World At War!!!!!

[Easthaven I]

I've actually been working on an installment but I have writer's block for this story. I need to watch a war movie or something to get in the mood of modern warfare. I'm still stuck with ancient battlefields and such...

Thanks for the feedback!

[Easthaven I]

The Citadel

PFC Jamison huddled behind the white bullet-holed building. He tapped the soldier behind him and he then sprinted to a pile of rubble 20 yards away. The next soldier tapped the one after him and sprinted to the same rubble and fell beside Jamison.

Jamison squinted towards the Citadel searching for one of his own. He looked to his side, and Gonzales was there staring back, panting quietly…his face soot-covered.

“Ok bro, seems pretty quiet. I’m gonna make a run up the hill and to the trench. Be sure no japs hit my ass, eh?” Whispered PFC Jamison. Gonzales nodded.

Jamison got up and sprinted forward. All of a sudden bullets began ripping at his feet, ricocheting off the ground all around him. He dove to another pile of rubble at the bottom of the hill.

“EAGLE EAGLE!!!” He cried out desperately, cowering down, hugging the earth below as bullets whizzed by.

A few seconds passed in silence then came…

“BALD!” From up above.

PFC Jamison clenched his teeth in frustration.

“The purpose of the password is to cry out before coming into our field of fire!” came the call from above.

Jamison thought for a moment, he had a point. He dropped it and began crawling his way up towards the Citadel. He came into the trench, and met his ‘almost’ killer.

“Yo, how’s it hangin.” Said the machine gunner, an unlit cigar protruding from his mouth.

Jamison didn’t answer. He looked back over the hill, M4 carbine in hand.

Soon, all of his buddies were in the trench next to him.


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Jamison and the others walked around trying to find the CP so that they may be assigned to a company and platoon. The Citadel was quite a large compound and gave the defenders a huge advantage in its easily defended position. Finally they found it in a courtyard in the center of the compound. The men called it “Ground Zero”.

A few mortar rounds would land every now and then. Gunfire was sporadic all throughout the perimeter. The Americans were cornered…worse than cornered…they were surrounded.

The two commanders and other subordinates were situated around a table arguing and discussing. They looked very much like regular soldiers, for they were as dirty, soot-covered, and exhausted as any grunt. Colonel MacArthur no longer had his sunglasses or cap but now had a rifle in his arms. Lt. Colonel Barrett had his helmet under his arm as he stared at a sketch of the Citadel displayed on the table. Major Garcia was stripping his weapon. Major Patton was the only man who seemed to have a slight grin hiding behind that cigar of his.

PFC Jamison began walking towards them but was halted by a Marine Gunnery Sergeant.

“Hold it there, Private. What do you want?” he asked.

“We’ve just arrived. We’ve lost our platoon and need to find them.” Jamison answered.

“Damn. I don’t know how the hell you got in here, the Japanese has this place surrounded and have launched already a few minor assaults.” The SFC said somewhat surprised. Though it quickly faded, being too tired to hold the expression. “Well, we’re all mixed up now and not many made it to the Citadel. We’re down to about five hundred to eight hundred men and four damn tanks. The colonels split the defense into four sectors: North, South, East, West. Barrett’s got the North, MacArty’s got the South, Patton the West and Garcia the East. Each sector has one entrenched tank and between one hundred and two hundred men. Including the two majors and two colonels we have but two other officers. Marine Lieutenant Puller and Army Lieutenant Androfini.”

He then pulled out a slip of paper from his chest pocket and began writing on it with a broken pencil, using his thigh to write on.

Jamison and the others couldn’t believe it. They’ve been totally annihilated. The greatest most horrific defeat the US of A has ever experienced. All due to the overconfidence of a few higher ups, including the late Burnside.

“I’m assigning you four to the 2nd platoon of the West, under SGT Lewis.” He handed the slip to the PFC.

“A platoon under a buck sergeant?” Kimmons said to no one in particular.

“That’s right, son,” the SFC patted Kimmons on the shoulder in comfort, “you all watch each others back. Never hesitate, and be prepared to lead.” He then walked off.

