The 99th Platoon
(A/N Okay, okay so sue me the title isn't mine but it sounds good and has to do with the context sooo…here goes. The last chapter of my first ever fan fiction novel. p.s. Don't yell at me if I got the medals wrong. p.p.s So its corny! So it's a cliché but who cares? It's good reading! So R&R!)
Chapter 13: Sarge's Heroes
--2 days later--
The platoon, including Oreos who was in a wheel chair, surround a tombstone in the cemetery dedicated to soldiers lost on the field. An inscription on the tombstone says, "Sargeant Rico. 1965-2002." A photo taken a few years ago showed Sarge. The platoon stood in silence. A breeze picked up. The platoon drew their coats close. Squeaky walked up and left a shiny steel helmet near the tombstone. Squeaky stood by the tombstone, silent.
"We didn't mean what we said back there. We were just…upset, I mean it wasn't your fault Squeaky...you know that right?" said Oreos.
Squeaky stood still and remained silent.
"He wanted us ALL to get off that island..." said Michael.
"...to get back home..."continued Gamer.
"...back to loved ones," finished Flatfeet
"He did it for us," CuMiT nodded.
"Tediz and squirrels alike," agreed WWW.
"We're alive because of him," said Chael.
"He kept the team together..."commented Percival.
"And he was a good guy, yunno, he wasn't some tight ass General," stated Pyst.
"We did a good job, buddy" Ender said.
"And that's what matters don't it?" pondered Stealth.
"We did what we came for Squeaky, and we're alive," answered Cartman.
"Bloody hell why do I follow orders? To the bloody last letter. To the last letter dammit," asked Squeaky.
"If we didn't obey his last order..." started Viper.
"…it'd be an insult to his memory," said Conker as he walked up behind the platoon.
"I guess you guys are right. C'mon. Lets go," as Squeaky said this the platoon got into their separate vehicles and went to their separate homes.
--The next day--
It was a ceremonial service to honour the achievements of the 99th Platoon. The way it was done up Sarge would have called it a Bigwig wannabe get together. Sarge had no family so no one in the audience knew that he was missing. The Minister of Defence, a fat red and pompous Squirrel was speaking at a podium.
"...but none of these achievements I have just now relayed to you would have happened without the following service of these good men. Privates:
Oreos, Squeaky, Michael W., Gamer, Flatfeet, CuMiT, Warclat, Chael, Percival, Gores, Ender, Stealth, Cartman and Viper. They are all awarded with the Silver Star, a medal of honour, the Purple Heart and the rank of Corporal. Also Private Warclat is awarded Squirrel citizenship and is now considered a full fledged member of this fine country."
The crowd applauded.
"But this was a mission that started with 15 men. One of them is not with us today. His name was Sargeant Rico…" The Minister barely knew Sarge but he still managed to give a 15-minute speech on Sarge. "…so a moment of silence for our brother in arms, Sargeant Rico."
The squad looked down, medals now lining their attire. The crowd did the same. All was still. Quiet. Deathly quiet.
*THU-nk*
A member of the audience, not looking up, whispered, "Shhhh!"
*THU-nk*
A different member of the audience who was still not looking up whispered, "Don't you have any respect?"
*THU-nk*
"Would you plese be qui..." started the Minister as he looked up.
"Who died?" asked the noisemaker.
"You...you did!" stammered the Minister.
Everyone looked up. There stood Sarge in the aisle between all the seats. He had one leg in a cast and leaned on a crutch. A cloth covered his one eye and his forehead. The arm that had been shot was in a sling. Burns and singes were all over his uniform and fur. A bandage was wrapped around his chest. He stared at his platoon with his one good eye. He observed the medals on the platoon member's chests. He opened his mouth to speak and his already husky voice sounded deeper and huskier than ever.
"Privates...or should I say, Corporals?" he grinned.
"SARGE!!!" yelled the platoon as they leaped off the stage, Oreos being wheeled along by WWW, and ran towards Sarge. They all ran around him dumbstruck and at a loss for words. Finally Stealth managed to say something…
"How..."
"Dumb luck. Pure dumb luck saved me from that atrocious atrocity. I fell on top of those Komiz and they broke my fall. In the last few seconds I noticed a mech next to me, downed by something or another. But this mech had been made out of titanium laminate. I scurried into the fallen mech unable to close the hatch in time to avoid being scorched. When I came round the place was a total wreck, all burnt out, except for my laminate mech. I managed to suck up enough power from the mech to fly to land. There a hospital patched me up and I hiked my way here. Wouldn't want to miss my squad turning into men would I? C'mon. I'll buy ya'll drinks." He gave them the hug a proud father would give his children and they turned to leave.
Conker suddenly ran out of the audience towards Sarge.
"No you don't Sarge. The drinks are on me. Being King has its advantages. You know I know this nice little bar near Windy called the Cock and Plucker..."
The soldiers, Sarge and Conker walked off into the sunset their voices trailing into the distance. The crowd stared at their retreating backs unable to speak.
