November 13th, 2012/ U.S. Military Base/ 0700 Hours
Kilo Company (1st Platoon, Bravo Squad)
"Get those rockets ready men!" Yelled Sergeant Broushet. All of us in Bravo Squad laid an AT4 by our side, as we fired our weapons downrange. A few members of Lima Squad even had rockets themselves. Our makeshift squad continued to unleash our wall of death towards the enemy, but the tanks were getting closer and closer…
"Henry, Moore, and Haag prepare to fire your rockets on my mark!" Broushet yelled out. PFC. Haag, Pvt. Henry, and Cpl. Moore, a soldier from Lima Squad, dropped their weapons immediately. As the enemy tanks approached our location, the three marines loaded their rocket tubes. The rest of the Marines and I continued to fire at the advancing foes.
"Alright you three, FIRE NOW!" The three Marines launched their rockets; I watched the rockets' smoke trails whirl through the air as they propelled themselves towards the enemy armor. All three rockets exploded on impact against three separate tanks, instantly rendering them useless, as well as taking out several infantrymen within range of the blast.
"Direct hit, great job you three! Alright, Trimble, Jacobs, and Binx prepare your rockets!" Our Sergeant yelled. I pulled up my AT4 alongside me, then brought my rifle to bear, and continued firing. Things weren't looking good; we just didn't have the numbers to hold out. I immediately purged this idea from my mind. That's the attitude that gets men killed. I needed to focus on the here and now.
"Trimble, Jacobs, and Binx load rockets, and fire when ready!" barked Broushet, interrupting my private thoughts. I loaded my rocket, and looked over at Trimble as he loaded his AT4. We looked at each other, nodded, and then stood up and fired. My body shook as the force of the rocket was released. I watched it soar through the rain of bullets, towards its target. The three rockets soared true, and hit the enemy armor. The tanks were engulfed in a huge explosion, which took out some enemy soldiers, as well as another tank. If we kept this up, we could hold out until reinforcements arr-
"Trimble's hit!" yelled PFC. Haag. I immediately looked over at Trimble's location. My stomach turned at what I saw. After firing his rocket, a bullet had pierced the Private's stomach. It didn't look good at all.
"Binx, help him now!" I ordered. Binx did a four-legged crawl over to Trimble, pulling out his kit, and working with extreme speed. He needed to be covered, and the tanks were still a problem.
"Marines, covering fire! All men fire rockets at will!" I ordered. All the marines started firing their weapons instantaneously, mowing down the advancing soldiers. Every now and then, a marine would stand, firing his rocket into the wall of steel encroaching on our location. As the soldiers continued their rate of fire, I crawled my way to Trimble's location. Binx was doing all he could, but the private was a mess.
"Nick, I… I don't want to… to die... I don't want to!" sputtered the injured Marine.
"Loren, Loren! Look at me man! It's going to be alright, okay? You're going to be fine; Binx here will have you patched up in no time." I said, trying the calm the hysteric private. I looked up at Binx, who just slowly shook his head "No." My heart dropped. In one day I lost a friend, and now I'm losing another. This couldn't be happening, I must be dream-
"He's going into shock!" yelled Binx, as the private passed out and stopped breathing. I dropped my weapon, and began chest compressions. As I continued with CPR, Binx was doing all he could to get Trimble back.
"Don't die on me Loren! Don't die on me dangit!" I yelled at the unresponsive Private. I kept pushing, until finally Binx pulled me away.
"Nick, he's gone man. I'm sorry." He said, holding back his own emotions. After he said that, I saw all of Bravo squad start shooting more ferociously than before. They were all grief stricken, I could tell, but they decided to let it out by killing every enemy soldier they saw.
"We're out rockets!" yelled Pvt. Henry. We all continued firing as we waited for Broushet's next order.
"All men fall back! I repeat fallback!" We all got up, doing a leap frog pattern as the men in the front ran back, us in the back covered, and then vice versa. Our squad ended up in a destroyed Pavelow. We laid the injured Marines inside, as the rest of us took positions.
"Henry, see if that mini-gun is still working!" I ordered.
"It is, Sir!"
"Roger, get on it now! Haag see if you can get the radio working!"
"Aye, Aye Sir." This was it, our Alamo. If we didn't hold here, we'd be done for. Hopefully that radio works, or we're all dead….