Jamison stared at the slip. He felt like crying, but he didn’t. He knew his life was over, but did not let loose the lump in his throat. Eight hundred surrounded by tens of thousands of well trained and armed Japanese in their home territory with no chance of reinforcements any time soon did not allow an ounce of hope to seep through to these men. Jamison realized he would never see his wife nor his newborn baby again, but he still did not shed a tear. He had to stay strong for his friends. All of them had to stay squared away for each other. Its all they had left. Its what they were, are and always will be fighting for.

“Let’s move out.” He said.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Excellent

[Drake Tungsten]

Cool story.

[Matthew Hayden]

from me too, keep up ze good work!

[Paddy]

I like the depth of this story.

I do hope that ther will be more.

[Easthaven I]

The Citadel – Day 1 0500 hours


The darkness began its transition into the gray gloomfilled sky. A steady light rain remained constant.

Up in the bell tower, the highest point of the Citadel and the city, lingered Army Special Forces Staff Sergeant Marcos Romero…Scout/sniper. He laid prone, in the depths of the room, looking through to the world from his 10x Unertl sniper scope. He laid still as death, for behind the crosshairs…he was death. His finger caressed the trigger of his M40A1 Sniper Rifle as he waited for his prey to show itself. In the distance, the unsuspecting Japanese soldier revealed his back out from his haven, a 2nd floor room 600 yards away. The window was the kill zone, and he lingered about it carelessly. The Japanese soldier felt secure and safe thinking the Americans were cornered and trapped blocks and blocks away. Little did he know that the hairs rising on his neck and the goosebumps chilled into existence across his body was the crosshairs of Marcos Romero.

He willed it, and it happened. The trigger gave as if on its own, the picture on the scope became a blur. When it refocused, the victim was no longer there.

The .308 caliber bullet spun out of its cave. It sailed through the moist air, racing past the sound barrier. One purpose it served, one motto it held true: To Whom it May Concern.

Such a beautiful shape it held, until it pierced the flesh of its enemy and crashed through the man’s spine at the base of the neck, taking his life with it as it exited the body deformed and mangled, leaving the body lifeless before it hit the ground.

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Staff Sergeant Marcos Romero, Weapons Sergeant of his Alpha team. The only A-team to accompany the invasion force. Captain Broan was the leader and answered only and directly to the commanding officer of the invasion forces, who was now Lt. Colonel Barrett. At the moment, the A-team was helping lead and guide the soldiers of the Citadel. Captain Broan ordered Romero to the tower, and with the purpose of reporting any major enemy movements and to act as both countersniper and sniper…in other words kill any Jap you see. He was a talented shot, and did not hesitate to undertake an assignment in which he could use it.

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Cling!

He slid the chamber open, ejecting the spent casing and allowing the next cartridge into its nest. He closed the chamber with the sound of a vault shutting. He did this with the speed and finesse of a fox. He quickly acquired a new target, an expected one. A fellow soldier in the room, 600 yards away, ran to aid his companion.

Death came from afar once again. The Japanese soldier’s upper left head exploded as the .308 bullet crushed through his skull, splattering brain bits and bone fragments across the wall. The man collapsed on top of his comrade, a heap of flesh.

Cling!

The chamber door opened and closed. The Sniper pleased with his shots. No guilt, no sorrow. Just doing his job.

His mind unfocused a bit as a thought came to him abruptly…

I need a smoke.


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OOC: introducing a new character. I'm getting this story back up. I have another installment for my other story but its not done yet. Anyways, just a quick little tingaling....

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Oh East Baby youre such a tease

Nice stuff BTW and good to see you after so long.

[Easthaven I]

good to see you, too, bro...

[Paddy]

Excellent. thanks for that.

[LordVipper]

i am trying to get that scenario for a month now and every time i try to download it i get 404 or something similiar.why?

[Easthaven I]

The Citadel – Day 1 0700 hours

Sporadic fire still reigned the perimeter, and mortar rounds still crashed the government compound.

