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“Well, Soldier? Let’s get a move on! We’re marching out of here at 0800, we should get to the grounds at 1200.”

“When you have discovered her we solicit that you inform us instantly of her location. Lt. Marshall is to persuade her to return to Sacramento with Sac PD on an investigation.”

Sergeant Major Valliant was happy to finally receive a tasking; he got Alpha Company, 2nd Battalion, 501st PIR to give up a platoon to escort himself and General Cook out to the transportation museum. They loaded up several of the armored Humvees that had M-249 MG mounted in their turret. The others were loaded in old M-35 2.5 tom trucks, each one of them had M-2 .50 Caliber MG mounted in their turrets.

"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.

“Yes, sir,” says the second in command wondering to himself how they would be able to take care of this mess in the timeframe the LT demanded.

“It’s been an honor serving with you my friends.” Commander Shepard says as the Teeth Monster devours the whole entire chopper in one bite.

He then cross leveled all personnel and equipment, maneuvered the vehicles into their positions, and sent all reports to the squadron headquarters. He did all of this without me, his platoon sergeant. He understood the mission, commander’s intent, key tasks, implied tasks, and he took the initiative to complete the mission. He could have just as easily stood by the vehicles and waited for me to finally get there.

It could be seen from the vehicle that most buildings were either abandoned or had been ravaged by looters. Seeing that, his men were running hungrily towards the building. Several blocks away Vern spotted a group of men in khaki shirts and leggings, hungrily gulping down the stolen contents of what looked to be a small service station. They were no doubt his fellow countrymen and in breach of orders. It was his duty to command them to stop and report the incident to his superiors. Considering their hunger, he mercifully turned a blind

Eugene took the spy glass in hand. “Yep. They are looking up here sure enough. Some of them are rushing to their snowmobiles. They plan on coming up here ASAP.” Luke bent forward and brushed the snow off the snowmobile seat. Eugene did the same. “We have to get the hell out of here and now. When we get to the top of the ridge, call your dad on the walkie and tell him to have Walter get the plane ready to fly out. Tell him the rangers know we are here and are after us.”

“No, take it down and get it sent out, then read it and come back and talk to me. Also, set up a radio conference with myself and the General at seventeen hundred our time.”

The day was Thursday, March 9th. The time was 10:45 a.m. Amid my engineering class fifth period I was exceedingly enthusiastic about my trip to the Naval Surface Warfare Center where I would shadow a profession that I was particularly interested in. My father picked me up at around eleven o’clock to drive me into Philadelphia to meet up with the man that I was shadowing.

SPC Betancourt set himself apart from his peers by selflessly dedicating over 100 hours of his personal time to setting up, cleaning and maintaining the United Service Organization's facility during OEF XIV- XV at Bagram Airforce Base, Afghanistan. His contributions to the USO allowed Soldiers from all areas of Afghanistan to communicate with their families, friends and utilize their free time in a comfortable establishment while deployed in a combat

I have one more request for the Soldiers on the 35th CAB; give COL Hausman, the dedication, work ethic, and professional courtesy you gave

“You will accompany me to the Silver Talon. I want all my best fighters with me, in case of attack. They will not take my flag ship without losing every soldier they have.” At least that would be a certainty, Nightburn mused.

Occasionally heroes will make a mistake. When Henry and his men were falling back from the front lines in their ambulances, they found two engineering sergeants near the road, picked them up and continued on their way. Later, the ambulances