Weasel was amazed, his jaw still open from stevens's storm of anger as he walked out. "aha! you got yelled at!" Weasel was acting like a child. "Am I the onlt one who isnt all emotionally f*cked up?! God, yall laugh more, get a great laugh at one of those commies' head explodin into yellow and red chunks, laugh at when Morgan....or Howard beat the crap out of me! thats some funny sh*t!" he walked out and saw Morgan talking with stevens, Prolly b*tchin over havin a sentimental objet from a guy he thinks he let die, I KILLED HIM, I dont get why he wont understand that. He walked back in, "dude, Grendel, you are an *sshole,but I think youre entitled to hear about what happened between me, Stevens and this Roland You've heard about. Well it started on the truck pn our way here, I saw Roland talkin with Stevens about his coin and that pistol he always got, the m1911 he calls it. Roland was a brave man, a noble man, i respect im, something rare in my case, most of the men here have earned my respect, now this sounds stupid saying a private doesn't respect his supiorors, well I dont. Anyway when we got here, we slept for one night, next early that morning Me and Roland got up, the sound of Chinese bugals soundin loud. We went out to the tenches, a three hour battle, fine for the first hour, but after I ran out of ammo on my good ol' ten-mil I threw it at them along with two det packs, at the time, I didnt realize that the detonation triggers were tied to those two packs, I have three packs. I pulled the trigger and heard beeping from my bag, the other charge, I threw it and it blew my left ear almost all off" he pointed to his ear, "I was real pissed and was standing up in the trenches, a bullet tore through my cheek" he pointed to the stiches on his cheek, "thats when we were bombed by artillary, shrapnel went into my ribs, Roland was farther up than me, he got knocked back by the explosions and hit a rock I think. i only had one stimpak, still with every drug in it, and crawled to him, my ear and mouth bleeding, and njected the stimpak into 'em, I passed out. Stevens dragged him back first and then me. Roland woke up first and apperently got back into the battle, he faced up against some soldiers with incediaries I guess. When I woke up the battle was over, I saw some medics carrying Roland's body back, his legs looked like beef jerky. Thats it really, the 'epilogue' is I asked Morgan for Stevens to be promoted, not myself, he misunderstood me, and hit my face when I was off guard." He laughed, "Then you came, and replaced Roland in my bunk....d*ck, I dont want him to know i told you, but feel sympathy, we lost a friend in battle." Weasel left, flicking everyone off behind his back as he went through the "doorway". He went into his bunk and looked at his picture of Maddie, he fished through his apperently endless bag and removed a black journal, notes sticking out on every page, he read a page, and began to cry. Maddie, I dont think I'll come home, if your'e reading this I'm either dead or safe in your arms right now, I wanted to tell you, I bought a house back on St. Simons where we grew up together. Its all paid for, I know your'e pregnant, raise our kid in a nice place. And if he or she ever asks where I am say "He's in heaven, watching over you, protecting you" please dont destroy yourself by drinking, raise that kid, tell him or her stories about me, about brave old dad...

Alright I'm gonna be gone by friday with my girlfriend at hotel, who wont let me near her laptop (computer for the love of god!), so next to last post probably, yay! im gonna be in a hotel full of high school chicks (Im 14)who play.... eeerm.......shhhhhhhhhh, her uuuh team, yeaaa, haha, post 101 and i pretty much did a recap

Gunny trudged through the snow patrolling the trenches further toward the remaining bunkers along the lines. Little word had been heard from the nearest bunker acouple of miles out. Soon smoke could be seen rising in the air. Gunny ran the rest of the way to the bunker. There were dead men everywhere, American and Chinese alike. The place still smelled like blood and gunpowder. A noise drew the Sergeant's attention. It was coming from one of the Machine gun Pill boxes. A few american soldiers lay against the wall. One looked up at Gunny's entrance.

"Thankgod Reinforcements!" The wounded soldier said..

"Huh? I'm alone.." Gunny replied.

"Then no one got the message before they knocked out our comms??" the soldier looked crestfallen. "The enemy will strike again by nightfall, and we are stretched thin here. There are like 6 other soldiers held up along the trench!"

Gunny looked out the hole into the sky. Then handed his M60 to the man. "Use this if they come back, the weight will slow me down. I'll get you the reinforcements!" Gunny turned and sprinted back down the trenchline toward his squadmates.

It will take me acouple hours but I'll get them here before night!!

