Ron's Worst Nightmares
Devil Dog's Run, pt. 2
By Pat Squared
Château Thierry, France, 0300
The marines of 2nd platoon, Alpha Company and the soldiers of 3rd platoon, Alpha Company were swimming across the river Mame towards the island.
Captain Vasilii Boiarskii was taking a terrible risk and Ron Stoppable was thankful that the river would wash away the shit and piss stench of fear that never made it into any of the history books or memoirs.
George Washington may have never told a lie, but he neglected to mention anything about involuntary bowel movements that occur when he came under fire. Note to self, if you live long enough to ever write your autobiography- do the same thing, it was bad enough that you keep losing your pants on those missions with Kim.
Fear and nausea were constant companions. The thoughts ran through Ron Stoppable's mind at a million miles per second. However, he could not freak out. The Boiarskii myth was created and now Ron Stoppable had to live up to the myth or his men will die. He had to have a bigger set of balls than the Duke, make Chesty Puller looked like Little Lord Fauntleroy, and make the other potential alpha males look like girly men. Fate ensured that the most messed up psyche got stuck being the bedrock of support for the company.
Boiarskii had two goals: (1) Get across the river without anyone drowning; and (2) Sneak as close as he could to the enemy CP and neutralize the opposition. To do so, he had to commander any available flotation device so that the weapons and gear did not sink to the bottom of the river. Even then, everyone had to travel with the bare minimum of gear. No one wore helmets or a bullet resistant vest on this swim.
Boiarskii made it to the wall on the other side of the bank and began to tie off the rope. In any operation there was always an AV, or area of vulnerability. It was a point that if the enemy found you there, things would go far beyond FUBAR. Right now was the AV point. Until the unit could secure a block it was stuck in an AV point.
Tonight luck was not on Boiarskii's side.
Two French sentries were providing over watch for the stretch of the river that Alpha Company now was swimming. A sniper could hit them from the bank but to do so would cause the enemy to know where the Americans were and turn them into tomorrow's meal for the fishes.
If it was not for the debris floating in the river, the Americans would already be fish food.
Ron slowly made his way up current to the enemy's right. He gambled that they would scan an area the same way they were taught to read as little kids, left to right, top to bottom. Ron planned on coming from their right and at the bottom.
Slowly Ron slow crawled up the river wall, through the debris, and to the back of the other house. The pair of sentries were whispering. However about what, Ron would never know for he was focused on sneaking off without alarming them. One of the stood up and started pointing.
Fuck, why does this shit always happen to me.
Ron had only one chance and took it. He jumped one of the sentries and stabbed him in the base of the spine. His K Bar combat knife was stuck in the sentry's back. The other sentry raised his weapon.
Ron knew that he was too far to be able to stop the sentry before the sentry could pull the trigger on his FAMAS assault rifle. He instinctively jumped to his side knowing that Kim was not there to save him. He knew that he was going to die. In a way he was looking forward to it.