User blog:Peter Griffen Boy/A short story.

I wrote this two days ago and was to lazy to edit it. I got some names from Call of Duty, but I tired to go like Corporal MacMillian, not a striaght copy off of Lt. MacMillian,

Prologue China/Russia Border 0105 Hours 2010 “Check your ammo, make sure you have a good amount of ammunition, the Russians are everywhere. We clear this village out and go to the power station. This war ends right now man. Okay, Dean, stay back and provide support with that RPG. Ryan and Sullivan, make sure your .50 cals are flash hidden, and stay in the trees this time. The rest of you, including me, will wipe the Russians from this village. Put on your gas masks, you never know what these guys got, grip your guns and stay back till I tell you to move. Ryan give that guard a shot to the head.” I told them. “Make this stealthy men. No need to wake up them up now.” I told them as Ryan took a shot and the guard was on the ground, headless. “I don't think they heard that, I see another guard. Sullivan, take him out, heart shot.” I ordered. A stealthy silence filled the air as the the man fell to the ground, armless and a chunk of stomach gone. “Okay, Tuck and I will clear this house. The rest of you try to take out anyone who happens to be alone. If you take out a group, try to get them out at the same time, synchronize your shots, one word and we'll be taken out.” I told them as I slowly got up from our cover and climbed into the village. “Tuck, plant your shotgun to that door. I got my X-Ray goggles on, I'll shoot and you just fire through the wood. NOW!” I ordered and I could see five Russians fall instantly, the room dyed red. “Okay move up. Dean if things tend to go south take out any vehicles, you and the snipers stay back. The Vlad don't know we're here!” I told them through my headset. “Vlad?” Private Doyle asked. “Nickname for the Russians.” I told him. They all moved up from our little ditch and took cover behind the hut. “Okay, I can see twenty troops in that house, over there, I don't think we take them out. If they are alerted, we'll be sniped. Plant a charge on the house, if we got spotted, we'll take it out.” I told them all. “How do we get that close?” Corporal Jackson asked me. “Jackson, you go there and plant it yourself. The sniper can barely see you in the snow.” I told him and he ran in the open, making it to the house. “Crap, I see a man exiting. Sullivan take him out now!” I ordered quickly as I saw a body drop. “Okay, he's out, no one notices it. But we need to make sure, Jackson hurry the hell up!” I told him as he took his time comfortably. “Captain, the bomb is not working. I'm not a bomb squad member.” Jackson told me. “Well U.S.M.C. training requires something with explosive for my squad. I'll shoot you right now for treason. Maybe the sniper can do it for me. It'll save me some good ammo, that I can use on hide that deserves it.” I told him, hoping he'll get it soon. “Crap, the fuse is let! Can't disarm the thing!” Jackson yelled sticking his knife in and out of it. “Thats not going to do anything, but shorten the fuse. I'd try to run from it, but then again I don't think you got the brains to reconsider that.” I told him. “My knife is stuck, I can't go anywhere!” He yelled, alerting some troops. “Shut up!” I yelled as the bomb blew up, destroying the house and taking the legs off Jackson. “Is he dead?” Sullivan asked me. “No, he's alive. I can tell by his screaming.” I told him. “Jackson, thats why you run away from armed explosives.” I teased him. “My legs are gone. Three seconds ago, I was a walking American. Now I'm legless. Goodbye, Captain Rich.” He said in his dying moments, before his head was removed by a sniper. “One man down. He's going to be the only one in this mission men. You gotta help me with that, I myself am useless against the Communist army. We've been spotted. Sullivan snipe the radio towers. If so this will be not as hard. Rest of us, we gotta take on these troops. I think the house has been pretty leveled.” I told my squad. “Peterson take ten men and flank left, ambush the Vlad. Me and the other ten will face the Vlad head on. CHARGE!” I screamed as we ran into the battle. “Greg take the hut and use your night vision. Use your grenade launcher from there. Harold follow with him.” I ordered dodging bullets left and right. “Sullivan take out those freaking radio lines already. Maybe they can be contained!” I added to my orders. As I looked up from my position I saw at least ninety soldiers charging at us. “Captain, there's a sniper pinning us done here. I think it's a PTRS but I can't be to sure. Tuck is dead. I repeat, Tuck is dead.” Peterson yelled, scared to the bone. “One great man lost today, another not so much. Doyle use your RPG and destroy that hut. Peterson's squad can get through!” I ordered firing away with my M4. “Thats a negative Rich. I cannot line up a clear shot. I believe we should fall back.” He replied. “To late now, our 'coptors have left, way to dangerous. Peterson you're on your own. Try to sprint and cross through. PTRS is a bolt action, it won't be automatic. Toss a smokey and get through.” I advised Peterson's group. “Palmer!” I heard someone yell and saw a Vlad taking a bayonet out of one of my men. “They have bayonets fixed. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a charge!” Greg yelled, as I could hear him having trouble. “DOYLE! USE YOUR RPG! BREAK THE LINES!” I screamed as a bullet lodged into my M4. I ignored and it turned on the grenade launcher. “GREG! NOW!” I screamed again, firing grenades into trucks and into skulls of unlucky Vlad. “Ryan, we're outnumbered here. Try to contact the Spanish! They can help!” I ordered strictly. “Yeah, I hear ya Captain. They ain't got the power but they're numbers can pack a punch!” He told me and started working the radio. I turned off my grenade launcher and rolled into Greg's hut. “Doing well?” I asked him. “Well I've heard news that Sullivan has disabled the communication line. Other than that, nothing besides a camp of Vlad are coming for us.” Greg answered, as me and him both picked targets off. “Good, Ryan is contacting the Spanish soldiers. I don't expect them to do anything but be our body amour. Call me evil if you wish, but they won't do anything!” I told him, nearly getting shot. “Yeah, I hear you. Half of them know how to work a classic double barreled. They shoot Einfields with ten bullets in about five minutes. You can get them out in five.” He replied. Then for a few seconds we were silent, till I learned my gun had jammed. “Crap, my rifle has been blown. Knew it would happen. Pistol time.” I told him whipping my Desert Eagle. “Peterson how are you doing?” I asked, after blowing a full clip of ammo. “Tory and Reese are out for the count. Out, but not dead. He can shoot through the smoke. Oh, yeah and it'll take maybe a few hours hours for the Spanish to get here.” He told me, nervous and freaked to the bone. “Not great, we can't handle this job. Stand by me men, kill as many Vlad as you can.” I told them, taking a graze to my left shin. “They're shooting through, this wood. Snipers, clear a path for us, we are leaving, but we're clearing the camp- THEY'RE CHOPPERS ARE FIRING! DOYLE!” I screamed as I saw Greg fall back missing a third of his chest. “GET DOWN NOW! GREG IS DEAD!” I yelled diving under a table. “Richard my gun is jammed. NO!” Doyle yelled as bullets rippled through his skull. Thinking quickly I screamed, shattering my throat. “RYAN! TAKE OUT THE DRIVERS! YOU ARE THE ONLY HOPE!” “CAPTAIN! RYAN IS OUT! FIRING! MY ARM!” Sullivan screamed as his arm was removed. “Anyone, Tory, Peterson?” I asked, scared for my life. “Captain! I am the only one left besides you. My right foot is gone, but I won't die.” He told me. “The turret is just about out. Can you run?” I asked him. “A slow run, I believe our best hope is death.” He replied back. “No, my squad is the best in the world. No way a single helicopter will get us. If only Jackson hadn't, wait PETERSON!” I screamed as I heard a bang and a plunk go off. “PETERSON!” I yelled again, no answer. “He killed himself, no way. I can't let this get to me!” I thought to myself. But suddenly I heard a drunken man talk into my radio. “Hello, Captain Richard of the Marines? This is Lieutenant Pablo, of the Spanish Rebels, I understand your team could use some help?” “Jolly good time. I got a chopper looking for me, most of the infantry has been killed. My raiders have been killed.” I told, him, trying to be quiet. “Okay Richard, our snipers can help you, thats all. The Vlad have killed most of my men, but we lived through it. Chris use that M21 you found, take down those choppers!” I heard him yell. “Okay, Pablo your men are my only hope. Just make sure you snipe the chopper. Use your thermal scopes well.” I told him and climbed out through a back window, dodging mini-gun pellets everywhere. “AMBUSH!” Pablo yelled into my headset, as I saw five ghillie men running right for me, with bayonets on their rifles. The first one was shot straight in the head, falling on two, while the other two were still charging. “Richardson, my snipers have locked onto targets near you, firing now.” He said as all the ghillie men were shot clean in the skull, out for the count. “Thanks, the mini-gun is clean out of ammo. Moving towards you. How long?” I asked Pablo. “Maybe a two hour run, if my math is correct. We're driving in jeeps toward you now.” He told me as I continued running. “Okay, the British Royals are coming. Strange everything turned out.” Pablo added. “I never knew the terrorist acts would go from Iraq all the way to Japan and Russia. No one was prepared for the nuclear warfare, of the corrupt Russians against China, several nuclear countries joined the war, all of them ganging up on China. The People's Republic was broken apart. Marines killed corrupt leaders, wiping out over half the politicians.” I told Pablo. “Then, somehow missiles were launched at my land of Mexico. I never saw it coming, then drug wars were all ended, instead bombs were dropped onto cities in the drug trade, killing millions, but ending it all. We found out it was Russia's Communists, an underground military. The Red Stars were all murdered, didn't stand a chance. They had been building for nearly twenty years, hijacking Russian and American arms. Finally, Mexico was involved. Britain, having risky tensions so long with Mexico for a accidental raid, fired at us. Half of us joined the Communists, half stayed and forgave the British, but crews from all around the Latin America area joined us. Now we tag on with the Marines to kill our disloyal brothers.” Pablo explained. “Finally, in Iraq we were able to clear the streets, and killed just about everyone, including civilians, Iraq was turned into a large desert. Little did we know the terrorists were moving into east Russia, and joined the Communist Army, the same one, they once sought to destroy. Japan, having no true army, was once again in the early forties again, ruthlessly killing everyone, they were inane. So Americans had to fight with the men who had shot RPGs at us, but finally, the country went sane. In just two years so many died I went from a knife wielding recruit into a Lieutenant, leading a small group of men, whose main mission was to kill as many Japanese as possible. I myself set a record for a sniper kill over five miles long, the bullet lag time for a two mile shot is about one second with a .50 cal. A two second lag time. I just fired it like a machine gun, editing it myself. We took out a large group of men, as they drove away from the position.” I added to my statement. “Yes we were busy with Russians then, not straight out battles, but wars over information. I am not allowed to speak of, what happened and why it was so important.” He told me. “Okay, I think I'm getting close. Haven't seen anyone, yet. Wait, look in the sky. It's a rocket or some shit. Oh fu-”