The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford."
“We had no idea when you would be arriving, runners have been sent to inform the Generals.”
The two scout Humvee’s pulled to a screeching halt in front of Oceana’s BHC, two of the Marines jumped out and hustled into the clinic. Sergeant Cleo Taylor frantically looked for someone in authority, he approached one of the nurses, “Excuse me ma’am, we’re in from the field, Captain O’Hara sent us over to see your CO. Where can we find him?”
“Alright everyone pack out and gear up” Thompson ordered. All 20 of us stood up and walked to the armory. When we got to the armory where Garcia, Marshall, and Lucky were gearing up as well.” Where the heck were you at during the briefing.” Tank shouted sounding annoyed.
“Well Marine we are having you and your Alpha squad go to the down south part of Iraq there was a threat sent to the community and are snipers can track them down.”
"Lieutenant Richards!" one of my men saluted, drawing me out of my daydream. "One of the scouts have reported sightings of an abandoned camp. The Vietcong should be nearby."
“Let’s go,” He grabbed the jacket for his uniform and shut the door. I followed him out of our bunar, which was a really fancy building, and jumped onto our motorcycles. We drove to the main base that was a bunch of tents and planes on a really green field. As we walked to our planes I
“I had been driving by for a couple of years,” said Danielle. “I’ve always loved horses and I just wanted to call and see if I could volunteer here, mucking stalls or just learning about horses in general.”
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.
Where were these horses being kept before now? In Woodland, at a lady’s place who has land. She was charging $45 to store his horses on her land, but now she needs the space for her own personal use. So, he has to move the horses as soon as possible.