Heroes from the Sky

Day 2

I woke up with an ache in my back, struggling to get up for all I had was merely stones for a place to rest. I kept still cuddling my knees for it was quite cold and the frosty morning breeze gave a gentle but a cold as ice feel. I started to wake up everyone to eat and warm up, the only form of protection against the harsh cold breeze were our parachutes to keep us warm. We had some snacks that we brought with us that would not go rotten or go bad in any way. With my vest I wiped of the morning dew off my gun and cleaned out the barrel on my gun for the most definite action to arise. The rest of the men did the same but as we were ready to head out we heard rattling in the deeper part of the forest. We ran for cover as if a lion was about to jump on top of me and rip me to shreds. We were ready for any German men who would be victims of my lead bullets. But my lead would not see action for it was Captain Mustard and his squadron of men. He ordered us to point the weapons away from their general direction. I wiped some sweat off my forehead out of fear that I might have to kill. The Captain said they were the only survivors from their battalion, we were also the only survivors from ours which meant we were the only hope left. Besides the full on front war on the borders of the German lines. "We must take caution, we are outnumbered substantially and we have to go recon." We gathered the supply's after debriefing and headed toward the smoke which marked action and that's where we needed to go. We walked casually on the first leg of the trip towards the smoke, but then took more caution and moved more slowly and crouched while walking. We took a incognito profile as we closed in on the mission objective. Our mission was to take out the German harrison headquarter and resupply stations. The only problem is that they are deep behind enemy lines. That is where we come in. We came to a halt and everyone went silent there was a German patrol strolling through the forest. Captain Mustard pushed me forward nudging me with his right hand and said as quietly as possible: your up. I knew what he meant, I was the only one who was trained specially in close quarter combat. I shook in fear as I took my curved blade out of my knife holster made for my knife by a dear friend of mine. I approached behind him with a heel to toe footwork technique. As I was as close as I could get a jumped at him with hands going around his neck. By the time he reacted he was already dead. It was not something I wanted to do but it was completely necessary. The men started moving again as if nothing had just happened, they felt nothing they just kept on heading towards the objective. I followed behind while wiping the blood off my hands.