Lieutenant Steven Danielson and his team sat in the darkened team room. They were talking amongst themselves when Commander Tom McKasskill stepped into the room, “Lieutenant the CO is calling a staff meeting in five mikes you need to be there.” The team didn’t stand to attention when the Commander entered, they were an informal bunch. “Aye sir.” The Lieutenant said. “I’ll be right there.” “Looks like we’re going to find out what’s going on right Lt?” said Chief. “Let’s hope.” The Lt replied. Lieutenant Danielson headed to the head shed for the meeting once he arrived he noticed that not all of the teams CO’s were present. Some were being represented by the teams XO or senior NCO. As the Lt was studying the room Captain Rory the Special Operations Commander entered the conference room. The room was called to attention, Captain Rory responded, “At Ease, take your seats.” Captain Rory stood at the head of the large conference table; he looked around the room looking each man in the eyes. These men were considered the best-of-the-best the country had to offer, however he silently wondered if any of them were ready for the nightmare that was coming at them. “Good afternoon gentlemen,” Said Captain Rory. “I’m sure all of you see some of the missing faces and are wondering in general what the hell is going on.” The Captain was looking around the room studying faces. “I’m sure that many of you have noticed the missing faces in the room. Some of the men don’t live
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“Ok squad we just got word there is a small enemy outpost not far from here in the foothills, this is where most of the Taliban are staging when they attack this base. We are sending in just our squad for a quick in and out recon mission of the area," explains the Lt nodding his head rapidly.
General Magnus had promoted Lt Layton to full Colonel and made him his new Executive Officer/ the other one had been killed by a sniper a week earlier. General Magnus knew it was those SF bastards because the round was a .50 Caliber and had to have been fired from an M107 possibly a mile or so away. It gave everyone pause, thinking now that every single senior officer was a target. What they didn’t know was that it was one of the 28th ID scout platoons that took the shot. Some of them had gone to
Staring at the map and planning his next course of action, Nightburn had called a meeting of all his high-ranking officers, Sir Faine, Lady Sara, General Zhousbek, Ject, Ace, his assassination squad and personal bodyguards. His officers trailed into the room over the next few minutes with a group gathered near the door engaged in idle conversation, but all grew quiet when Nightburn directed his question to Ject. “Is everyone here?”
With various backgrounds, and personal experience they all brought an interesting perspective to the company. Ray Nance was one of the officers in the company, he was a soft-spoken man, but with I high intelligence he was proud to be an officer in the National Guard. At 28 years old he Remembers minutes before the boys getting on the landing craft. He went by and softly touched all of the 34 on the shoulder, as he puts it " a good bye to my men". He knew just as the captain knew, most of the boys wouldn 't make it off the beach. He wasn 't as scared for himself as he was for his men, as most leaders should be.
BG Lane and three of his senior staff meet with the Admiral and the respective Captains of the Iowa and Hornet. They met to discuss the battle plan and what BG Lane was going to need from the Navy, which was more than eager to help. The Admiral stated they didn’t sail this far, under these conditions, to sit on their ass and watch. The meeting lasted several hours, for the General and his staff, they were able to get a nice hot meal and a shower before heading back. General Lane was satisfied with the battle plan, he knew there were a hundred different ways it could go wrong, they had covered every contingency they could think of. It was time now to get back to his Marines and get them ready to go and prepared to move out.
They exited the vehicles and headed towards the Joint Chief of Staff’s conference room, once here Colonel Clayton began to set up to give his presentation, the same one he had given a dozen times for far. The conference room was standing room only, President Washington had ordered that anyone, within reason, was welcomed at the presentation, but there would only be seating for the President, Vice President, Speaker of the House and Senate, the Joint Chiefs and what cabinet members there were. If there was any seating left after that it was open to first come first serve or you could stand but there was only so much standing room. It took Colonel Clayton ten
BG Lane and three of his senior staff met with the Admiral and the respective Captains of the Iowa and Hornet. They met to discuss the battle plan and what BG Lane was going to need from the Navy, which was more than eager to help. The Admiral stated they didn’t sail this far under these conditions, to sit on their asses and watch. The meeting lasted several hours, but the General and his staff were able to get a nice hot meal and a shower before heading back. General Lane was satisfied with the battle plan. He knew there were a hundred different ways it could go wrong, yet they had covered every contingency they could think of. It was time now to get back to his Marines and get them ready to go and prepared to move out.
SNC brought his fire team leaders in for the full five paragraph order brief. SNC ensured each topic was covered with the exception of Coordinating Instructions, which was ommitted. SNC Mission Statement did not include an IOT. Immediately upon briefing his fire team leaders, SNC placed the squad in formation to step leaving no time for the fire team leaders to breif the remainder of the squad. This left some confusion amoungst the remainder of the squad when they made contact with the enemy. SNC allowed the terrain to dictact movement and did not correct dispersion of the squad as they moved in a single file toward the objective. SNC gave a portion of ADDRAC. After assaulting through the enemy the squad quickly moved to a hasty 180, 360, and
There was a crowd waiting for them it was like everyone knew they were coming here. Major General Tuttle made his way through the crowd and welcomed the A-Team to Fort Gordon. Captain Ellerson reached into his pocket, pulled out a letter to the post commander and handed it to him. “What’s this?” MG Tuttle asked.
Passing the Jefferson Memorial he headed over the Potomac River and on to the Pentagon. The front gate of the parking lot offered the usual credential check and let him on through. Closing in on five is this place was starting to buzz with activity. This was normal shift time for the military in a facility that never closed. Again he found his reserved parking space near the front it even had his name on a sign Reserved Gen. Hunter. He wondered whose name would be on it tomorrow, people and officers are always falling in and out of favor. His replacement would be up to General Armstrong he had made his recommendations to him but that didn't mean much. The Military was politics and vice versa. The General was a good man and valued his advice
“Ah you’re finally back” he was greeted by two friendly faces John and Kyle, they were a few years both older and more experienced than him. “You took your time down there. Get scared or something?" Andrew was the newest guard squad here as he had just come of age to join them, never having done anything like this before as he had only been on the job for around two weeks. Before this, he was working as a waiter at the local bar lounge area. His friends found it amusing to tease him about not being as good or as fast as the others yet.
SNC passed all of the requisite information during his brief. He lost his train of thought during one portion, but maintained a solid command voice and eye contact with his FT. Although SNC briefed that the mission of the FT was to take information found (a map) back to the CP, they did not take the map when they stepped off. On contact with the enemy, and with a FT member requiring aid, SNC superbly displayed the fighter/leader concept. With one of the FT members rendering aid to the casualty, SNC immediately took his remaining FT member and assaulted through the enemy position neutralizing any remaining threat. With no further threat the FT consolidated near the casualty and SNC told them to fireman-carry him. When the FT members disregarded his command and chose the chair-carry instead, SNC once again ordered one FT member to fireman carry the
Jonas stood in the control room of his submarine. He exited and started towards the conference room. Upon arrival, he turned the lights turn on, and six men wearing matching suits entered the room after him. A minute passed, and David Webb the second in command and his closest confidant walked in.