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R-Point
Jun 19, 2008 16:18:29 GMT -5
Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jun 19, 2008 16:18:29 GMT -5
"Nice to meet yah Rasta." Jimmy sighed, taking another drag off his cigarette.
Jimmy looked up at the ceiling for a quick moment before answering Rasta's question.
"It's nothing. Just the lack of sleep and being stuck in this sh!t hole has kinda worn away at my mind. Makin me a little on edge, you know."
Jimmy sighed again before stamping out his cigarette.
"So, how'd someone like you get thrown into this dump? Combat injuries?"
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R-Point
Jun 20, 2008 1:16:44 GMT -5
Post by Rastafari on Jun 20, 2008 1:16:44 GMT -5
"ah, i been trone in dis dump causa my harminous nature, bumbaclot sarge says dat i didnt kill anyone ina duh battle i was in cause mi be too unwilling to kill, bredda's gotta prove himself" Explained Rasta taking a puff of what was left of his cigarette and breathing it into the air.
"What be your story man?"
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R-Point
Jun 20, 2008 12:53:31 GMT -5
Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jun 20, 2008 12:53:31 GMT -5
"Uh, well," Jimmy scratched his head for a long time before continuing. "My battalion was getting ready to strike the city and we were sent out to find a suitable assault point. Well, while my platoon was scouting the area, we were ambushed. Fortunately for me, I fell into a bamboo pit. I got injured, but I survived. Turned out, I was the only one to survive."
Jimmy paused and lit up another cigarette.
"Anyways, the military thought it would be best for me to get some rest, so they sent me here. The truth is, they were afraid I was gonna snap or something and thought it best I snapped here, out of the way. "
Jimmy took a puff; then stared at the ceiling.
"And that's my story, not much more I can say."
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R-Point
Jun 21, 2008 11:11:58 GMT -5
Post by Infinity VI on Jun 21, 2008 11:11:58 GMT -5
Yawning and clambering out of bed, David grabbed his gear and slowly began to put it on, he took note of the time and sped up. When he'd managed to properly dress, he checked his weapons, they seemed to be in proper working order.
He began to pace around the barracks, looking for something to do or finding someone to chat to. He noticed a Jamaican man talking to a man at a desk and, also during his pacing, a German man chatting to a man he assumed to be British. Since gatecrashing another person's conversation was not something he particularly endorsed, he was content to sit back on his bed and read a language book
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R-Point
Jun 22, 2008 18:47:08 GMT -5
Post by Rastafari on Jun 22, 2008 18:47:08 GMT -5
"aye dats deep s*** man, you not be alone though, i lost mi best friend a coupla months back" Khenan Sympathized and took the last drag before lficking away the butt of his cigarette.
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R-Point
Jun 22, 2008 21:27:24 GMT -5
Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jun 22, 2008 21:27:24 GMT -5
"Yeah man," Jimmy sighed, "War's a b!tch. But, it's all I know how to do man. I don't know what I'd be doing if I wasn't a soldier."
Jimmy flicked his watch and checked the time.
"Jesus, when's the CO getting here? I'm gettin antsy."
Jimmy looked up and spotted a lone man sitting on a bed. The man's name was David (Jimmy had heard one of the CO's use it). Jimmy had never talked to the man before but, since Khenan and him had been swapping stories, Jimmy decided to ask Dave.
"Hey, you," Jimmy shouted, pointing at Dave. "What's your story? How'd you get stuck here?"
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R-Point
Jun 23, 2008 15:04:13 GMT -5
Post by Infinity VI on Jun 23, 2008 15:04:13 GMT -5
David put down his book and looked at the man gesturing at him, "The usual sob story, got into trouble in basic training, lost most of my squad, graduated and got sent here, no choice in it for me, no-one else wanted me, that's how I got here" He placed the book down and walked over to join the conversation
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R-Point
Jun 24, 2008 19:48:13 GMT -5
Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jun 24, 2008 19:48:13 GMT -5
Jimmy laughed a short laugh before grabbing another cigarette. He then set the pack on the desk and motioned David to grab one if he wanted.
"Sh!t, sounds like we really got the best of the best here. We got a peace lover, a crazy, and a rebel."
Jimmy looked down at the desk for a moment then looked back up at the two.
"This is a modern day Justice League."
Jimmy took another drag and kicked his feet up on the desk before continuing.
"Well, you guys got any insight on the mission? I mean, would they really send us on something important? I just heard we were relieving a couple guys on watch duty out in Seoul or something."
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R-Point
Jun 25, 2008 8:55:23 GMT -5
Post by Shogun Liquid© on Jun 25, 2008 8:55:23 GMT -5
(OOC: Just to be clear, when I type in Red, it means its not my character. When I type in beige, its the opposite)
The screen door to the filmsy barracks opened suddenly, and a menacing figure entered in, his expression on his face somewhat looking forward to cracking some heads.
His sudden arrival in the barracks made almost all of the soldiers jump off the bed, assuming his was the CO.
