R-Point

[thegunny]

Schultz picked his way through the blob of troops as close as he could to the front, pulling his "scarf" up to cover the bottom half of his face and putting on his combat goggles to cover over his eyes. Then he tightened the cord holding his Boonie hat onto his head as tightly as he can to keep it from flying off, and then stared ahead onto the bank to the left of the ship in the face of the wind, his M16 uncomfortably ready although not aimed, certainly ready to be swung up and aimed at the enemy. The safety was on and it was set to full automatic, the iron sights were currently adjusted to 150 meters. He would quickly adjust it as best he can to 50 meters when they offloaded. He was a point man through and through, and he wasn't about to be the man on the boat who wasn't alert and keeping an eye open for ambushes. He was paid to be the eyes and ears of a patrol, after all, and business was booming in this age of guerrilla warfare, ambushes the norm.

[Shogun Liquid©]

The boat continued onwards, moving alone in the quiet, peaceful Mekhong River.

In the background noise of the engines, the soldiers of the 15 man unit, which was desiganted as callsign "Bravo," began introducing each other, each one telling stories about himself, what he knew, or about the people he knew in the base.

"The name's Patrick Delaney, Private First Class," The soldier near the engines said, shouting. He took off his helmet showing a man in his twenties, white, and smiling around. "2nd Platoon, D Company. Been here and there with my platoon, survived Khe Sanh, Hue, Da Nang and eventually, this island. I've been injured 3 times and I'd have AK rounds hit my ass 5 times which is no joke."

He looked at the next man seated near him, who was Black and growing a beard. "Yo wazzup dogs? Names Corporal Ken Martin, 1st Platoon, Alpha Company. Like Patrick, I've been around here and I've seen it all."

"Private John Roberts," the next one said without prompting. A freckled white teeanger who seemed to be out of place. "I've been here for 5 weeks and I'm lucky I'm still alive."

Some of the men chuckled at that comment.

"You better not noob," One of the soldiers said near him with a smile. "My names Private Karl O'Brien. I'm from 2nd Platoon, D Company, with my buddy Patrick here. I'm younger than he is though, about 2 months, replacement guy after the Battle of Khe Sanh, but hardened veteran after the Tet Offensive. I've shared every goddamn horrible sh*t that Vietnam has to offer me since I was posted to this Unit and I'm proud to say I'll live through this sh*t."

"Amen brother," Corporal Ken Martin commented. They looked to the next one.

"Private Mark Torre," the man said, his hair a bit dirty and sweaty, with a hawkish sort of face. "3 months in Vietnam. 5 days more and I'll be in the US."

Another soldier began next, "Corporal Michael Eben, I been in Alpha Base ever since I could remember. Tet Offensive came and we found our base surrounded by VC. Popped them all and chased them through the jungle until they were all dead, but those bastards were good. My original unit got destroyed so I was sent to other Companies within the base. Currently in B Company, 2nd Platoon."

All eyes looked next to the Medic. (LTI)



(OOC: WOOOPSIE! Lol. Made a blunder there.)

[LTI]

((OOC: Technically I'm the medic, but I guess I could be radioman. Only because I like you, Liquid. Oh, I almost bought R-Point the other day at FYE, but I needed an external hard drive moar, so I got one of those... it's pink.))

Oli shrugged philosophically. He wasn't really sure to begin. There was so much he could tell them, but so little to say. He figured he'd just talk about his life before the war. "Well," Oli started, "I grew up in Quincy, small riverside town in Illinois, and I went to the college there, then enlisted. Really not that much to say about myself, I guess. I really wish I hadn't enlisted. We're in way over our heads here. I guess I should also let you guys know that I'm not a newb, and I've really got no problem shooting another man. It wasn't that way at first, of course, but you get used to it. Kinda cliche, if you ask me, but it's true." Oli wanted a smoke, but he figured it could wait a while. He needed to cut back anyway.

[Shogun Liquid©]

(OOC: NOOOO!!!! HUHUHUHUHU!!!!!! NOOOO!!!!!!!!!)





(OOC: Lol just kidding. I'll just continue the RP)


Some of the men nodded their heads, others showed indifference.

One of them pointed out to the other guy.

"What about you radio head?" Corporal Ken Martin asked to their Radioman. (Eric Synder)

[Eric "X" Snyder]

Jimmy lit up a cigarette and looked around as all eyes laid on him.

