"Rangers Lead the Way!"
Day One, 1600 Hours
Afghanistan
Corporal Alex Stone
U.S. Army Rangers
Alex awoke in a daze, his vision blurred, and he was hearing bells in his ears. Bullets were flying all around him, explosions in the distance. Something grabbed him from behind and began to drag him back, behind sandbags. There were bodies all around him, both of the local Militia, and of the Rangers. He was dropped behind multiple sandbags, an M16A4 rifle with red dot sight dropped onto his chest along with five extra clips. Sergeant Rubin crouched next to him, and patted him on his chest. "Let's go Alex! We gotta make it to the school!" He yelled, pulling him to his feet. "If we can clear a big enough gap in their forces, we can make it to the school!" Corporal Keating yelled, reloading his SCAR. "Shit! They got a Technical!" Private Johnson yelled, pointing at the approaching vehicle. "Snipers! Twelve o'clock high!" Private Summers yelled out, reloading his M4A1. Keating shot several rounds at the snipers, but missed both of them. He ducked down, and looked at Rubin, not sure what to do next. Alex aimed carefully and fired five rounds at the snipers and hit and killed one of them. "One down!" Alex yelled. "Only fifty to go!" Johnson replied, jokingly. "No shit!" Rubin said, shooting multiple rounds at the sniper. The technical opened fire with the fifty caliber machine gun, sending bullets blazing their way. Everyone instinctively ducked down, and waited for the gunner to reload."We got support incoming!" Rubin yelled. "Hunter Two-Three, this is Savior Six, we're coming in hot." The radio crackled. "Copy!" Rubin answered. A Cobra gunship flew by, firing missiles into the technical and militia. As the smoke cleared, the Rangers stood up, each breathing a sigh of relief, noticing the multiple dead militia that littered the building and ground. "Let's go, team. We need to make it to the school ASAP."