sry for the breakdown, but i need reviews. im only 11 with a first story!
Chapter 1
Thwack! Private 1st class John Bradley jolts awake from sleeping in the back row of seats in a UH-60 Blackhawk from Captain Rick Masnson, his leader, waking him up. He is a good ol' buddy to John. "Get up! We got the call!" he yells. Bradley is part of the Army's Special Operations team 1Alpha284, inside Al Basrah, Iraq near the coast of the Persian Sea. The low roar of the Blackhawk's massive engines starting up is enough for anyone to get awake, and stay awake. He notices that all other squad members are getting heavy equipment and he wonder's if the "call" is important. Bradley tries to get up, but his legs seem to be glued to the bullet hole infested, moth carrying cloth seats. He wonder's if the back of the helicopter is really that comfortable or he is just being lazy. John gets up and struts over to the 'Airport Mini-Armory' to gather his implements of Iraqi destruction. As he walks in he turns on the light. A bright flash... and a light goes out. Of course, the military being the worry wards they are, they dash in and raise weapons because of the flash created by the toasted bulbous light fixture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" John replies at the black Mp5-A4 barrels he's staring into. He explains to the M.P.s that it was just a light, they file out slowly but at full alert. He shrugs and gets back to work muttering, "Spastic MPs...". He picks up an M-16A2 automatic rifle, four hand grenades, and a bunch of ammo. He already has his Baretta 270 pistol in his holster. He was getting out of the armory seeing a team member carrying a Browning M- 60, a heavy duty machine gun. He sprints back to the chopper just in time to get buckled in right before the Blackhawk lifts off. The copter lifts off gently but hits it at full throttle towards the Northeast. John briefly hears the mission's stats. Apparently, An Iraqi target for U.S. Tomahawk missiles is filled with civilian hostages and they're sent in to clear out the area of Iraqi civilians. They are supposed to do this very fast. He gets ready to depart the helo. Everyone loads their guns and unbuckles. "GO, GO, GO!!!" Masnson yells. They get out and secure the area. The team receives the green light to fire at will. They rush inside and immediately get shots fired from AK-47s. They take cover behind a table. "Crap, that was fast!" he yells and the team fires back. Bradley gets his M-16A2 out and blows out a couple of clips at the Iraqis. A bunch of Iraqis go down then John and his Spec Ops team rush in. They get to about 15 hostages but Bradley stops everyone from getting them out. He yells out, "It has to be a trap... it's too easy.". "It's wired!" Corporal Paul Foley (a team member) yells. The team turns around and hits the dirt. All of a sudden a time bomb goes off and the room erupts in flames. One member, Corporal David Jones, goes down. John yells for a medic. Two men in white jackets crawl up and pull him toward the roaring helicopter. One down, three to go. They look back and they see that there is nasty stuff I don't want to get in to detail, all over the walls. The Ops team moves on to a HUGE gym type room... filled with Iraqi troops, supplies, ammo, and a couple T-62 tanks. "Shall we?" John says to Corporal Mick Conners, the soldier next to him that Bradley saw carrying the M-60. Conners smirks at this sassy reply to his own solemn face. Conners readies his LAW-72 for action. "BREAK!!" Bradley screams. The Iraqis jump and whirl around in circles as all his four troops rise up and spray lead all into the wall of Iraqis. Conners is firing like crazy at the T-62s with his rocket launcher. There must have been hundreds of Iraqis just ready, because they just kept coming. Eventually the little annoyances finally gave up and the last of them surrendered. The team ran into another one of the rooms and knocked off the guards. Many, Many hostages were in there, and Bradley commanded that Conners run ahead and clear a path for them and the hostages. Mick went out and radioed back saying that it was clear. They hurried the civilians to a waiting CH-47 Chinook to get them out of there. Bradley and his team hurried to the Blackhawk for evacuation. "NOW, NOW! SHOOT THE THING NOW!" He heard the copilot scream into the mic. They heard the violent, yet soft sound of a Tomahawk firing way in the distance. The two choppers head for the hills as a missile going Mach 2 screams toward its target. About two miles ahead was base. Nearing base, we heard the very distinctive explosion-of-a-Tomahawk- Missile-hitting-its-target-at-supersonic-speeds sound. They got back in such a rush that it seemed that in just minutes, he was getting supper Bradley gets ready to get some serious shut-eye. As he walked through the dull hallways, he sees David walking with crutches. "I'll get better in a month or so," Jones replies at the pity on John's face. He walks on toward his living quarters. He goes into the dorm and clicks on the light. A bright flash... and the light goes out. "Freakin' lights..." he mutters. He shuts off the remaining lights and gets some well-deserved sleep from the tiring day.