Friday, November 7, 2014

2 Narrative

Then
            The men landed and regrouped at the checkpoint. They were scared, but they knew they could not show it. It was the enemy’s back door they came knocking on. It seemed peaceful as the rest of the battalion was taking off their parachutes. The first lieutenant was looking at the map as he pulled out his compass and pencil to figure out which way the rendezvous was with the first infantry. After getting everyone set the men moved out to the small village of Di Kha. The men found that the land was almost too quiet compared to their past missions. As they marched through the thick jungle and rice patties they had the eerie feeling like they were being watched. The first lieutenant ordered the men to stop at the sound of a stick breaking. The men swung around there M16 rifles in every direction. They stood there in silence for what seemed like a millennium, then a loud scream omitted from the leaves and then what sounded like an army followed it.
Now

            Alright boys I don’t care what you hear about these POW camps and all the stories and legends behind them, we’re getting outa here. There numbers may be grander but we are Rangers God Dammit! Now there patrols pass by every now and then so if we can get one of these assholes and his rifle then we can take out the whole camp. Who knew bamboo sticks would be so strong to keep us locked up like animals? I’ll tell you this boys, we ain’t animals, they are and they are the ones that will lose this fight. Now we will need to do this under the cover of nightfall, and get rid of that spotlight. Alright here comes one of them now I will get his attention and Jimmy you take him out. Alright here Gyro you’re the best shot here take his rifle. All right boys move as a unit and I will get us out of this mess alive.

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