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Post by Ted Manning on Mar 17, 2011 17:11:25 GMT -5
March 11th, 2011 0800 Hours Sergeant First Class Ted Manning tugged the left strap of his camel back over his shoulder and secured it has he watched his men fall in. Men he trained with, and as Manning looked up at the sky and saw the explosions of the crafts landing into the ocean he knew some of those men would die today and if not today, tomorrow or the next day. It was going to be a long campaign. Soldiers from different branches of the military ran across the tarmac. He watched as Blackhawk helicopters began to land and more Army soldier in the familiar green ACU camouflage run to their respective hangars and wait for orders. He also saw Chinook helicopters flying in as well, no doubt carrying the marines. His attention fell back down to the men who stood in front of him. "Ok gather around. I know the majority of you but in case an unfamiliar face has popped up, I am Sergeant First Class Manning, you may call me Sergeant and that is it. You know who calls me Manning? Hookers and my fellow sergeants." he gave a grunted laugh to get a smile out of the troops. HIs eyes once again drifted to the sights of the crafts landing and then back, "It's gonna be hell out their, men. But you know what they say? If your going through hell, keep going and that's the fuckin truth. Hooah?!" He called the familiar "hooah" to his men which they would respond to with the same, the universal sign for "roger" or "Copy that" in the US Army. He would wait for the shouts to die down and then would continue. |
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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 23, 2011 0:28:21 GMT -5
Captain Henderson, a well decorated Ranger and Officer was the one driving the Humvee through LAX towards the pair of Army Controlled Hangars. " Ian, you'll be taking over for Sergeant First Class Manning as Platoon Leader, their Platoon leader is actually in the hospital for major burns sustained during a Training Exercise. I know I am putting these men in good hands when I hand them over to you." He smiled as he brought the Humvee to a rolling stop at the Hangars entrance," You'll receive orders from Captain Lennox inside the Hangar, " Ian sighed as he clipped on the MICH-2000 and snapped the M4 to its sling," And you'll be?" He asked as he opened the door," I'll be in the back-up FOB just outside of Sacramento. You know how to reach me," He gave a wink," Give 'em hell Lieutenant." The Captain said before Ian stepped out," Hooah," Ian said with a smirk before closing the door to the Humvee.
He would quickly move to the rally-point with the Platoon he was given command over," Major Bradley," He said to the Major coming up behind him. The Major smiled," Stryker... this is your platoon!" He yelled over the UH-60 flying overhead. Bradley turned back to Sergeant First Class Manning and said," This is 2nd Lieutenant Ian Stryker, 75th Ranger Regiment. He was one of the best Rangers to serve under my command, he is now your Platoon Commander. And I can tell you, your in good hands." He said that last part, turning to the rest of the men in the Platoon, with an encouraged smile.
Stryker snapped a salute to the Major before he set off, " Sergeant Manning," He said Extending a hand to him to greet himself," Did you receive orders from Lennox yet?"
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Post by Ted Manning on Mar 23, 2011 6:09:36 GMT -5
Manning snapped a crisp salute towards the Major and then broke it upon the Major turning and leaving.
"Morning, sir, I'm Sergeant First Class Manning." he returned to firm handshake and gave a smile.
"Yes, sir I received them this morning, just debriefing the men about the situation before you arrived. L.T, this is Sergeant Gantz" his hand drifted to Ranger Sergeant Gantz, "He is a ranger as well, you may know him. Anyways back to the details. As you know, sir, we have been given three Humvees to carry our men on patrols through Inglewood and our orders are to clear the following areas. Move through Inglewood, to West Hollywood, and into Beverly Hills where the champagne and beautiful blondes will be waiting." Manning gave the following orders he received to Stryker away from the others. He didn't want to go over rank protocol so he stated the objectives to themselves so Stryker could address the men as their new platoon leader.
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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 23, 2011 9:10:49 GMT -5
Taking the orders from Manning he would give a nod to the fellow Ranger who was a Marksmen. Looking to his weapon real quick before looking down to the orders in his hand. Looking back up at Manning he nodded. His eyes moved to the men behind Manning and he just took a deep breath.
" Alright Men, I can't tell you anything about the Enemy... No one can, field reports come out about how to kill the bastards, so remember where to aim. The only thing I ask of you guys is, be calm. If you start freaking out on the battle field, You might as well shoot yourself because I won't put up with it God Damnit. We will not lose another Inch of land to these Alien sons of bitches... We won't retreat. Hooah?" He waited for them to comply, before soon saying," Go grab the Humvee's and load them up on Ammo. I want a few extra thousand Rounds for our Primaries, and a few AT-4's." Putting on his MICH-2000 once again he looked to Manning.
