The Stories We Told

The Unwilling Pt 2 Chapter 2

Mortars Hit The Deck!:
My pupils shrink as mortar shells start to hit the ground all around me, my men being torn to shreds, as the predisposed horrors of war unfold around me.  "Wheres the goddamn medic!" is the most common cry of the wounded, I can't bear to hear it. "DOC!? WHERE ARE YOU!?" I hear Muttchop scream as his battle buddy screams and wails, due to his leg being reipped off by a mortar shell, gushing blood like hell itself has opened up in his leg. "Adrian! BOOM!" Adrian's head perks up from behind Patton's safety. "Sir! I'd love to blow some shit up, but unfortunately, I don't feel safe leav-" his screams were cut off by a Patton exploding from behind of him taking one too many mortar shells. The Patton exploded, shrapnel flying into nearby men's bodies. One man getting nailed in the neck by a rather large piece of shrapnel. "H-hel-p..." his sentence being cut short by the blood coming up through his neck. He lies there choking on his blood holding his throat rolling around on the ground flailing around. Blood soaking his Od fatigues and his equipment. His helmet flies off his head rolling around. The sound of him gargling on his own blood "Holy shit." I hear Adrian say, mortified at the sight.

More shells hit around the men and me, the screams of the burning tank crews inside the Patton. The sounds of these helpless people losing their lives are to soon haunt our dreams.

The gooks soon become low on mortar rounds, they stop the barrage giving us ample time to regroup and plan a counter-attack. "Pyro, Boom, Slow Ride, Text! On me!" I yell out as Naomi leans in to hear what I am about to say.  I look to Naomi as she gives me a look of reassurance. "I need Pyro's M2 to burn us a path, Boom, you, Pryo and slow ride burn and blow out the strongholds ensuring that our tunnel rat can get through, ENGIE! Front and center!"I say as Engie runs up with his heavy equipment. "I need you to help Pyro and these three burn a path to the gook stronghold. It should be near here." He looks over to Ashely. "Text, I need you to find a way to repair that radio then call for a med-vac, aircav should be here on time as long as we can burn a large enough clearing,"  I say devising a battle plan. "Alright, let's move..." I say as I  stand up and check the mag of my rifle and flip-down his dust cover. 

The other men follow suit. A look of determination and fear on their face at the same time. All from different cultures with one ultimate goal. Survival.