Chicken Soup for the Soul

I paced across the small ranks of men in front of a C-130 dropship and a Apache helicopter as we prepared to cross the ocean off to the states for the scheduled war games.


"Soldiers today we make our first drop, not in the heat of battle, but in a war game. Nonetheless I need you guys giving all you got to come out of these session stronger and ready to fight when it counts. As soon as we drop we are going tl ink up with some Croats along this mountain range and push forward to a bunker atop a hilltop, our rendezvous will be here *points to spot on the map with baton* the easiest route to the Croat's camp should be here but feel free to take detours *skims the baton up across the mountain range* NOW MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!"


I stood aboard the bridge to the hull of the C-130 and made sure everyone was aboard Gideon, Loke, Jamarcus, Chris, All Paratroopers Aboard. Pupkin Vasya and Harvard619 were in the cockpit preparing for takeoff as the rest of the squad manned the turret positions. I glanced through the window and saw CRISSGASM and private Brown revving up the Apache who were to be our escourts through the journey.


The trip was awfully boring and weak conversations hummed through the plane. We approached our drop point and ordered private Harvard to drop the bridge as everyone prepared their shoots and joked as we entered the back lines of the Training War. I called off everyone's name one by one as I gave them a gentle shove out of the plane and made sure my radio system with the Airsmen were operating for additional airstrikes when needed. In a few seconds I myself hurtled out of the plan and activated my parachute. My landing was quite easy as usual as I landed in a grassy plain. I worked my way through the woods with no encounters whatsoever true the Croatian camp. A Croatian officer immeaditely contacted me and quickly proclaimed that my men and most of the Croatians have already made an assault on the bunker and are losing ground, I hopped aboard a humvee with some Croatian officers including the one I had talked to and reached the training war zone. My men were crouching below a destroyed tank awaiting my arrival. private Jamarcus sputtered away about our position and I contacted the Airsment without hesitation giving them my coordinates and dropping a red smoke grenade nearby.


Within a few minutes the Apache and C-130 emerged from the sky missiles firing and guns a blazing as the bunker itself quaked from the impact. As the strike deminished me and the Paratroopers found a large breach in the bunker and sneaked in with little opposition. We slowly made a turn and heard the pointman Gideon was immeaditely struck by a rubber bullet and flopped to the ground. By instinct I popped a stun grenade and as the flash went off I ordered my troops to turn the corner and charge the stunned Irish men. As i myself advanced after my squad was all clear I found the Irish hands drawn to the air smiling and instantly we shook their hands and began to joke with them. After a short conversation and laughs the Airsmen had landed and after shouting farewell to the Irish we were off back to eIsrael awaiting the next war game or.... the next true battle