" I want your best drivers on the Humvee's. I don't want our vehicles packed with boys, try to spread them out. Deacon, and Smith are with me in the lead Humvee. " He patted Manning on the shoulder," We move out in five, Hooah?"
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Post by Ted Manning on Mar 28, 2011 6:22:37 GMT -5
"Hooah" Manning nodded. "I want you to take Michaels as your driver, he IS the best. I will take Sanborn and "Doc" Jeffrey's in mine, with Ortiz as my driver. Where do you want us to move to first?"
When Manning got the orders he turned to the rest of his men, "Ok heres what we got. 2 humvees. L.T. will be in the first one with me bringing up the rear. Deacon, Smith, and Michaels will be with L.T. and in my humvee I want Sandborn, Ortiz, and Doc Jeffreys. We move out in 5 minutes to take this fight to them!"
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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 28, 2011 22:53:01 GMT -5
Removing the MICH-2000 from the clip on his vest and place it on his head and quickly clip the straps around his chin. Checking his headset he would look up as two F/A-18 Superhornets went supersonic overhead releasing their payload into the City. Looking back to the two Identical Humvee's he would move towards the Lead Humvee, " I want those Fifties locked and cocked and ready to rock, hooah?" He asked before moving to the passenger side opening the door and unbuckling the M4 from his sling and set it by the left side of the passenger seat.
He would wait until the men loaded up before taking his seat in the front of the vehicle and reached to grab the handset to the radio mounted to the center of the dash. Pulling his helmet off once again he would place it on the dash in front of him.
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Mar 29, 2011 11:54:47 GMT -5
Running up to the Humvee the new Lt. was standing at. Spc. Hoffor slowed to a trot as he got closer. Saluting as he stopped in front of the Lt.
"Sir!" dropping his arm at the return of the salute,"Spc Hoffor, i guess i am your gunner." climbing into the Humvee through the back door. "Sir? you new here?" after the cumbersome crawl through the door to get to the gunners hatch. "Reason i ask, is that I've only been with the unit for a couple of days. And i don't really know anyone, except for PFC Ortiz." once in the gunners hatch, Gary started his weapons check on the M2 .50 cal mounted on the Hummer.
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Post by George Waldo Walker on Mar 31, 2011 13:38:48 GMT -5
"Shit shit shit shit shit." George muttered to himself over and over as the Blackhawk flew toward the FOB. "How did things get fucked up so fast?"
No one really paid him any attention, they all had their own thoughts as the helo made it's way in for a landing. It was crazy how many aircraft and vehicles were swarming around the FOB, how was he ever going to find his unit in all of that?
Private Walker jumped out of the Blackhawk as it landed and followed the others as they unloaded. He asked around for Echo company and was directed toward a nearby hanger where two squads seemed to have just started breaking up into some Humvees. He jogged up to the first Humvee and looking for rank he came up and saluted.
"Private Walker reporting for duty sir!"
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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 31, 2011 16:02:22 GMT -5
Just as he was loading up he looked to his right to see Private Walker saluting him. He quirked a brow and nodded," At East Walker," Looking around he thought for a moment," Walker your my driver... Hugghins get in the back. Hoffer on the Turret and Deacon I want you in the back." It seemed like a fluid motion as they all began to move around and got in their positions," Well Walker, get in." He gave him a smile as he cracked his neck.
When Hoffer asked him if he was new he nodded," That is correct Specialist, I was actually supposed to deploy to Afghanistahn this week with the 1st Marines, 3rd Infantry Regiment. But, My plans where delayed." He said looking up to the hatch, " My entire Unit was sent down to San Fran to help the efforts there. They told me ya'll needed a Platoon Commander, so I jumped at the Opportunity." He said as he pulled up the map and began routing their course to Inglewood.
( OOC: SORRY FOR SHORTNESS Had to post something)
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Post by George Waldo Walker on Apr 1, 2011 11:16:45 GMT -5
"Sir!" George lowered his hand and quickly tossed his bag into the Humvee and racked his rifle. The lieutenant seemed to be taking this all in rather easily. George was surprised he was even able to get behind the wheel he was so nervous.
He quickly did a check of the Humvee making sure tire pressure was set for road driving and the fuel levels were good. Who knew when they'd get gas again? At least he was familiar with Humvees thanks to all the driving he did at Ft Irwin.
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