I never saw the day that a map and a compass will help me get out of a hellhole. The squad leader would approach me.
-Why are you so happy?... specialist. The squad leader would ask
-I found a way out of this hellhole. Id say
-Aha, you smart bastard! But where? The squad leader would ask smiling.
-Well there's a gridded zone with uh... a bunker, there might be some enemy contact. Id say
-Ok... Ill go announce the others and some of our guys found an abandoned truck we can use it. The squad said.
Never thought someone will leave a truck here... Maybe it was attacked or something.
-Hey what are you thinking about? Our squad's machinegunner would ask.
Id shake my toughts out of my head and snap back to reality
-Uh... nothing. Id say to the squad's machinegunner.
The abandoned trucks engine started to roar.
-HEY EVERYONE COME AND LOAD UP IN THE TRUCK WE GOT IT STARTING. The squad leader announced.
Each squad member would start to load the wounded in the back of the truck, after they loaded the wounded the others startet to load themsevs aswell in the back of the truck. In a blink of an eye the truck started moving. After some time we reached a ditch close to the bunker we were supposed to go. The recon specialist would look trough his binoculars.
-Yes... as i was expecting... movement to the north of us. The recon specialist would say.
The non wounded squad members started to get ready and cocked up their weapons and they would aim at the bunker. The squad leader would signal to open fire and every enemy droped to the ground, the others would put the wounded troops on their backs and started to move twards the bunker. When we got to the bunker we called in an extraction. After some time a chinook came and extracted us. I never felt so realived to leave this hellhole. I later found out the bunker that we cleared out was an objective that was ocupied by furries/zoophiles.