“How’s the line, boys?” Major Patton asked as he walked up to a section of his sector.

“Its still here, sir. And it ain’t gonna move.” Answered Pvt. Kimmons, hunkered down behind his M-60.

“Good to hear, son, good to hear.” Patton said as he kneeled down, behind some rubble, looking out into the city…knowing thousands and thousands of Japanese soldiers were out there ready to kill.

Another mortar round hit nearby, sending stone fragments and dust particles through the air.

“We need to do somethin’ about those mortars.” Patton said to himself.

Then a bugle call was sounded from the depths of the Japanese buildings nearby. And hundreds of Japanese soldiers emerged seemingly from thin air, charging towards the Citadel, crying their war cries.

“Alright men! Let ‘em have it! Make every shot count!” Major Patton yelled out over the gunfire and explosions as he began firing his newly acquired MP-5 submachine gun.

The Japanese soldiers began making their way up the hill, under the hailstorm of gunfire, grenades, and booby traps. Mines exploded and claymores triggered. The roar of combat was constant.


Staff Sergeant Marcos Romero heard the bugle call. It was from the West. Facing North, he re-situated himself facing West, where the bugle call was sounded. Then he saw them. He looked for the leaders, any sort of leader as fast as he could. The crosshairs were set, the trigger squeezed. A radioman was sent hurling back from the impact of the .308 caliber bullet piercing his chest. Blood spurts out of the dead man’s chest as a new hole is forced through.

Cling! Bullet ejected, chamber shut. New target acquired, trigger squeezed.

Cling!

Another Japanese soldier sent to his death, this time worth more, being an officer.

Cling!

Romero shoots a lowly Private in the gut.

Cling!

Shoots another.

The chamber is opened, ejecting the last casing, and five fresh new rounds are inserted with lightning speed. The vault is shut closed. The sniper resumes his work.

To be continued…

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OOC: another itty bit to get my writing mind back in business. Not much but as much as I could do at the moment. Hopefully others are still interested...
By the way, LordVipper, I have no idea why you can't download the scenario, I downloaded it ages ago I don't even really remember the game anymore...

[vovan]

Two magnificent chapters in the course of one hour? East, you are a writing machine!

Sweet stuff. I like the battle description. Although I do have a minor "complaint", if you would like to consider it. In this paragraph:

The crosshairs were set, the trigger squeezed. A radioman was sent hurling back from the impact of the .308 caliber bullet piercing his chest. Blood spurts out of the dead man’s chest as a new hole is forced through.

I totally see the kind of effect you were going for - the sort of movie-like thing, where the battle is so intense that the time seems to slow down. (I, personally, have tried to capture that kind of feeling a few times to no avail.) In that context, the battle is done very well, I think (the stuff that follows the quoted paragraph is really cool in that respect - the sounds intermingled with descriptive sentences make you feel like you are there and send blood pumping through the veins so you can almost hear your own heartbeat). However, in that paragraph I quoted, you make the jump from the past tense to the present tense. That kind of reads awkwardly. Almost feels like a bump that throws you out of it for a moment. I am not sure how to best revise it to achieve the desired effect, however. Maybe break up the paragraph into two, kind of like so:

Staff Sergeant Marcos Romero heard the bugle call. It was from the West. Facing North, he re-situated himself facing West, where the bugle call was sounded. Then he saw them. He looked for the leaders, any sort of leader as fast as he could.

Crosshairs set; the trigger squeezed. A radioman sent hurling back from the impact of the .308 caliber bullet piercing his chest.

Blood spurts out of the dead man’s chest as a new hole is forced through.

Cling - bullet ejected

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Other than that, I must say, I enjoyed this chapter. Looking forward to more from you.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

I sort of see what Vovansim is saying but as ever dude that was superb stuff

[Easthaven I]

Yes I understand what you're saying. I just didn't know how to change spurts into past tense...spurted? and I just went over it and forgot it. Thanks though, teaches me to not lose focus to detail, will heed your advice for future chapters.

Thank you both, again.