Our Fallen Angels

by Dragasen

Tom Rion is in to USMC. Twenty years later, he is a captain of USMC company, leading a squad that reminds him of his previous one. He fights, but works for one Goal. Getting them back to them back to the World. This isn't easy. It never is.

1. Chapter 1

Part One

Before I crawled away from the rubble of fear and death, I heard the distant sounds of my childhood; the fun; sadness; and love.

Great news, the world's in perfect shape. And I wonder how much sarcasm can be put into the sentence. I'm fresh out of selection and I can already feel my heart thumping. I was on my way to base, along Lieutenant Johnson, Me, Tom, and Brak.

Even though this wasn't everyone in our squad, but it sure did feel like we had everyone. I felt a cold shiver running down my spine.

We made our way to the chopper and took off.

I was fresh out of selection, but people in the Squad say the war's almost over.
In my heart, I wished it was almost over. I wasn't ready to see and combat yet.

Lieutenant Johnson looked at us, "Hahaha! You kids are in a run for yer money, ya know? War is great for those who haven't experienced it." he said. Johnson wasn't a bad guy, but he was a heavy joker. I held my M16 close. After all, it was my best friend here.

Tom and I were cousins, our mothers were sisters. His blonde hair and green eyes always showed an ego, but he was never ever strict to show he supports his country. Both of us were fresh out of selection, and we past our athletic test, but we never seen combat. We never even shot at a human target.

Tom, on the other hand, had an M60 with bandoliers strapped across his chest. He kept complaining how heavy it was.
"God, I can't stand how damn heavy this stuff is."

I laughed, "Told you to take an M16."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Bite me."

Brak spoke up, "M60s are generally heavy. You won't be sprinting out of combat very good with it. You're pretty much a bright pink target."

"Why pink?" Tom growled.

"Valid reasons." Brak responded.

I howled with laughter, Brak was a funny guy. Even though I liked Brak, Mario hated him. Mario was our Sergeant. He happened to be the pilot for the helicopter.

"Hey Serg," I began asking, "How long you been in the war?"

"Uh about three years."

"Oh so what did you start off as?"

"Corporal Mario."

Brak muttered into my ear, "Corporal Douchebag."

My side ached with laughter as Tom and Johnson heard Brak and laughed with me.

Sergeant Mario turned around and looked at us "What's so damn funny?"

"Nothing Sarg! Nothing at all. Just... Watch out for that tree!"

Sergeant Mario spun around quickly, startled by the nonexistent tree.

The four of us broke out laughing.

Mario whispered under his breath, "Jerks. . ."

We made it to base in three hours just for Lieutenant Johnson to tell us it's time for dinner.

We had roast chicken and mashed potatoes.

I was back in the tent with Tom and Brak and the rest of our squad greeted us with a "Yo."

The rest in our squad were Lucas, Duke, Jackson, and Sam. We had other people too but they slept in other tents, I considered this my main squad.

"Hey guys, how was the trip?" Lucas asked.

I spoke up., "The village is okay, but the huts smelled like urine. . ."

"It seems like you to smell that."
"Oh haha very funny,"

Duke commented, "Yeah! Seth always smells that stuff. I guess he's used to it."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah yeah. Get all your smart ass comments out. But you forget, I sleep here with a M16. Watch it."

We laughed. I pulled off my gear and pulled on my plain white shirt and some sweats pants. "So, wha'd you guys do today?" I asked. Lucas was first to answer, "We just spent out time being happy without you guys here."

Brak replied, "And we spent up our time on a nice chopper with hot medics."

Lucas satup on his bunk, "Really!?"

Brak laughed, "I wish."

I jumped up to my bunk, which was one above Tom's. "Tomorrow we take the CQB test. After we're headin' to a boat down in the Atlantic. They say it holds big time Nukes."

"Holy crap, I guess I better train then, huh?" Brak said, a grin on his face. He jumped off his bunk and grabbed his M16 and aimed it at Lucas. Lucas jumped out of his bunk and hit the floor. "Are you insane?!"

Brak laughed, "The day I aim a M16 with a magazine in it is the I die. . . Or when I'm bored."
Lucas sighed and jumped back on his bunker.
Me and Tom cackled, and soon Duke and Sam joined.

Brak put his gun away and jumped on his bunk above Sam.

Tomorrow will be the first day I see combat.

