somewhere in the pacific...
Jeremy pov:
1400 hours
"bloody hell" what a damn day to be off duty.
"same shit. different day."
I was walking in the park, in our lead ship and the biggest ship of all, Uss Europea, a supercarrier, 800 hectares long and the beam is 200, as the cold wind blows in my face and the taste of sea-air, what a day. a sound of an engine starts to get louder. I didn't bother to look up. I already know it's a f/a 18 hornet. after walking around, I saw a dark-haired boy in his CAMMIES. he had a G-18 in his right and reading a book of some kind.
he looked at me, and saluted, "sir! good morning." he said. I nodded.
"lieutenant" "no need for formalities right now", Mark brown. my lieutenant, the first damn guy who helped me in the Iraq war, the first guy I also met in the military academy when I was 13.
"come on", as we walked towards we were going towards the south. we're going to the "pit". What's the "pit"? it's the special training for us marines, I looked at my friend, I and he served in the Iraq war, where we faced tons of enemies and shit. we still have memories or PTSD of that war.
"so?" he asked, "anything to do?" I looked at him while we walked."nothin" I responded.
as I was whistling and my hands in my pockets, Mark was thinking about something.
"so... I guess you wanna shoot ..some buckshot on paper?" he asked.
"yeah sure, got nothing to do anyway." as I continued whistling.
suddenly an MATV then stopped in our right. the window opened. "sir!" a cheery voice said, it's pretty rare to hear that, especially what my men felt in the war. "Andrew. hey there."
He then pointed towards the truck.
"let me guess? you're going to the gun ranges?" he said. "hell yes!" Mark said. "get in then I'm coming" me and mark went inside the truck, we then went full speed towards the gunnery ranges, while we went there, we saw some military vehicles doing their usual practice, some M1 abrams practising shooting and formation practice, we saw some Ah-64 practising its hellfire missiles on some cardboard ducks. and after sharing jokes with my friends and talking about stories, we finally reached our destination.
"All alright then" "the first guy to go to the armoury wins!" mark said, I didn't join but watched the 2 goofs race to the armoury. "nothing bad wont happen hopefully"
1500 hours
3rd person view:
At the Bridge of Uss Europea:
"WHAT?!"
"I'm sorry Colonel."
Jonathan and Jasper were in the middle of talking about, some kind of war.
"WHAT DO YOU BLOODY MEAN OUR SHIP WILL BE REROUTED?" Jonathan barked at Jasper
*Jasper sighed* "well the president contacted us and said that Japan has been breaking several geneva conventions and..."
"AND WHAT?"Jonathan said. "Jasper frowned* "we might go to another war..."
Jonathan looked grim. "why....?" he said. there was an aura surrounding Jonathan, he felt the hell in Iraq, he and his men single-handedly killed Saddam Hussein. he didn't want another repeat of it.
"well," jasper then explained sensha-do to Jonathan. Jonathan kind of got it.
"well, it's not our country for god sake. why do we have to get in such a bloody sport?" Jonathan said.
Jasper then explained the concept of when a government doesn't treat his men properly, then the un joins in. Jonathan got the hang of it. he then frowned and look at his second in command. "anything sir?" his second in command named Josh said.
"Tell the men....."
"yessir?"
"normal time starting now."
josh saluted*
"yessir."
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OPERATION: BLACK DARTS
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