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‘Blasted rain and cold!’ Jack sneered, peering through the fogged up window of their jeep with his beady eyes as it bumped along the dirt track.
‘Could be worse’ Alec said, scratching the top of his reddish-blonde hair and looking up from the map draped over his knees in the front seat ‘could be windy.’
‘If Neil has anything to do with it’ll most certainly be bloody windy!’ he grunted, shooting a dirty look toward the mousy haired man in the back as the jeep sank into a deep puddle of muddy brown water, splashing up the side.
‘Why is it whenever we get sent somewhere, its either cold and raining, or bloody hot! For once I wish they’d send us somewhere with a nice climate!’
‘Well when they want us to infiltrate Devon Jack, I’m sure they’ll let us know’ Neil chuckled from the rear of the jeep. Winter was definitely on its way, they hadn’t faced snow yet, but recently the temperature had dropped drastically and had been coupled with freezing rain.
The jeep bungled along the muddy track, bouncing through almost every pothole that existed. The fat tires were all that stopped it sinking into the soft mud, evidence of tanks recently passing by were also present, visible by the heavy imprints their treads had left behind.
‘Jesus Christ Geordie! At least try and avoid the bloody holes!’
‘Ah stuff it!’ Geordie barked, ruffling some blonde hair away from his forehead and swinging the wheel from side to side to avoid a small crater filled with water, ‘not exactly the World Rally this like!’
‘Face it Geordie! If we all drove the way you did, we’d never get anywhere on time!’ Geordie said nothing, but gave Jack his response with a suitable hand signal. Alec switched from scanning the map to observing their surroundings,
‘Where’s that GPS thing?’ he said, struggling to determine their position by any natural landmarks around them.
‘Neil’s got his fat arse on the box!’ Jack said turning to him. Neil looked at him with an expression of annoyance,
‘Aye that I am, because a certain someone decide to stick his gear on the only other seat in the bloody jeep!’
‘That’s because if you bloody fart again it’ll get circulated around by the heater! Seriously I thought a friggin CS canister had gone off the last time you let one rip!’
‘Neil? Pass the GPS forward!’
‘Aye right!’ he said, pushing himself up to pull out the metal box he was using as a seat. Struggling to stop his head whacking against the roof of the cabin he leant onto his rucksack for support as he flipped open the two metal latches. Opening the box he grabbed the small drab-olive Trimble Scout and passed it forward via Jack, to Alec.
‘You actually figure out how to use that thing yet Al?’ Geordie muttered as he swerved to avoid another crater but instead plunged the left side into a trench of stones before pulling back onto the track.
‘Not really’ Alec murmured, turning on the power and pressing the buttons below the display screen, ‘I go with electrical things in the same way Marmite goes with ice cream, you just don’t do it.’
‘That’s convincing!’ Neil shouted from the back, ‘lost in the middle of nowhere and he doesn’t know how to work the bloody GPS!’
‘Play with it long enough something’ll work’ Alec replied managing to get co-ordinates and then plot them on the map. ‘Don’t want to be a killjoy,’ he muttered ‘but we actually should have stopped about half mile back there’ thumbing back along the track.
‘Are you taking the piss?’
‘Not really’
‘Bugger!’ Geordie cried, ‘we’ll have to fucking walk now! I’m not turning this thing around on this track’
‘Pull it up over there!’ Jack said, pointing toward a small flat, grassy area on the right hand side of the road.
‘Aye, right’ said Geordie, slowing down and steering onto it, the jeep’s suspension absorbing the little bumps before the vehicle came to a stop. Geordie turned off the engine, leaving only the lashing rain to make any sound.
‘All right get the kit out of the back and get you’re waterproofs on!’
Neil buried his arms into each rucksack and handed out the waterproof ponchos. Jack pulled his own from the rucksack on the seat next to him. It was difficult to pull them on inside a cramped vehicle whilst sitting down, but they were prepared to suffer it rather than get soaked pulling them on. Next they checked their weapons. Alec pulled up his gun from the foot well, a Heckler and Koch 53, a larger version of the famous MP5. He checked the chamber to make sure there was a round loaded before gripping the magazine and giving it a tug to make sure it was firmly locked in place.
‘All right then! Let’s get it over with!’
‘Bloody rain!’ Geordie snorted,
‘We’re Marines mate! Being wet is part of the job description!’ Neil called, unlocking and pushing open the tailgate of the jeep. The door swung to the side as Neil jumped out onto the soaking grass, his boots making a squelching sound as he landed. Grabbing his rucksack, Jack opened his door and stepped out, closing it behind him as he pulled the rucksack on. Alec and Geordie also climbed out of the front, pulling up the hoods of their ponchos and pulling on boonie hats to help keep the rain off.
Alec made his way to the rear of the jeep, hanging his weapon around his neck and shoulders by the camouflaged sling attached to it. ‘Al! Make sure you’ve got the gimpy!’ Jack called,
‘Aye aye!’ he replied, looking along the soaked route they had to cover before leaning inside the rear of the jeep to grab his rucksack. Pulling it on he made sure the straps were tightly secured before leaning back into the vehicle to grab the GPMG resting by the raised wheel well.
The gun weighed just over 20lbs and could be supported on a bipod that hung below the barrel. Being belt-fed, it was able to take long belts of 7.62 ammunition linked together, allowing for longer periods of sustained fire than a magazine would. Alec pulled the weapon across the metal floor of the jeep toward him before reaching out for two steel boxes, each containing a hundred rounds in total, split into two separate belts of fifty.
Opening each box he grabbed three belts and slung them from his neck. They were heavy, but not uncomfortable. He loaded the fourth into the gun, opening the feed tray cover and pushing the first round of the belt into the chamber. Once firmly positioned he closed the cover, banging it down with his fist before cocking it.