The next day,
I awoke to Lieutenent Johnson's shouts in our tent. "Wha.. What's going on?" I asked dazed.

Tom jumped out of his bunk, "CQB test."
I moaned, "Great." I saw Tom strapping on his gear, "Make sure you don't bring a M60 with you. I don't want you crying again" I laughed. I climbed down the wooden ladder from my bunk and pulled out my suitcase that held my things. I decided to skip breakfast and just get the test over with.

Brak sighed as he strapped his belt on, "I don't see any point in this test, on the battle field I'm a better sniper."

Lucas spoke up from under his sheets, "Brak, we all don't want a bullet in our leg and you shouting 'Sorry! I'll get the next one', I ain't dealin' with that."

Brak grinned, "Of course you'll be the only one with a bullet in your leg, 'accidents' happen."

"Lord knows that's bound to happen atleast once." I said as I grabbed my M16. I polished it down, if these things weren't kept clean, they wouldn't shoot.

"I still think these guns shouldn't have a small round burst. It should be like a Uzi." Duke said as he grabbed his toothbrush.

I nodded, "They used to be like that, but since soldiers generally get scared and surpression fire, they waste ammo. And the ammo cost a lot of money. With a burst, it won't be wasted and it costs less money."

Duke sighed, "I'd rather have a Sub Machine gun."

Tom shook his head as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, "I'm not sure you know how those work."

Duke replied, "I'm not sure you know me at all."

Tom brushed aside the strand of blonde hair in his eye, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand the recoil on those,"

Duke narrowed his eyes, and I took this time to change the subject. "I hear we're gonna be going to Russia."

Lucas looked up at me, "Oh yeah that small city in Russia. That's gonna be awesome."

"You know we're going there because the Goverment believes that Terrorist are hiding nuclear explosives right? It's not a vacation." I said.

"Yeah but I hear the city is great lookin'." Lucas replied.
He kicked Sam's bunk to wake him up, but it turns out that he wasn't even there.

Just then we noticed Sam's dirty blonde hair pushing through the tent. "Hey."

Tom greeted him first, "Yo, where ya been?"

"Taking the test."

"How was it? Hard?"

"Simple."

I laughed, "Define simple."

Sam grinned, "Slide down the rope, melee the targets, make your way to position two, shoot the targets, position three, use your gun to shoot the down the targets, now make your way to position four and knife down the new targets, make your way to position five and flashbang the room and take down the new targets then sprint down to the end. Simple."

Tom laughed, "You have got to be kidding me. You call that simple?"

Sam shook his head, "It's simple when it's put into motion."

We made our way down to the grassy meadow where the test took place.

Lieutenent Johnson called out names, "Rion!" I sighed and jogged to the ladder and climbed up to the top tower.

Slowly I picked up the pistol on the table and walked to the rope.

"Start on my mark!" Johnson shouted.
I took a deep breath.
"Ready. . . Set. . . Mark!"

I grabbed the rope and slid down. I jumped to the prone position and climbed under the net, once I was done I saw plastic targets pop up. I pulled my knife from my waise belt and stabbed the first target in the head then kicked the second into half. I sprinted down to position two and pulled my pistol from the holster by my thigh and shot the first target down, then aimed at the other one. I missed two shots but got in the third. Finally I came to a large wall with a rope attached. I put my foot on the wall and grabbed the rope, next I put my other foot on the wall and pulled myself up the wall and leaped on the other side of it. Finally I exhaled my breath and breathed back in. I saw two wooden targets pop up. I shot at the first one and blew off a hole in the brain, I now aimed my gun at the other target and pulled the trigger. Nothing. Damn! Forgot to reload! I grabbed my knife from my belt and threw it at the other target, getting a shot in the chest. As I ran passed it I pulled it out and slipped it back on my belt. I reloaded my pistol and made my way to position three and ran into wooden room, then heard Johnson shout, "Flashbang through the door, Rion!"
I grabbed a flash grenade from my belt and threw it into the room, shielding my eyes. I saw two plastic targets pop up, which I knifed down and sprinted to position five.

"Time!" Johnson shouted.
I facepalmed, I screwed up. . .

"Good, Rion. Twenty seconds. That's our record for the day."

I walked back to Johnson, "No position six?"

"Uh, no. Where'd you hear that?"

"Nowhere, just speculated."

I walked back to the tent and looked at Sam, "I thought you said there were six positions."

