This is my first fanfic so don't bash me too much.
You know the old saying war is hell? Well I'll be damned if that isn't right. I was only in the USMC for a few months now and I've already seen some messed up shit. But that stuff is nothing compared to this.
My squad was on patrol on the outskirts of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. The day had been pretty uneventful. Just walking in the heat and the sand. Basically it sucked. That's not abnormal though. We were heading out to check out one of the local farmers. We got a report that he might have some info on a few Al Qaeda insurgents. As we neared the edge of his property gunfire erupted from the field. The bastards are crap shots but they put a lot of lead into the air we dropped low and hid behind what we could, which was next to nothing.
My seargent called to me "Sorenti! Get into that field and take those assholes out! Take Sullivan with you!"
"Yes sir Staff Seargent! Chris! Let's go!"
Chris Sullivan. My best friend. We have been friends for 12 years. We even joined the Corps together. Just as we were about to enter the field was when the shit hit the fan. All of a sudden a freak electrical storm kicked up.
"What in the hell?" yelled Chris.
Then some sort of portal opened up in front of us.
"Shit…Shit…SHIIIIIT!" we both yelled. And the portal swallowed us.
The first thing I noticed was that I was lying down on grass. It also wasn't burning hot out anymore. I sat up and looked around. Chris was there so at least something went right. We were outside a town. And the style wasn't right. We obviously weren't in Iraq anymore. But the town looked too old. I heard hooves and looked around. It was two men, one young one old riding horses. They kind of looked familiar. I knew I never saw either of them before but it was like someone had described them to me. My mouth dropped open. It was Eragon and Brom. And they were alone. No Saphira. I guessed that we were at Yazuac.
"Ah shit." I said and went to wake Chris up.