"I had a bayonet, they didn't."-Medal of Honor recipient Walter Ehlers' reply to a question asked by his friend about why he assaulted a German mortar position manned by nine German troops using only his bayonet
London, England
August 11th, 2011
Rifleman Kyle thought he was really going to die as he rushed headlong into the Tinnie mass. He felt strange though. He wasn't scared like he was before. Well he was a little but not like before. He felt completely at ease as he ran towards certain death. In matter of fact he never felt so at ease with himself as he was right then at there. There was only one thing that bothered him; the Tinnies hadn't blown him apart yet. He didn't waste his chance. Rifleman Kyle fired his last two rounds into a Tinnie's chest making it fall over like a toy soldier. He dropped his L129 and pulled out his Browning Hi-Power. He emptied an entire clip into a Tinnie dropping it. As he reloaded he heard a sound that sent a chill running up his spine. He looked over his shoulder and saw whatever was left of 2nd Rifles charging with bayonets fixed. So he wasn't going to die alone.
"Time for you to get off MY island!" Lance Corporal David screamed as the first Tinnie came within his bayonet's reach. He thrust the pointy attachment of his rifle into a Tinnie's chest and twisted it. The Tinnie let out a shrill screeching sound and tried to swipe at Lance Corporal David. He easily ducked it and shoved the Tinnie back. Another Tinnie thrust forward with its gun like appendage missing him by mere centimeters. Lance Corporal David batted the Tinnie's arm to the ground and slashed at its head. When that produced no visible results Lance Corporal David resulted to fighting dirty. He kicked the Tinnie in its right knee joint breaking it and send the Tinnie down to one knee. Lance Corporal David pulled his Browning Hi-Power out of its holster with his left hand and delivered a single bullet to the Tinnie's head. The back of the Tinnie's head splattered outwards putting that one out of commission. Two more Tinnies came charging at him. He fired off the rest of the magazine missing most shots but killing the two aliens in the end. He'd have to learn to shoot with his left hand later if there was a later. He reholstered his pistol and went towards the next Tinnie. It was on top of a fellow soldier pounding the pour buggers face in with its gun. He thrust the bayonet into the back of the Tinnie's head and lifted with all his might. He didn't know how he did it but he lifted the Tinnie over his head and smashed it into the bridge. He was surprised the bayonet didn't break or snap. He turned back around to see if the soldier was okay. His head looked like someone took a hammer to a watermelon. Disgusted, Lance Corporal David turned around. He turned around just in time to see a Tinnie about to bring his bulky arm/weapon down on his own head.
Rifleman Andrew threw all his weight into the Tinnie that threatened his fellow section member. The Tinnie, caught by surprise, was thrown off balance and was sent skittering to the ground. Rifleman Andrew landed right on top of it and didn't waste a moment. Despite how much it hurt he punched the Tinnie in the head again and again to keep it stunned. Rifleman Andrew thought he might have broken all of his knuckles in his right hand when Lance Corporal drove a knife into the Tinnies head silencing it for good.
"Thanks, mate." Lance Corporal David said as he quickly helped Rifleman Andrew up. Lance Corporal David couldn't help but notice how sweaty and beaten Rifleman Andrew was. His left eye was swollen shut and looked like a plum. The normally pale kid seemed almost white now.
"No problem, sir." Rifleman Andrew panted. Not a second after Rifleman Andrew said that Lance Corporal David threw him to the ground and crouched at the same time. A Tinnie bolted past them missing by a full foot. Lance Corporal David pivoted on his heels and lunged at the Tinnie's back with his bayonet. The bayonet went right through the Tinnie's back and out the front. The Tinnie struggled for a bit before going limp.
Rifleman Andrew got up ignoring the fierce burning in his lungs. Three Tinnies came running at him. His grip tightened on his rifle as he yelled, "Is that all you got, mate!" The Tinnies didn't slow down. He sidestepped one just to be shoved to the ground by another. His bayonet tripped one up sending it to the ground. Lance Corporal David grabbed a L85A2 off the ground and emptied what remained of the magazine into the two standing Tinnies. Rifleman Andrew was on top of the next Tinnie not a second later bashing its head in with a tire iron that lay on the ground.
Rifleman Kyle fired the last round of his Browning Hi-Power into a Tinnie's leg crippling it. He grabbed his entrenching tool from his thigh and tore it free from the Velcro pocket that held it. He hit a Tinnie in the neck with it nearly taking off its head. The Tinnie, with its head dangling by a few strands of stringy stuff, swung wildly. It took Rifleman Kyle some effort to dodge all of the blows. He was just so tired. The last of the Tinnie's blows grazed his right thigh sending a jolt of pain running through his leg.
"If you wanna touch there you at least gotta buy me dinner first!" Rifleman Kyle bellowed as he put the serrated edge of the entrenching tool into the Tinnie's chest. Suddenly he felt a crippling pain in his right arm. He let go of the entrenching tool and grabbed at his shattered arm. A Tinnie kicked him in the chest sending him flying several meters. As he skidded across the ground he felt all of his ribs break. He came to a rest by the hood of a police car. He just looked up at the sky as fluid filled his chest cavity. Something important was punctured. He coughed up blood sending flecks of the stuff all across his face. Something important had to be punctured.
Corporal Willis looked at the scene on the bridge in horror. His fellow soldiers in the 2nd Rifles were getting slaughtered. There were just too many Tinnies. His men were out there getting killed and there was nothing he could do. He looked over at Rifleman Justin. He was curled up under a desk crying and saying he wanted to go home over and over again. The kid had had all he could take. He was lost for now. He grabbed Rifleman Justin's rifle and all the magazines he had with him. Rifleman Justin didn't even seem to notice. Just as he stepped out the door he ran into someone he'd never expect to run into at a time like this.
"Hugh?" Corporal Willis asked bewildered. He had to be dreaming. Something like this just didn't happen on the battlefield.
"Yeah." The man wearing a battered uniform replied as he slung a L85A2 over his shoulder. Corporal Willis could just barely make out the 40th Commando's unit patch on his shoulder. Fifteen men behind him were just as beat as him. They all looked tired and worn out. Like they haven't been able to just sit down and relax since this all began. "Long time no see, brother." Colonel Hugh Westmorland said with a tired smile.