Sam grinned, "I figure it'd give you momentum."

I laughed, "Good work."

Noon,
We were in a helicopter heading to a boat in the Atlantic ocean, said to hold big time nukes.
First day of combat and I was confident. Maybe too confident

On the chopper, I breathed carefully. Johnson was in the front next to Mario. Me and Brak were on the side looking out the at the ocean.

"Imagine if I slipped out." Brak said.

"I'll tell ya we ain't comin' back fer ya." Mario shouted back.

Brak grinned, "Hell, I don't need your crappy pilot skills! I bet I can swim better than you can fly!"

I snickered, as did Tom and Lucas.

I rubbed my neck, it scared me that I could die here. I could die now.

Don't be so stupid! I told myself. You're gonna be all right. I tried to think that, but it just couldn't get in.

Mario barked, "Alright, clip the rope and slide down!"

Brak clipped the top of a rope on the chair he was sitting on then slide down.

I watched Brak as he slid down the the deck of a boat.

"Now you, Seth."

I grabbed the rope and slide down, holding tightly. "Nice to seeya, dude." Brakk greeted as I planted my feet firmly on the ground.

I gripped my M16 close to me, Brak did the same. Now Tom was here and Sam was coming down now.

"Finally, Blondie of fashion!!" Brak shouted, "So do you think that suit is totally out of style?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

Tom laughed, "Bite me, Brak." Sam finally landed next to me and Lucas was on his way.

Soon everyone was down except Mario. "Contact me when you're ready. I'll swing by." He said then took off.

Johnson nodded to us, "Alright guys, get ready. First time fighting." He grabbed his MP5 and slowly walked over to the door behind him, "Rion, over here and kick the door open. After, the rest of you charge in. RIon tail behind them.

We nodded.
I walked up to the metal door, and kicked it with all my might. It popped open easy. I moved behind the wall quickly as the rest of the guys charged on in. After Tom was in, I tailed him.

Brak's voice came up on the Communication line, "Stairs clear, Johnson."

Tom voice, "Hallway clear."

I moved downstairs and slowly walked behind Lucas.

"Target sighted." Sam said.

"Target down," Tom said.

Johnson's voice came in the Line, "Beautiful."

I walked behind Lucas untill Johnson told us to stop and look at the door on our left.

"Rion, gently creep it open and sneak in."
I did as he said. I spoke into the CL, "Area clear, Lieutenent."
Tom moved next to me and spoke in my ear, "Careful, Seth. I don't want to tell my Aunt how you died here."
"I'll be okay."

We swiftly moved downstairs to the loading area of the ship.

Tom pulled out his pistol. "Tom, what are you doing?"
"Shhh. . ."
Tom aimed his pistol. . . And shot down an enemy target.

"Nice." Johnson said as he walked pass the body. We moved out slowly. . .

We all heard a scream, in Vietnamese. "We've been spotted! Move out! Take cover!" Johnson shouted on the CL.

I aimed my M16 at a enemy target shooting at Tom, who was crouched behind some cargo. I shot the man down and crouched behind some cargo. I head bullets smack against the cargo I was hidden behind. I was scared.

Mario's voice popped in the CL, "Do not use any grenades! I repeat do not use and grenades! I have readings of heavy mines planted! I'm not sure where! Do not use any grenades, over."

It was too late. Once Mario's voice came in, Duke was already throwing a grenade the group of enemies.

Once the grenade blew up on them, another explosion came out. Duke blew up a chunk of the ship.

"Duke! God damn it! We didn't find the nuke!" Johnson barked.

"That's alright! Just get out of there! It will sink with the rest of the ship! Just haul ass to the LZ, quick!"

I jumped from my cover and sprinted to the stairs, Tom and Lucas were right behind me. Duke was already running up the stairs. We made it to the higher deck filled with cargo and we sprinted through it.

But we all didn't sprint right. There was nothing we could do, nothing at all. Duke was infront od us, sprinting to the LZ when it happened. He stepped on a mine.

We weren't too far behind him but the impact of the explosion blew us off our feet. My head slammed against the steal floor. I saw Tom struggle to stand but finally made it. I closed my eyes, the pain hurt too much. My head was stinging.

I felt a hand grab mine, "Come! Come mate," Brak lifted me up, and when I was on my feet he told me "We were leaving, right?"

I nodded, and looked for my M16, "Forget it! C'mon!" Brak shouted. I dashed with the rest of the group.