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(A/N Okay, okay so sue me the title isn't mine but it sounds good and has to do with the context sooo…here goes. The last chapter of my first ever fan fiction novel. p.s. Don't yell at me if I got the medals wrong. p.p.s So its corny! So it's a cliché but who cares? It's good reading! So R&R!)
Chapter 13: Sarge's Heroes
--2 days later--
The platoon, including Oreos who was in a wheel chair, surround a tombstone in the cemetery dedicated to soldiers lost on the field. An inscription on the tombstone says, "Sargeant Rico. 1965-2002." A photo taken a few years ago showed Sarge. The platoon stood in silence. A breeze picked up. The platoon drew their coats close. Squeaky walked up and left a shiny steel helmet near the tombstone. Squeaky stood by the tombstone, silent.
"We didn't mean what we said back there. We were just…upset, I mean it wasn't your fault Squeaky...you know that right?" said Oreos.
Squeaky stood still and remained silent.
"He wanted us ALL to get off that island..." said Michael.
"...to get back home..."continued Gamer.
"...back to loved ones," finished Flatfeet
"He did it for us," CuMiT nodded.
"Tediz and squirrels alike," agreed WWW.
"We're alive because of him," said Chael.
"He kept the team together..."commented Percival.
"And he was a good guy, yunno, he wasn't some tight ass General," stated Pyst.
"We did a good job, buddy" Ender said.
"And that's what matters don't it?" pondered Stealth.
"We did what we came for Squeaky, and we're alive," answered Cartman.
"Bloody hell why do I follow orders? To the bloody last letter. To the last letter dammit," asked Squeaky.
"If we didn't obey his last order..." started Viper.
"…it'd be an insult to his memory," said Conker as he walked up behind the platoon.
"I guess you guys are right. C'mon. Lets go," as Squeaky said this the platoon got into their separate vehicles and went to their separate homes.
--The next day--
It was a ceremonial service to honour the achievements of the 99th Platoon. The way it was done up Sarge would have called it a Bigwig wannabe get together. Sarge had no family so no one in the audience knew that he was missing. The Minister of Defence, a fat red and pompous Squirrel was speaking at a podium.
"...but none of these achievements I have just now relayed to you would have happened without the following service of these good men. Privates:
Oreos, Squeaky, Michael W., Gamer, Flatfeet, CuMiT, Warclat, Chael, Percival, Gores, Ender, Stealth, Cartman and Viper. They are all awarded with the Silver Star, a medal of honour, the Purple Heart and the rank of Corporal. Also Private Warclat is awarded Squirrel citizenship and is now considered a full fledged member of this fine country."
The crowd applauded.
"But this was a mission that started with 15 men. One of them is not with us today. His name was Sargeant Rico…" The Minister barely knew Sarge but he still managed to give a 15-minute speech on Sarge. "…so a moment of silence for our brother in arms, Sargeant Rico."
The squad looked down, medals now lining their attire. The crowd did the same. All was still. Quiet. Deathly quiet.
*THU-nk*
A member of the audience, not looking up, whispered, "Shhhh!"
*THU-nk*
A different member of the audience who was still not looking up whispered, "Don't you have any respect?"
*THU-nk*
"Would you plese be qui..." started the Minister as he looked up.
"Who died?" asked the noisemaker.
"You...you did!" stammered the Minister.
Everyone looked up. There stood Sarge in the aisle between all the seats. He had one leg in a cast and leaned on a crutch. A cloth covered his one eye and his forehead. The arm that had been shot was in a sling. Burns and singes were all over his uniform and fur. A bandage was wrapped around his chest. He stared at his platoon with his one good eye. He observed the medals on the platoon member's chests. He opened his mouth to speak and his already husky voice sounded deeper and huskier than ever.
"Privates...or should I say, Corporals?" he grinned.
"SARGE!!!" yelled the platoon as they leaped off the stage, Oreos being wheeled along by WWW, and ran towards Sarge. They all ran around him dumbstruck and at a loss for words. Finally Stealth managed to say something…
"How..."
"Dumb luck. Pure dumb luck saved me from that atrocious atrocity. I fell on top of those Komiz and they broke my fall. In the last few seconds I noticed a mech next to me, downed by something or another. But this mech had been made out of titanium laminate. I scurried into the fallen mech unable to close the hatch in time to avoid being scorched. When I came round the place was a total wreck, all burnt out, except for my laminate mech. I managed to suck up enough power from the mech to fly to land. There a hospital patched me up and I hiked my way here. Wouldn't want to miss my squad turning into men would I? C'mon. I'll buy ya'll drinks." He gave them the hug a proud father would give his children and they turned to leave.
Conker suddenly ran out of the audience towards Sarge.
"No you don't Sarge. The drinks are on me. Being King has its advantages. You know I know this nice little bar near Windy called the Cock and Plucker..."
The soldiers, Sarge and Conker walked off into the sunset their voices trailing into the distance. The crowd stared at their retreating backs unable to speak.
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