Closing his right hand around the pistol grip and his left around the carry handle he hauled the gun up and out into the rain, stepping away from the jeep as Geordie closed the door. Jack and Neil pulled a camouflage net entwined with leaves over the jeep to help conceal it. But should it be found there would be no way to trace it back to the UK. All of its serial numbers and identification markings had been thoroughly removed prior to their journey to prevent it being associated with anyone.
‘All right! Let’s get moving!’ Jack called, resting his M16A2 across on top of his webbing pouches to take some of the weight off his arms. Jack was roughly the same height as Alec but with light brown hair. His decision for using an M16 was because it could be equipped with the M203 under-barrel grenade launcher, something that could prove very useful against lightly armoured vehicles or targets. Neil, tall and skinny with unruly mousy hair was their radioman. He carried a HK53 carbine like the one Alec and Geordie were using.
Geordie, with his rough blonde beard and his bulky body looking near round in his poncho, was also carrying a disposable Light Armour Weapon also know as a LAW, a precaution in case they encountered any armour vehicles.
They plodded their way along the muddy track, sticking to the wet grass instead whenever they could to avoid sinking into the mud. With Alec keeping an eye on the GPS they reached their intended starting point, turning to their right and pushing through the ferns and bushes into the soaking wet forest.
The forest was little improvement from being out in the open, water dripping down from the leaves and branches almost as heavy as the rain that lashed into the canopy above. They were quiet as they moved, keeping a constant lookout in all directions, though they weren’t particularly expecting to run into Serb troops out here.
A crack of thunder rolled overhead, Geordie grumbling something under his breath and pulling the drawstring of his poncho hood tight, replacing his boonie hat upon his head. His appearance now resembled a plump and camouflaged beekeeper, minus the protective netting. They slumped on, determined but miserable, not even their ponchos were enough to keep them dry for long. Alec had always disliked tough waterproof material, due to the difficulty of movement and the awkward scratching sound it would sometimes make.
The worst though was not so much the lashing rain above the trees or the cold, but the large drops of water that fell from the branches and, as fate would have, always landed through an opening in their ponchos, soaking them with icy water. It was difficult to move as well, the forest floor was mostly mud and dirt at this time, pine needles mixed with it, their feet sinking deep as they trudged through, struggling to pull free when they became momentarily stuck.
Alec longed for them to reach this camp they were looking for and skipping glances at his Trimble Scout, found that they were closing on the designated position of it. But, the rugged, wet and muddy conditions made the journey seem far longer than it should be and on top of that, they had stopped numerous times to scan their surroundings whenever they had heard movement or noises.
Finally the weather seemed to have taken a break, the rain becoming a light drizzle but to their annoyance, the drips from the trees still remained, tormenting them like small icy insects.
Alec glanced down at his Trimble Scout again to find that they were within half of mile of where the camp should be. Sure enough, as they closed the distance they could hear voices carried on the breeze and the sounds of vehicle engines. They moved carefully and swiftly, keeping out of sight as they reached a thinning area of trees. Soon they were slinking through low bushes and ferns, saplings and fallen trees. The ground here was grassier rather than muddy so at least they weren’t sinking into it, but rather slipping instead.
Finally Jack stopped moving in low as the others stopped beside him, Alec setting up an arc of rearward cover. They were perched on a small hilltop, trees behind them and the camp, bustling with Serb soldiers and light vehicles below them. They were concealed from view by the ferns but had a good vantage point in order to mark out an attack from.
Jack summoned Alec over. Moving back slowly and scanning the direction he was looking in he stepped into the small ditch they were using for cover. The ditch was soaking wet and cold, but given their situation and as the only piece of valuable cover, they weren’t complaining. ‘Okay then,’ Jack started, pulling out a map covered in a clear waterproof sheet of plastic. The map was a basic layout of what the camp was believed to contain. Jack set down his weapon and raised himself to observe the area below them.
‘Right’ he continued, settling back down ‘this map is pretty accurate. Two stone structures side by side, a shed, tents, trucks and jeeps. Now the target building is this one here,’ he pointed to the larger of the two rectangles marked in blue on the map. ‘According to our intelligence, this is the building in which the meet will take place. Now our target is supposed to arrive in…’ he looked down at his watch, pulling back his dripping sleeve to reveal its face. ‘Roughly four hours. Now we’ve been told to wait approximately one hour after his arrival before attempting the snatch. Until that time we take turns on watch, two at a time. Al? Geordie? You take first watch, Neil and I will relieve you in one hour.’
He looked around, ‘Geordie you cover our left flank,’ he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb ‘Al you cover the right. Get your camo nets on and keep quiet.’
They each pulled a rolled up camouflage net from their rucksacks and pulled them over their bodies to conceal them better. Alec made sure the bipod of his machine gun was secure on the ground before tugging the net up and over his body as he lay there, leaving a small gap just above his eyes to provide a clear line of sight.

Have you ever read "The Things they Carried?"
Its a good book about the Vietnam war and the wars in general, and how they affect some one.

When does the story get to the part when they in downtown Saigon and barter the price of a prostitute with her pimp and she says, "Me love you long time" ? when?

GravyDan wrote:

I liked the part about the transexual robot with erectile disfunction that I am going to assume is in the story because this post is longer than the bible.

LOL! That made my day.

A cold winter's night in Southern 'Nam? Whatch you talkin' about?
A decent read though.

Last edited by Superior Mind (2008-12-03 22:40:45)