"Me?" Jimmy asked, his voice muffled by the cigarette, pointing to himself. A couple of the soldiers laughed, signaling it was his turn.

"Uh...I was stationed with Able Company in Saigon for a couple years...about two," Jimmy muttered, going nostalgic. "Uh, we were ambushed and almost all killed. I was captured and thrown into a POW Camp. A couple friendlies captured the base and let me out.

After a Psyche evaluation, the medics thought it would be best I rest for a while, so...they sent me here."

Jimmy looked around at the soldiers and shrugged.

"You expecting something more?"

[Shogun Liquid©]

Most of the soldiers laughed at the comment, others remained quiet. After the rest of the soliders had introduced each other and bonded enough, one of them changed the subject, who turned out to be Private Patrick Delaney,

"So...Any you wussies know our beloved LT?"

"Nope, but I talked with one of the guys at the canteen," Corporal Michael Eben pipped, "They say he's a good guy, combat vet and all, but otherwise just regular grunt officer."

"So what? Is this guy gonna f*ck up if we get shot at?" Corporal Ken Martin asked rather agressively.

"Hell no, heard from one guy he managed to pull out his platoon in one piece from a hot LZ," Corporal Michael Eben replied to his fellow Corporal.

"Whatevah man, ain't gonna die for some wussie's mistake or something."

"What about the Sarge?" Private John Roberts asked.

"Whole different story," Private Henry O' Hara answered, the soldier who had been repremanded by the First Sergeant earlier back on the base.

"This guy's a f*cking maniac. He cut off the heads of one of those Vietcong guys and got himself a picture with his machete."

Corporal Ken Ken Martin burst out laughing. "Jesus H Christ!, everybody does that in Vietnam, hell, I got some pics of my self carrying around heads."

"They were f*cking alive Martin." Private Henry O' Hara said seriously. "The two heads he got pictured with were injured Vietcong. Soon to be dead but they were friggin alive man. They gurgled out some screams before the Sarge slowly took of their heads with his machete."

Suddenly, everbody became silent for a moment.

"Bullsh*t O'Hara." Corporal Ken Martin retorted. "I can believe your stories that the Sarge shot one of your guys for smoking weed, but I ain't gonna believe a tall tale story when I hear one."

O'Hara suddenly frowned.

"That's because you can't tell which is bulls*t Corporal,"

"Watch your mouth you mick, or I'll whoop your ass."

"Guys guys! Settle down, LT hear's us we're all going to have our asses whooped."

Everybody became quiet, and the boat continued onwards.


(OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Try to bond with the NPC's then I'll move onwards to the next chapter.)

[Eric "X" Snyder]

Jimmy looked at Ken Martin, the man who disbelieved O'Hara's story, and lent in close so only Martin could hear.

"You know, that really isn't that crazy," Jimmy whispered.

"Crazy?" Martin laughed. "No, it's not because it's not F**KING true!"

"Believe what you want," Jimmy sighed, a sad smile spreading on his face, "But I saw some f**ked up sh!t out there. When I was in the POW camp, they actually forced one of the inmates to eat his dead friend."

Ken stared at Jimmy in disgust, mistaking the smile as one of joy.

"Jesus Christ, man! No wonder the meds were worried about you! You are a f**king loon!"

Jimmy's face returned to the melancholy stare and he merely shrugged.

"If you say so," Jimmy sighed, going back to his smoke in silence.

After a few moments, Ken leaned in towards Jimmy and whispered to him.

"That's not really true, is it?"

Jimmy laughed, and blew out the smoke before replying.

"Yeah, it's true. And, the worst part of it was the guy was actually happy he was getting to eat. He didn't even care he was eating his friend."

Ken went back to his seat and stared at the sky.

"Wow, man," Ken muttered. "Wow...that's really f**ked up."

Jimmy smiled again, but didn't reply. He merely handed the man a cigarette and his lighter.

"Actually, I don't smoke," Ken replied sheepishly.

"Well, you do now," Jimmy replied. "You need a vice to make it through this sh!t."

Ken shrugged and took the smoke. On the first puff, he began coughing violently. Jimmy just smiled and tried to go to sleep.

[thegunny]

OOC: so is this pretty much dead?