Weasel saw gunny running back from wherever he was, he didnt have his m60. Gunny was running to the commander's hut(!!!), Weasel ran along side him, "Sir, where's your gun? Whats going on???" weasel ran back into his bunk...

seen any scifi movies like that???? hmmm, oh and i just thought about this, Weasel was bunking with Roland before, correct?

Sergeant Morgan was walking around the trench, as he saw Sergeant "Gunny", rush into the officer's hut (Not Bunk), morgan knew something was up, and he needed to what it was. He saw weasel walk after him, but morgan pushed him to the side, as he entered the officer's hut. Morgan looked over at Gunny, "What on the hot phone's today boys!", morgan took a drag of his cigarette, as Gunny began to speak...

Stevens was walking along the top of the trenches on the inner side of the complex when he noticed Gunney and Weasel running past him. "What's going on?" He yelled. Seeing that they didn't hear him, he jumped off of the trench line, and bolted after them, catching up just outside the command building. He waited outside the building, keeping his guard up. Morgan rushed past him and ran into the Command building as well. "Somebody must be having one hell of a party," He muttered.

As Pvt. Gursky was lighting a cgar he saw a cple of soldiers runnng past. He grabbed his coat and with his cigar in his mouth walked over slwly. As he got clser he saw "Gunny" taking to an officer. He walked over to Sgt. Morgon and said "What the hell is going on?"

Luke walked out of the Mess Hall and was about to tell the other guys that there was some Hot Chocolate in there, when he saw all of them following Gunny. He dropped his cup and followed them.

OCC: This is just to let everyone know that I want them posting 1-2 posts from this point on, until me and sidewynder move the story on. Thanks

Morgan leaned against the wall, as "Gunny" spoke, he took a drag off his cigarette finishing it, and quickly pulling another as "Gunny" continued to speak...

this rp is dying....

sorry i cant really post anything until gunny finally talks

The squad gathered around the entrance to the Command Bunker. Gunny looked out the window into the sky and continued his rant to command.

"Listen I was there myself. They are almost completely wiped out and if someone doesn't help them then... It's game over.... Sir!" Gunny stood at a crisp attention as he heard commands reply.

"I am not send my troops to another defensive line on a SERGEANTS word!" Howard turned away from Gunny to look out over the snow fields.

Gunny began to turn a deep shade of red. "Permission to speak sir!" The Commander didn't even turn his head "Permission Denied Sergeant! Dismissed."

"Respectfully Sir! Go screw!" Gunny spun around and pushed his way through the crowd. He made his way to the armor Bunker but was stopped by the Marshal at the door. "Move!" The marshall began to say something until Gunny knocked him out with a right hook.

Gonna take hell for this one... The Sergeant came out with a bag full of goodies with a serious look on his face. The group had began to gather around him at this point.

"I'm going back to that trenchline, anyone who wants to come with me your more than welcome. But expect command to not be happy.." Gunny began his jog down the trenchline as Commander Howard appeared at the door to the Command Bunker. "Dam*it SERGEANT!!!"

"Sir, I couldn't possibly get b*tched at anymore, I"m following you, no men die if theres a way to help them" Weasel gave Gunny a sulute, HAVE I BEEN BROKEN BY THe MILITARY?! NEVER! Weasel looked through the rest of the soldiers, he could tell they were afraid, of what was there or of command, he was afraid too, but he knew everyone can be scared, it depends on wheter or not they can fight that fear "Whats the situation?"...

Corporal Grendel pulled back the slide on his desert eagle, and slid it into his holster. He pumped his Frenchi SPAS 12 Shotgun, and followed after the few soldiers who were heading out. Gunny was just the kind of sergeant Wallus wanted to be like. And he would be damn sure to be a sergeant before this war was over.

