See earlier details in posts names after the three Lts.
Lt Nightingale
‘Lt, Jensen says he got jets coming in fast and close. ‘ Shit I thought, its about to get real that crazy bastard will get us all killed. I yell out to all those in range ‘Pull back 50 yards on the double, and heads down!’
The heady brew of fuel, foliage and bodies is a stomach churner, and 5 minutes later the area is rocked by that and the searing heat. Way to damn close for comfort. ‘Up and at them, while they are hurting.’
The thing about fighting probably in any war was the unfair advantage. Today was our day. These bastards wanted a stand up fight. They figured, trenches and a lot of guns would be the game changer. Ding, ding, ding. Wrong. We will lay more hate faster than you ever can. You dumb bastards ought to just quit and let this be over. But something sadly tells me that ain’t gunna happen. They got religion. They got the wrong religion today. If they have a maker they about to meet him. Yeah I’m in that frame of mind, and I think the boys are too.
My boys rush forward, close quarters, smooth and fast. Double tapping everything, dead or wounded. Its all getting the love.
Of course just as we pick up a head of steam is when we take a lot of fire. I mean just how many are there on this dam hill? ‘Corporal – 155’s request grid reference I6, repeat it back and go, go.’ He does so and I shit you not. 45 second later they make it rain. The jungle ahead explodes. God its beautiful, glorious to watch. Suck it gook. 2 minutes later we move up and finish what the Queen of the battlefield started.
We press on along the ridge line heading right through the base, clearing huts, tunnels and trenches. The resistance now its nothing. Nothing. Just like that poof gone. That was, for once, a real battle. A stand up, knock ’em down, kick them in the nuts fight. Eat it.
Lt Jensen
After calling in the air strikes, one would have thought that Jensen would rush the hill and clear the gooks out.
Ahead he could see the rising slope, and suspect there was either a lot more killing to be done or boobie traps to be avoided. The boys blood was up after losing so many men. He had to calm everyone down. It was way too quiet up ahead. ‘All right, listen up, Sarge, take a squad and medic and skirt the edge of the base. Rest of you with me low and slow.’
Jensen could not name the feeling. However the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He slowly dropped back to the tail end of his squad. Pausing, every now and then. There.
There it was.
A sneaky little bastard. Hmm. He smiled, leant his M16 against a tree and simultaneously pulled his canteen and his knife at the same time. The gook rushed him, wanting the close up kill and probably his private parts. Jensen turned to face the ‘hero’. Dropped the canteen and lunged forward. Slashing and stabbing before the soldier could even get a shot off or stab with the huge makeshift bayonet.
Then Jensen was on top. Stabbing, in a blind red haze of hate fuelled rage. 2,4, 10, twenty times. “Lt, Lt!!” The sarge dragged him off. ‘Jesus Jensen, WTF.’ Jensen looked down at the mangled corpse, and his hands, arms and probably face covered in blood. Jensen spat and said, ‘He was looking for trouble he found it. ‘ Jenson grabbed the dead VC’s hat and wiped himself down, kicked the body savagely one last time, and simply said ‘move out.’ And marched away.
Lt Anders
You would think with the volume of fire, and maybe the time elapsed that I was not doing my job. I was. We were killing gooks at a clip. Hell even daddy would be proud. But they kept coming. It was not until my senior sergeant decided to re appear and attack from the rear that we finally cleared the last of them out. They never ran. They fought to the last man. They died bravely, if not stupidly.
This was a new war. No more hit and fade. Life was about to get very interesting. Mused Lt Anders. The Sarge, walked up and said to me ‘well I’ll be damned you are still alive, welcome to the world son.’
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