They soon realized however, as he passed them by, that he was merely a First Sergeant, the "uber" Sergeant who had the NCO ranks below him for breakfast and was second in rank next to Sergeant Major.
The First Sergeant was a fearsome specimen, a man that was probably forged in the bloody skirmishes and battles in Vietnam. His mere presence alone made others think of their favorite Drill Instructor, whom seemed to pale in comparison next to the man infront of them.
His ugly face frowned, then he spoke in a harsh voice.
"We're moving out today you f*cks. Grab your gear and equipment and assemble outside."
He was about to turn when he paused, notcing that half of the men inside the barracks were in shorts and barechested. He smiled evilly and added, "The last person to make it outside will be assigned to Base latrine duty indefinetly when we get back.." The First Sergeant looked at everyone for one last time, some of them familiar faces to him, others not, then stormed out of the barracks and out into the sun.
"Sh*t," Private Henry O' Hara cursed right beside Oli, who was sitting on the bed when Cooper stormed in. "Of all the bastards in the world, it had to be him." The Private started cursing louldly and began to fix his bed, along with grabbing his shirt and pants.
"Why's that Hen?" a soldier next to him asked, who grabbed some stuff and placed it in his shoulder bag, trying to follow the others, who were already moving outside with their gear, all dressed for combat.
"The guy's a f*cking maniac. He shot some guy in my Platoon for smoking weed."
"No sh*t?"
"No sh*t man. They covered it up, said it was friendly fire."
There was a few yells, and several people were fighting to get out.
"Better hurry guys! I don't want to shovel sh*t for the rest of my life!" One of them yelled.
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R-Point
Jun 25, 2008 11:24:46 GMT -5
Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jun 25, 2008 11:24:46 GMT -5
Jimmy stood up at attention as the man walked in. At first, he thought this was his CO, but, after further inspection, Jimmy realized the man wasn't CO material. Probably high in the enlisted rank, but this man was no officer. So, Jimmy sat down, but put out his cigarette for respect.
After the sergeant had finished speaking, Jimmy laughed.
"I'm happy I woke up early today," Jimmy chuckled, before grabbing his radio and slinging it on his back. He then reached next to the chair he was sitting in a grabbed a bag.
"Guess I'll see you guys later," Jimmy said, flicking his head at David and Khenan. He then made his way through the door, bumping into a couple other soldiers on the way, and headed outside.
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R-Point
Jun 25, 2008 11:43:16 GMT -5
Post by Infinity VI on Jun 25, 2008 11:43:16 GMT -5
After the surprise visit by the local loon, David dived on his bad and grabbed the kit he had left at the side, kicking the book he had been reading under the bed and grabbing his weapon from the bedside table, he grabbed a small radio from the underside of the bed and dashed outside, pushing a few soldiers, clearly worried by the Sergeant's visit. David took his place in the slowly-forming line of people outside
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R-Point
Jun 25, 2008 12:11:17 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Jun 25, 2008 12:11:17 GMT -5
Schultz shot up into a position of attention as soon as who he assumed had to be the C.O stepped in. But his uniform and demeanor, plus lack of an orderly that usually accompanied a C.O, suggested he was a mere non commissioned officer opposed to a commanding officer. Not like it mattered to Schultz if the sergeant wasn't the C.O. Schultz wasn't even an N.C.O, although by choice, so the first sergeant had rank. Schultz grumbles loudly as soon as the N.C.O had left.
rather I.P.T(Intensive physical training, like morning physical training[P.T] but for disciplinary reasons, and "intensive") then latrine duty.
As soon as he had received his current set of orders and he had finished saying a rare comment, Schultz put on the last of his gear, his flak jacket, his Boonie hat, and his goggles. He put his jungle boots on that he had just been polishing, laced them, and then applied his boot bands, then quickly walking out of the barracks with no degree of panic, remaining very composed. He was one of the first ones out because he had so very little to put on and because he remained composed--- he did everything in a disciplined, experienced, hurried yet well executed movement rather then clumsy or rushed resulting in repeating actions thus making everything take longer. He had been up and already put himself through all of the morning P.T minus being able to do a sun-rise "stroll" through the base for several miles worth, so he was already awake.
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R-Point
Jun 25, 2008 21:33:18 GMT -5
Post by Rastafari on Jun 25, 2008 21:33:18 GMT -5
Khenan quickly buttoned up his uniform top and strapped his gear over his right shoulder fixing it up as he ran. Scooping up his helmet making sure not to mess his set bed that he had spent two minutes on earlier in the morning. He moved out the front door infront of a couple others making sure that he would not be last, then fastened up his vest and strapped on his helmet.
He thought about what the two soldiers had said, about the man who was shot for smoking weed. Khenan emmediatly tensed up, hoping that the small bag he hadnt touched so far at the bottom of his ruc-sac would not be spotted for the first time today. He had it carefully tucked underneath some excess fabric at the bottom of the bag.