Stevens was amazed at the Sergeants response to his denial. THAT was the definition of hardcoe. "Alright, I'm in too. But it's your call. Do you want me here on sniper support, or mixing it up with you?" Stevens unholstered his pistols, checking the slides of his father's P230, and Roland's M1911. They were still in perfect condition. Glancing down at his uniform, he saw the bronze medal hanging limply off of his chest, with Roland's coin dangling beside it. He grabbed the medal, and pulled it away, tossing it back in the general direction of Commander Howards and the bunker. When this is done with, Gunney gets that medal, not me. "Well sir," He said, still running alongside Gunney, and silencing the rest of the squad with a short motion. They didn't seem to have noticed him with the medal which was fine in his books. "I think I have a plan. Weasel go grab a set of civvy clothes, time to play dress-up army style. The plan is to make Weasel look like a beat to crap Civvy, If there are any chinese there they won't shoot him thanks to the Geneva protocol. He will be our scout, and inform us of any obstacles. Shortly afterwards we enter and follow you to the bunker, and save those men. Sound good to you, sir?" Stevens waited for a reply while the sergeant thought it over. "It's the best I've got, but it has worked before sir. You have my word that this one can and will do the job." Stevens thought about his war before this one. "Unless, of course, you just want to charge in, which would be a nice change from the usual party scheme."

He spent four consecutive years in a poor part of Europe guarding trade caravans. He was in some sort of forest, when his squad found an allied base that was torn to shreds. He came up with the idea to walk in their dressed as a civilian, and look for any signs of life. He found a squad of disorganized troops, which held him at gunpoint for nearly an hour. Every time a man looked like he was going to shoot, Stevens yelled with confidence, "Are you really sure that you want to piss of Geneva?" Their leader tried to point out that their was no escape, saying,"Who would ever know? We are in the middle of nowhere." "Big brother would," Stevens replied. Who the hell is this Big Broth---" As he said that a shot rang out as a bullet tore through the leaders brain. "Thats who." Within seconds his old squad had the enemies on the ground surrendering. Good times.

"Sweet, as long as I'm armed I'm fine, but i have no knowledge on the Chinese launguage" he put on the civilian clothes, "Umm Gunny, I dont even have a sidearm, I have a pipe and a R9" Gunny nodded and tossed him an M19, Weasel put it in his holster and applied an extra effort to cover it up, over the armor he kept on under the clothes. He took his bandanna off and unrolled it, there was a peice of steel he used in close fights for head-butting. He thought for a minute gow to keep it on im, and picked up a straw hat, covering his hair and eyes, as well as the bandanna. "OH look I'm an asian!"

THAT was my last post

Corporal Wallus had not been paying attention, and had finally begun to watch the action as it proceeded.
"What the hell are we doing?" said the Corporal, watching as Weasel changed his uniform.

"Looks like im going to patch you guys up." Give me a second to grab some medical supplies and I will go." Pvt. Gursky said. He then jogged to his bunk and grabbed a few chems and his tools. He then grabbed his 44. holister and put it around his waist. Then he put of his heavy coat and said "Power armour will just slow me down." He then ran back to Gunny.

OCC: Weasel will be an NPC controlled by me and sidewynder until nolandboy returns

Sergeant Morgan looks at Steven's for confused and angered look, "What the hell do you think this is, some town or forrest? NO its a god dam* front line TRENCH, we are'nt even close to a town or city...", morgan looked at weasel, "Get your gear on, and get back here!", weasel knoded and returned to his bunk, quickly getting his gear on.

Morgan looked at the rest of the squad, "This is War, NOT some dress-up party, we've got a job to do and from what I've seen, the chinese dont care who is out here on the front, whether it be a medic or a nurse, they'll shoot everyone... Keep that in mind", morgan finished talking, as weasel came back in his gear and the squad was off to rescue the injured men...

OCC: That included's everyone. Every person who is posting is with us going to help the wounded men in the bunker. thanks

Stevens looked at the Sergeant dejectedly. "Sir, it was just an idea. We need to be sure of what we are up against. If you want, I will go ahead and scout it out sir." Stevens wasn't sure why the sergeant was so quick to shoot down the idea. There were a ton of workers that made deliveries to the mess hall everyday. And he was sure that a worker wouldn't be shot, especially if that worker was being watched by an entire squad. So neither of his arguements carried much weight. It was possible that he was just seriously pissed off at Howards again. Oh well, We're screwed no matter what, so might as well follow them into hell.






(OOC: Well that went exactly according to my plan. You just didn't realize it.)

Grendel watched as the dejected Weasel put his fatigues back on. Grendel slung the shotgun back over his shoulder and sighed. Another day. Another day.
"When do I get to blow some brains apart, Sergeant? I've been here half a day and I haven't even seen a red!"

"Man, thought this would been fun" Weasel looked at Grendel, "I'm gonna agree with sunshine here, where are those dod d*mned reds?!"

im back! do the chinese have power armor? what kind?

Closed at the OP request so he can concentrate on a new RP.