It's been two months now, Lt. Henderson thought. This was his first mission after being transferred to General Starkaines Division. He sat in the US-Iraqi HQ for almost a month and half while everyone else in his company went on missions. Lt. Henderson led the 8 man chalk consisting of Pfc. Millington, Pfc. Marron, Pfc. Jackson, Pfc. Makoto, Sgt. Sweetman, and MCpl. Dawkins. Across the street was the famous Chalk 4 from the Somalia Raids in 1993. They also had to serve in the War on Terrorism which ended right after Bush left office (that would be nice, lol).
"Damn man, this place leaves good memories" Maj. Eversman said to Lt. Kurth. Suddenly, Sgt. Yurek yells out "RPG!". It exploded harmlessly into the car ahead, but now it started a firefight.
"Shit," Henderson said, "Looks like there's about 20 of 'em". Both Chalks were spread out loosely among the street. Ever since the war started, Syria and Iran were planning to take over all of Middle East. So far they were successful in taking everything except the Israel-Palestine Territories and Iraq. Iraq was on the verge of defeat. Iran have taken all of Iraq except Fallujah and Baghdad. The main HQ for the US was in the Israel-Palestine Territories so Syria was having trouble taking it over. But they don't have to worry as long as Iran takes Iraq.
Major Eversman ran to Lt. Henderson's position.
"Henderson! I need you to split into a squad and flank around the building across Nebu Street to the right. I'll take a squad and do the same on the left and our squads will meet at the back of the building. From there we'll take out everyone in the building, and set up Field HQ there. Everyone else will keep supporting fire here for the guys on the roof. Leave your handheld radios. We wanna be quiet once we leave. Hand signals only. If you encounter any enemies take them out as quick as possible, understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Good. Get ready."
As he ran back to his men, he assembled his squad and told them the plan. They took the long way to Nebu Street.
"Marron, Makoto, Sweetman, you're with me! Everyone else give us suppressing fire! Millington, now would be a good time for the Gonde. Jackson, help her set it up" Lt. Henderson yelled over the gunfire. The "Gonde" was the term everyone in Delta Squad called the Gondevoyer Machine Gun. It was basically a .50 Cal. MG except it was about 100 lbs. lighter and it was about as long as the Barrett Sniper Rifle. And it fires .30 Cal.
Henderson's squad left the plaza and headed for Nebu Street About halfway there, an AK-47 burst hit the wall next to Pfc. Marron, inches from killing him. The squad jumped to the nearest cover.
"Marron! Report!"
"Sir! There's two guys. One is in the window across from us and the other guy is in the doorway in the same building."
Just as Pfc. Marron said that, Sweetman shot the man in the window with his SCAR-L.
After a couple minutes passed by, Makoto threw a frag grenade into the house. 3 seconds went by and there was a dull thud followed by an explosion of shrapnel and blood.
"Hoorah! Got that son of bitch!" Makoto stood up as he said this.
"GET DOWN YOU IDIOT!" Sweetman said. Too Late. Another guy from the roof fired his pistol and the 9mm round hit Makoto in the chest. Henderson quickly took him out with his M16-A4.
"Makoto, you ok?" Marron said.
"Yea, I think I'll be alright." He winced in pain. Blood was pouring out of his chest.
"Ok, good" said Lt. Henderson. "Marron, patch him up quickly. Eversman is probably waiting for us at the building."
"Yea, I bet they didn't even have to fire a single round." Sweetman muttered.
Eversman was having more trouble than Henderson was. He was already at the building, but his squad was in a firefight with 5 Syrians across the street. There was barely enough cover to keep them alive. Where the hell are you, Henderson?, Eversman thought.
After what seemed like an hour, Lt. Henderson and his squad finally made it to the building.
"What took you so fucking long?" Kurth said.
"We were caught in 5 firefights on our way here." Marron said. He was out of breath from helping Makoto make it through the firefights.
"Well now you can help us with ours." He looked at Makoto grasping his chest.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He got shot in the chest on the way here, Ev"
"Damnit, He'll just be a burden to us"
Eversman turned to Makoto.
"Galentine will give you a small dose of morphine and re-patch you up. Then he will take you back to the plaza so you can rest there. Got it, Galentine? Good. Get moving."
Lt. Henderson turned to Marron and Sweetman.
"Ok guys, here's the plan, on the count of three, we'll give Ev and his guys suppressing fire while they ready the Nyoko Short-Range Mortar. Once those 3 are taken out, we will rush the corner and do just like we did in War Games"
"Ok 3...2...1...NOW!" They three of them unloaded their clips into the side of the enemies cover. That forced the 3 Syrians to duck into cover.
Ev gave them the thumbs-up sign that they were ready. The five of them hit the floor once MCpl. Blackburn put the incendiary round into the tube. The mortar sailed through the air and landed into the Syrian's position. The mortar exploded into a beautiful cloud of orange flames as they engulfed the Syrians and burned them to death.
Marron immediately charged to the corner and blind fired down the alley. Two screams were heard then everything went silent.
The six men gathered by the target buildings back door. Sweetman set up a snake camera under the door.
"There's 3 armed Iranians in the living room and there's two more at the top of the stairs." Sgt. Sweetman reported.
"Ok, not too bad. Kurth, throw a frag in the room once Blackburn opens the door. Then Sweetman and Henderson will rush through the confusion and kill the two on the stairs. Marron, then you go up stairs and take out whoever's left." Everyone nodded their heads.
Blackburn opened the door and Kurth threw the grenade in. The grenade hit the nearest man right in the crotch. A couple seconds later it exploded and cleared out the now splintered living room. Just as the plan was said, Henderson and Sweetman charged into the room and killed the two on the stairs. Henderson turned to his left and saw 3 more Iranians in the kitchen. He charged in their and unloaded his clip into them. While that was happening, Marron charged up the stairs and was surprised to find only 2 more men by the bedroom. He easily took them out. He went to the other side of the house and there were 3 more men firing at the rest of the two Chalks. He went by the sliding door and took them out one by one with his pistol. He went onto the deck and waved to the rest of his teammates to show that it was all clear.
Once everyone gathered inside, Eversman said "Ok good job everyone. We'll set up Field HQ here and rest then we can head back to base tomorrow morning. Twombly, get me Col. Jenkins."
"This is Jenkins, over."
"Col. Jenkins, sir! Chalk 4 and Chalk 13 have completed the mission of clearing out Nebu Street so the 2nd Armor Division could make it to Baghdad, over."
"Excellent work Major. Any casualties, over?"
"Pfc. Makoto was shot in the chest with a 9mm pistol and Galentine is currently taking care of him, over."
"Ok not bad. Anything else you would like to add, over?"
"Yes, sir, I do. Chalk 4 and Chalk 13 will stay in the main building in the plaza until 0630 tomorrow then we will return to base. And I would also like to request a promotion for Lt. Henderson and Pfc. Marron for acts of bravery, over."
"Very well, we will be waiting for you. Over and Out."
Eversman turned to face the Chalks.
"Ok guys listen up. Jenkins has something special for us when we get back so we're gonna wake up at 0600. We'll take turns doing night shifts, starting with Nelson and Twombly. Last shift will be from 0400 to 0600. The last ones on the night shift have to wake everyone up to leave. Ok guys dismissed. We all need a little R & R."
"Man I hate going first." Nelson complained.
"Get over it. At least we don't have to wake everyone up." Twombly replied.
Lt. Henderson went to bed right after his shift at 2200. I wonder what Jenkins has for us. Maybe a couple of us are getting promoted, he thought as he fell into a deep sleep.
