Spearhead Base: A Narrative Fiction

Lt. replied with, “That will be an option once we confirm it is an isolated enemy outpost.”

“No ma’am we’ll wait outside with our vehicles if it’s all the same. Captain O’Hara did tell them help would be out there no more than two hours and he would be back

“Acknowledged. Delta get ready we’re almost at the LZ!” Rex ordered. His squad jumped up and grabbed their gear which was spread across the ship. They all checked the power on their weapons and checked the communication links between their

“I want every damn medic we got in camp here now! I want every town doctor over here ASAP. I don’t give a rat’s ass what any medical personnel is doing right now!” the LT barks at his second in command who tries not to throw up on his shoes.

“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.”

He said something along the lines of “Men its Christmas time take this time and spend it well with your loved ones don’t take it for granted because you never know what’s waiting for the future” then he finally says the words we were waiting for “We will be deploying in February of 2003” even though we kind of knew it felt like someone just threw a bucket of ice cold water on me. There were many mixed feeling a lot of us at the moment were excited because this was what we have been training for the past years but then realized that at one point we would have to leave our families but that this time we would not have an exact date of return. When the Battalion Commander informed us that day he said that we could be gone from six months to one year or maybe even more. That was the Fasted 20 days of my life it seemed like I had just signed out on leave. Finally the day comes we say goodbye our families and head off. After many hours of traveling we land in Kuwait were we were fitted with new body armor and drew an ungodly amount of ammunition more than double the basic combat load, Anti-Tank 4 (AT4), grenades and much more. We sat in Kuwait till around the 3rd of March 2003 we move to a Parting Zone in Kuwait. We crammed a whole Squad with Ruck sacks Assault Packs and all other extra Equipment in to one Black Hawk helicopter I can’t remember the way the other Soldiers in my Squad were but I was in the Black Hawk with my chest stuck to the top of the Black Hawk. We finally land in An Najaf and when the doors open we spill out like blobs on the ground the moment we get our composer we start receiving incoming enemy fire we rush to

“Are these people insane?” I ask Commander Winters. Were standing on top of a raised platform behind a line of soldiers armed with stun sticks,

“COMMANDER WERE HEADING STRAIGHT TOWRDS THE MIDDLE THE “GRAVITATIONAL PULL IS GETTING STRONGER AS WE GET CLOSER” Sargent Jimmy Yelled

With a hissing shift in the fuselage airlock, a Templar Lieutenant presented himself from the cockpit. Bracing himself against either side of the airlock doorway, he briefly cast his gaze over the squad of Marines before him. Giving an informal regard for Oberyn and Animus, he relayed the mission parameters.

“Each of you brought with you your weapon of choice. That is good. Your swords and hammers will do well in close up combat.” Allanon pushed his hair back. “There are rumors that three of the trackers carry bow and arrows, so we have a supply of shields to help protect us from them.”

“Out on the runway, the battalion assembled. It was a day none of us ever wanted to come. We were there to say goodbye to our brother.

“The Conquerers coordinates are on the screen. Take her there gently Ristev, I don't want this ship to fall apart before we complete the mission.”

“Jimmy, get on the radio and let the Tactical Operations Center (TOC) know we have completed

“So what’s the deal, Cap? You not gonna unwind a little bit while we’re here?”

“Not until we find the enemy’s headquarters,” said Mongs. “And it’s up to the Ikarus army to do that, General.”