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R-Point
Jun 26, 2008 8:16:43 GMT -5
Post by LTI on Jun 26, 2008 8:16:43 GMT -5
Oli cursed under his breath and rolled his eyes subtly before he grabbed all the things he'd packed and carried it outside. He'd heard a few things about this guy, none of them were good things. None of them. He sighed as he passed the sergeant. The two would certainly have some issues on this assignment; he hoped it wouldn't lead to the first sergeant shooting him. Lord knows the guy would for any reason he could find. He and Oli were really polar opposites. He walked out and passed Khenan, winking at the guy. From the way the guy acted and talked thus far, Oli had a few things going through his head about him along with the other soldiers in with him. Just things that naturally popped up in his head. He'd heard the story about the guy shooting some kid because of a little MJ. Oli sympathized with the kid. He didn't do it himself anymore, but in high school he had on occasion. Just ended up being something he didn't take a particular interest in. He stood beside Jimmy and grinned vaguely. If he had spoken, he'd have made a bet that someone would shoot him within the first week. This guy had it coming to him whether or not anyone else saw it right now. They'd sure as hell see it soon.
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R-Point
Jun 30, 2008 17:03:53 GMT -5
Post by Shogun Liquid© on Jun 30, 2008 17:03:53 GMT -5
The men poured out into the blistering hot sun and formed a straight clean line on the the Company Assembly Area, which was a just a large square area of beige colored, hardened mud.
Infront of them, standing alone defiantly with his arms on his hips and not even wearing his gear was the First Sergeant.
He waited for the men to form the line infront of him, and when the last man got out and joined the line, he smiled evilly, letting his gruesome teeth show out as he singled him out, pointing at his direction.
"YOU!" The First Sergeant shouted. "What is your name trooper?"
Private Henry O' Hara, the soldier which had originally cursed out his misfortune of being assigned to a Unit with infamous First Sergeant, managed to let out another quiet curse and stepped out of line, shouting, "PRIVATE HENRY O'HARA SIR!"
"You Irish private?"
"Yes sir!"
"Well whaddya know? I'm Irish too."
The First Sergeant grinned to himself, then shook his head. "Motherf*cker, you just disgraced the whole Irish race you know that?"
Private Henry O'Hara hesitated, not knowing what to reply, then answered, "Sorry sir!"
"Keep it. When we get back from this mission, you're going to scrub every g0ddamn toilet in this base, starting with this barracks. Then, as if that isn't enough, you're going to empty every g0ddamn latrine in this base and burn the sh*t that each and everyone of you worthless son's of b*tch's spout out of your a$$holes every g0d forsaken day, including mine, for the rest of your stay here, YOU READING ME PRIVATE?!"
"YES SIR!" Private Henry O'Hara shouted back rather tearfully, his shoulders a bit slump as he went back in line.
"All right listen up you f*cks!" The First Sergeant shouted, going back and forth infront of the men. "2 days ago, we recived a distress call from an unknown transmitter, located not far from us in a remote island in the Mekhong River. The callsign of that island is R-Point, and as confusing as it is, the island and the area around it is clean of Charlie, meaning we got nothing to fear except probable rogue Vietcong units.
Meanwhile, the CO of this base wants us to check this out, and we're going in. It could be Charlie playing a trick and it could be friendlies who are real. Either way, Saigon wants to know, so no f*cking heroics, no f*cking mistakes. If we pull this off, find out who ever transmitted that message, we get to go home or whatever place you dumb f*ck's call home for 6 heavnly months.
And who knows? By then the war might be over.
But until such time, you are the sole property of the United States of America, or whatever dumb f*cking country you come from, and you will obey to the letter any orders from me, or any superior. Make no mistake. I've seen noobs, conscripts and chicken sh*t's run out on me and get shot, either by Charlie, or by friendly fire. Nobody runs, nobody retreats. Doing so will cause your death.
Another thing. I know some of you sh*t's, familiar faces like the now incompetent Private Henry O'Hara. You know how I operate.
As for the people here whom I don't even f*cking know, this is how I operate.
I don't care what Outfit you came from, what expierence you have, and I don't care particularly what kind of skin color you have or what country or what your motherf*cking accent is or what God you believe in. We fight together as one Unit. Though we've been taken from our respective units to form the most god awful unit I've seen for a temporary time, I expect each and every one of you treat each other equally, even if they're f*cking noobs and don't know how to shoot, or call their God "Allah" or masterbate with a left or right hand.
If you have expierence, teach them. If you have extra ammo, give it to them if they need it. If the guy next to you is dying, treat him. If he's in the sh*t, take him out of his misery. If he's breaking down, comfort him before I f*cking tear him a new assh*le.
More importantly, I want nothing but your best. We'll be in the island for one week, but depending on the situation, it may change and become longer, so grab your gear, weapons and what not, and head down to the Dock. There's a boat waiting for us. Our CO will join us there."
The First Sergeant paused. "By the by, incase you motherf*ckers want to know who the hell I am, I'm First Sergeant John Anderson Cooper. I'm Irish-American and I like booze. DISMISSED!"
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