We finally made it halfway to the LZ when I tripped to the ground. I tried standing up but something was wrong with my legs. I looked at my thigh and saw a bloody wound pierced my leg. "Seth!" Brak saw me and jumped off the chopper, I didn't see what he shot at but he shot his M16 over my head.

He dropped it to the ground and lifted mt up.
As he sprinted to the chopper, it started to take off, a yard away.

Brak jumped off at the edge of the sinking boat, he threw me into the chopper and gripped on to the side of it, dangling out on the side.

I held my thigh, "Brak!"

Tom quickly grabbed Brak's collar and lifted him into the chopper.

I took a deep breath and breathed it out slowly. I laid my head down and sighed.
Thank God.

Three weeks later,

The chopper took me and the full squad, except Tom, to Chernobyl. We thought this would be great. Boy, we were in for something.

We had to clear out these Terrorist spotted in the city. We spent out time here for a while. I thought I would have been scared, but surprisingly it wasn't too bad. . . for the first few hours.

We spotted these men in the city driving a Hummer down to the Nuclear power plant. We had to follow them. We never knew how much danger we would be in.

They were selling big bombs, I didn't hear it the full name, but I heard it was big. Really big.

We ambushed them with a Flank attack, this time I used a MP5 with Johnson. They had more men than we thought.

I took cover behind a steal wall, my heart thumped heavily.

Brak held an M60, believe it or not. He surpressed fired, pushing back our targets with a rain of bullets, untill he shrieked in pain and smashed into the dirt.

Johnson shouted, "He's hit!"

My eyes widen as I growled with rage, pulling myself from cover, I threw a grenade at them.

"Great shot, Rion!" Johnson shouted.

I noticed a bullet flying through the air, but it seemed to curve and land into the wall, next to my shoulder.

"Drop down! Enemy sniper ahead!" I shouted.

I jumped to prone position and held my breath. I reached for Brak's M60, as I did I stared at his face. No emotion.

Brak was dead.

Johnson grabbed the M60, seeing how I was frozen with shock. He blasted the area where the bullet had come from, then jumped down. We waited for a bit, then stood up. "Target down."
Mario's voice popped in the CL, "Guys I have rumors of more Terrorist act on the other side of town, haul ass and get over here now."

Johnson replied, "Copy that. We're on our way."

Lucas grabbed my shoulder, "Listen mate, right now we need to defend our country. Just calm down for now,"

I nodded and wiped my eyes and ran with the rest of the group to the LZ.

Once we loaded into the chopper we took off.

I laid my head in my hands and mourned for Brak.

I can't even tell you what happened next.
I felt the chopper jerk painfully, knocking me to the very edge of the chopper. I held on to the wall, trying not to fall out.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" Johnson shrieked.

I DON'T KNOW THE CHOPPER JUST BLEW OFF COURSE! I CAN'T CONTROL IT! IT'S LIKE SOME IMPACT IS PUSHING IT!" Mario screamed.

I looked out of the chopper and saw a huge explosion. "A NUCLEAR BOMB?!" I screamed. The way it looked, it was obviously a nuke.

The chopper jerked harder and spinned with blazing speed, I saw Johnson gripped his seat.

Then I saw Johnson flying out of the chopper, "LIEUTENANT!" I shouted but it did no good. He was gone.

I heard Lucas praying behind me. His words came out loud and clear.

"This world will never be what I can understand, and if I don't belong. . ."

Some time later,

Seth opened his eyes, he saw a blinding white light, then it cleared up. He saw the crashed Helicopter from the inside.

Slowly, he crawled out, looking at the dead bodies of his squad mates. He wasn't feeling any emotion, he was just a brainless zombie at this point.

He crawled out of the chopper and accidently fell of the tip, crashing into the ground.

He slowly looked around of the Ghost town that used to be Chernobyl. As he crawled through, he saw the body of his

Lieutenant Johnson's arms were bent downward, and his legs were bent upward like angel wings. Blood splattered around his head and made it look like a halo.

Seth passed it.

As he slowly raised his head, he saw the Mushroom cloud above. Feeling pain in his ribcage, he heard in his ears the sound of him as a child.

The very love he was given.

He heard him playing in the city park, as his vision blurred. Finally, he laid his head down.

His vision turned blindly white again as the last sound he heard was his mother telling him these exact words.

"I love you."