sound as it opened. The head of a wolf appeared torugh the hole. His helmet had two large caliber holes in it and had "Bad blood" written on it.
"Hi there fellas, whatcha doin' this deep in the S***?" said the driver in a distinctly southern accent "Me and mah buddies were sent here to reinforce a bunch of SF and MACV guys."
"Yep, that's us." replied Jaime "Welcome to the squad"
A lone VC started walking torugh the gras hoping that he wouldn't get spotted. The tank driver ducked into the canopy.
"Yo, Betty Grable, kill that SOB!" said the driver "C'mon, you too Bronson!"
Someone cursed inside the tank and the turret turned again. The cannon vibrated ever so little before it went off. The VC screamed. One of his legs hit the outside of the tank leaving just another bloodstain in an already packed collection.
"My name is Jeremy but everyone calls me Jer and that was called accuracy!"
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max and dix didn't hear the tank roll up, but they sure heard the cannon go off. they dove for cover thinking it was aimed at them. they waited for an explosion that never came and grabbed the radio. "what in gods name was that?!"
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"That was a tank." replied Jaime over the CB "We are officially going over to plan B."
"I didn't know we had a plan B." replied Max "What is it?"
"You get back out here and we F*** up everything and everyone in sight." said Jaime "We now officially have tank support."
Sounds of cheering came from the a**-end of the tunnel rats group. Hornster was literally crying with happiness. He got up and went to the tunnel entrance. Sounds of metal bending and breaking were heard. Hornster calmly came back into the tunnel holding an RPD in one hand and an M60 in the other. Max and Dix looked at each other in disbelief. What looked like a bent S&W Hush Puppy was hanging from Hornster's neck.
"What? If we are going to F*** S*** up we'll need some serious firepower." said Hornster "Now move!"
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max and dix smiled at each other. "oh, we have firepower." the two met up with the others, dragging the large amount of weaponary behind them. "we 'liberated' an armoury while we we're in there. thought it would make you guys happy."
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The group got out of the tunnel. The first rays of sun were just breaking trough the forest canopy. Hornster was grinning like there was no tomorrow while Max and Dix were dragging a crate of ammunition behind them. Hornster turned towards the tank. He wasn't impressed by the rusty hulk.
"That POS is all we get?!" yelled Hornster "One sick and drunk VC would be enough to K.O. that thing!!"
"What'cha expect man?" said Jer "We've been rusting in the rear for the past 2 months. This is our first time in the Jungle."
"Brilliant, [removed] GREAT MAN!!!" said Hornster "I expect a killing machine and I get a piece of junkyard inventory!!!"
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"ok who votes hornster get's point?" max joked climbing onto the side of the tank. "and i'd rather have a POS tank than not. this thing at least could be ysed to draw fire off of us."
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Hornster slung his RPD over his neck and pulled out his M60. Everyone else stood behind the tank as it ground forward.
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the others all started prepping for what was to come. "you boys ready for this?" spyper asked looking around at everyone
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Jer poked his head out of the canopy and looked around to the rest of Bravo. They seemed real beat up.
"Hey fellas, we're rollin'." he said "Stand Clear"
It was an odd sight in the middle of the Jungle. Hornster was going first, MG's at the ready (both of them, akimbo style) followed by somehing that used to look like a decent tank and finally topped off my the miserably looking rest of Bravo. If there were any Vietcong nearby they would be asking themselves what the hell was going on.
Max looked ar hornster in disbelief.
"What the bloody hell is he doing?!" he asked "He's gonna break something"
"He's just f****** around" said Jaime "He'll be fine"
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"screwing around or not, he's still pushing it." "i think we should start thinking of how were going to hide that thing when we stop for the night." muttered boss man quietly following the tank.