As soon as half of my squad left, I turned towards the rest.
"Sergeant Wood wants us to help the soldiers with the vehicles; whether that's making sure that the vehicle has oil, gas, the tires are filled with air or that the vehicle works." I looked at each of them in the eye. "You guys keep your guard up. We don't know who we can trust anymore."
They nodded and broke off, all going in different directions, except for Jason, who stood still right next to me. When my squad was no where to be seen, Jason steps in front of me.
"Does Sergeant Wood have any sightings on Jones?"
I shook my head and walked past him to see if anyone needed my help on something.
"No; and I think that's why the Sergeant wants half of our squad to the White House."
"But why only half? Why not send all of us?" he pressed.
I stopped and looked around, making sure no one was looking at us, before turning my body to face him.
"I don't know. I don't know what's going through his head. All I know is what he told me, and that wasn't much." I explained, turning to walk away. I heard him sigh followed by the shuffling of his feet.
Eventually, I walked into a shop where a couple of guys were working on a Deuce and a Half.
"Do you guys need any help?" I asked. Two guys had half of their bodies in the engine and another guy near the tire taking the bolts off the axle.
The soldiers who were working in the engine looked up at the sound of my voice. They looked at each other before looking back at Jason and I.
"The tires need to be checked." the soldier, by the passenger side, said.
I nodded my head in acknowledgement.
"What do you need us to do?" Jason asked, walking towards him.
"We need to make sure that the tire is full of air, making sure that the tires have plenty of tread on it; basically checking if the tire is good or not." he explained.
I nodded and got to work.
***
Soon, after we were done with the tires, Jason and I left the shop.
"What now?" I asked. After working with the tires and making sure that the brakes worked, I was dirty from head to toe. My hands and forearms were black from the grease and asbestos-from the brakes, my face, shirt and pants had black blotches and smears on them, do to me rubbing on it.
I always had problems with stuff on my hands when I could get it off.
Jason chuckled. He, on the other hand, hardly had anything on him. The only thing that was dirty on him was his hands, and the reason why is, because I made him hold the tire while I checked the brakes.
"We could go get something to eat." he suggested.
I chuckled.
Him and food. I thought.
"I mean. It is one o' clock, and we haven't eaten breakfast." he had a point. Ever since we got back, our minds has been too occupied to even think about food.
I nodded. We could use a little break.
"Alright."
We walked around the base until we found the cafeteria. It was set up like any other, with tables in the middle and food lined up alongside the wall.
There wasn't many people in here, which was fine with me, but sometimes it's nice to have a conversation going among people.
"What are you planning on getting?" I asked as he picked up a plate.
"Right now' anything." he replied, lifting up the lid to see what kind of food it had.
I chuckled and followed him down the table, getting the food I wanted and putting it on my plate. At the end, I grabbed my utensils and followed Jason to an empty table.
Before I could lift the fork full of food to my mouth, someone barged in and started to yell something, but before he could get anything out, a loud explosion erupted. The ground shook, making the soldier fall to the ground. The drywall of the building cracked and the dust fell from the roof.
I looked at Jason with shock and realization.
They were bombing the base.
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Action(Completed) "What is it, Lieutenant?" I asked warily. "Sir, Lieutenant Hertz has been shot." ********* My team and I were called on a mission in Afghanistan. Our mission was to patrol around the border and throughout the city. Little did we know t...
