((--Lieutenant Harry "Flisk" Marsciano--))

"Get off that gun, boy." I said to the Private.

"W-wha'?"

"Get off the gun, I'm controlling it. Not you. I have more experiance."

He got off the gun and slowly backed away.

I looked into the scope, six blinking figures were pushed behind a wall in a run down abandon hotel. I saw six others huddled together North of the friendlies. I switched to a lighter shot, then tore them apart. I couldn't see the exact details, but I know it was a horrible sight to the friendlies.

((--Pvt. Gerard Hunt--))

I watched as the Gunship ripped up the snipers. It was like a force field was inside of them and it got bigger in their stomach, then blew them up.

The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils, and I wondered if the stench would ever leave me.

One day, I hope I never had to smell it again.

I have no idea how to describe what it smelled like, or what the bodies looked like. A correct description would be impossible, but I figure this is the best I can do.

The smell was that of a rotting corpse, or rotting cheese. Rotting cheese mixed with a smell I can't describe. I wish I could, then I would know that being in the war doesn't change your life completely. I wanted to be able to describe stuff from the War to people in the World, but it was just so hard. It is just so hard, so hard to the point to where I regret signing up for the Army.

((-- Lieutenant Harry "Flisk" Marsciano --))

There was a incredible amount of unfriendlies on the other side of the hill, South of the Hotel. It was amazing they didn't rush into the Hotel.
I switched to a larger shot.

"Hey Flisk, careful there. A lot down there. Make it a one shotter." Johnson came up in my headset.

"Already on it." I replied.

I took the shot. The boom was black, but I saw a lot of bodies flying. Hell, hundreds of bodies. I wonder what it would look like if I was down there... All those bodies flying everywhere. I know the friendlies can't see them, but I wonder what it would look like.
God, I fkin' hate it when I think like this. The idea makes it horrible. Any guy who is actually down there, the unfriendlies, who survived the shot see it, God damn. What the hell do they see when I shoot?"

Johnson's voice was back on my headset, "Enemy vehicle approaching right."

"Got'cha."

The ship swerved right, and I saw a unfriendly vehicle riding across a street. It had a gunner on the back and was shooting at the Hotel.

"Bit smaller this time." Johnson said.

I switched to a smaller shot, then blew that road up. I saw black smore fill up, but gunner truck flipped upward and smashed down a road in flames. It disgusted me.

((-- Pvt. Aaron McEntire --))

The area was filled with smoke, I couldn't see a damn thing. Besides the burnin', smokin' bodies of them terrorists, all I saw was black smoke. I try not to think about home, but mama came up in my head. I missed her. I missed her, and Darlene.
Then I thought about Darlene. I was going to marry her. Was... I tried to remember some good things. Like how I used to always score the winning touch down in high, but that was atleast five years ago, can't keep thinkin' of the past.
Then I thought about Peter. He was a cool guy, one of my best friends. I hope he doesn't get killed. When we go back to the World, I wanna meet up with him. I think he lives in Jersey, and I live in Texas. Long time away, but I still wanna meet'em. Really cool fella. He might have to get his hair cut soon, it is getting too long. But I think I like his hair--

I stopped thinking about Peter. It felt weird after a while, so I began thinking about someone else.

Damn, who can I think of?

I guess I can think of the War, instead of someone. What was there to think about in the war? You join a squad, go out and shoot at st, then do some other crap. I really think it's boring, but hell, one day we'll get some action. Kick some ass, that's what Marines do.

I grabbed my dog tags and read the long one.

'McEntire
Aaron S.

I realized something about my long dog tag. My social security wasn't on there.

I squinted at the blot where the number should be, and saw that it was scratched out. Oh yeah, Gerard did that accidently.

Tom lifted up my head, his blonde hair dangled from his head slightly, it made him look so...

"You comin' or what?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, sure." I replied. I followed him and the rest of the Squad to the LZ.