Why Change? (Straight furry story)

44. Deployed On Enemy Territory

We did our training, then, we got our message, we will be deployed next week, through the means of a C-17 globemaster III. Our first thing to do is prepare, then, we write our goodbye letters 'just in case'. Talk about deathnote. The C-17 is ready, the weaponry is ready, even the socks are ready, I'm just not sure tht I am.

My gun is sitting on my lap and I feel sick, Jensen is beside me, looking pretty defensive, while everyone else is looking pretty calm. The commander stands up and gpes to the cockpit, he comes back and says "around fourteen thousand four hundred more of these, and we'll be dropped" Jensen looks up and says "fourteen thousand four hundred more whats until we get there?" I decide to step in and say "seconds, fourteen thousand four hundred more seconds, so it's about four hours" Jensen gulped, the fox was looking a little pale, but, that might be his fur. 

A voice said over the speakers approaching destination, open the cargo bay doors, and get prepared to jump. Shit, never jumped out of a perfectly good plane before, never had to. "Alright," the sergeant yelled over the wind "everyone better jump an' deploy their chutes, I'm not pickin' up anyone when I land, I'm gonna go to CP, Look after each'ther, you are all anyone's got, so dewit nicely". 

Then came the words I'd been dreading since I got on the plane, "go, go, go, get off the plane now" the sergeant shouted. I looked to Jensen for reassurance, but when my eyes met with his, I cracked, my knees bent underneath me, and suddenly I was off the plane. His face stayed with me, his pupils fully dialated, but his mouth, straight, it was all in his eyes, I don't want to be here. I pulled the cord on my parachute, my bag opened up, and the cords went taut, and a blanket shielded the sun.

The sound of a shell resounded off in the distance, a couple of shots sounded shortly after, followed by anotber shell, no shots were fired this time. Thats how easy it is, to die, all it takes is a few lucky shots. "Alright, this is CP, or, Base-Of-Operations, this is where I'll be, and, this is where you come if any of you are hurt. The main operation is radio-communications, so don't expect us to have painkillers." the sergeant said. "you'll all set up 'couple kilometers south, watch each'thers backs, and you may survive". "Thanks for the reassuring words of courage" Jensen says, the sergeant says "if you say another word I'll salute you, and it'll be the last thing you see" Jensen backs off and looks at his imaginary watch "I'll get going if you'll tell me where south is" he says with a smug look on his face. The sergeant comes to the attention position, Jensen almost falls backward "holy shit, I'm sorry, I'm  sorry, I'll never do that again" he says "get out of here, you've got a compas and a map, now get movin' we ain't got all day for your remarks". And for the first time, we actually listen.