No disrespect intended to those who served in Vietnam or their kin. If I did, I would surely be dead by now. I have a good friend who was a sniper over there. You really, really don't want to be on the receiveing end of his gun.
I don't own Bleach or Vietnam war.
Note: This chapter contains blood, guts, language and general war. Probably pushes the T rating a bit far.
1967, 1500, Lai Khe outpost, Vietnam.
Ichigo laid in his bunk bed, bored out his mind, waiting for the next warning order.
"Hey Ichigo!"
Ichigo looked up to see Ishida stepping through the door of their hootch. He was carrying a football.
"Wanna play football with us?" He asked.
"Never knew you'd actually play football with us mere mortals." Ichigo smirked, making fun of Ishida's sometimes snooty personality.
"Don't get used to it."
"Fine, I'll play." Ichigo jumped off his bunk.
"Okay, here's the teams. Ichigo, Chad, Grimmjow, Renji, Shiro, Urahara and myself will play this side." Ishida called. " Tessai, Jinta, Kon, Shunsui, Ikakku, Hisagi, and Komamura, will play the other side."
The called teams spread out on their sides, mentally preparing for a brute game.
Watching from the sidelines was a man with spiky black hair. He'd been in Vietnam since the beginning, and it was starting to show on his face, which was etched with lines from waiting for a VC to pop up and get him in the back. Currently he was reading a letter from his daughter, Yachiru. At his side was a man called Yumichika Ayasegawa, who was now brushing his hair, muttering something about it being difficult to be beautiful in Vietnam.
It was a scene of peace, right in the middle of war.
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'BOOM!' 'Popopopopopopop'
Yumichika leaned over, blood pouring out of his chest.
"Oh shit! We're under attack!" Urahara yelled.
Everyone scattered, grabbing their weapons.
Kenpachi grabbed Yumichika and his grenade launcher. "Medic!" He yelled, then began to return fire. A small brown haired boy came rushing over with a medical bag.
Ichigo took cover and accessed the damage. All helicopters had been destroyed and the fuel supply was a raging fireball. VC were crawling over the walls and taking up positions.
Urahara yelled out orders, "Grimmjow, Chad, Renji, get two machine guns and set them up! Ichigo, Ishida, Shiro, cover them! The rest of you, return fire!"
He grabbed a radio, " Ukitake, this is Geta-boshi, we're under attack, requesting air support!"
A voice returned with, "That's a negative on air support. We're in our own attack."
"Dammit!" He swore.
Grimmjow and his mini team, meanwhile, grabbed the machine guns and opened up fire.
Shiro was in his own fight with a VC who had managed to sneak up on him. He bit the VC in the shoulder, causing the man to relinquish his grip. Shiro used the slack to throw the man to the ground and smash in his skull. He had no time to recover before being attacked by another VC.
Renji was nearly overtaken by a VC, but Ichigo shot the soldier before he managed to get anything damaged.
It had been nearly an hour and 15 minutes and the enemy wasn't being slowed down a bit. The base was nearly in danger of being completely overtaken.
"Ukitake, this is Geta-boshi, we need air support NOW!!" Urahara screamed into the radio.
"That's a roger on the air support, listen for the music, ETA 20 minutes."
The enemy was so close, everyone was now in hand-to-hand combat. The bodies were piling up one on top of the other.
In the distance, they all heard a sound, though nobody could identify it yet. It was Urahara who recognized it first. It was 'Ride of the Valkries'. Music from their saviors, the air support.
"Pop the flares boys! Show them where those bastards are!"
Flares lit up the night, revealing the enemy locations. The helicopters opened fire and drove the enemy back into the jungle.
It was evening, by the time the end of the battle came. Bodies lay all over the place, nearly unrecognizable. Blood painted the place a deep red.
Ichigo sat on the ground, staring off into the distance. The ground around him was covered in blood, bodies, bullet casings and empty ammo boxes.
Renji sat next to him, also staring into the distance.
Grimmjow pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered them around. The rest of the team took one, ignoring the fact that his hand was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
After finishing their cigarettes, they began to clean the place up. A bloody job that had everyone losing their lunches. They collected dog tags from those on their own side who had died.
After finishing that job, Ichigo took a long shower and hit the sack. He didn't sleep well that night and neither did anyone else.
Warning Order: Final approval for an upcoming mission.
ETA: Estimated Time of Arrival
By the way, LRP's are now know as. . .Rangers.
Eh, sorry for interupting such a peaceful scene. Kinda wish I had left it peaceful.
