Might not be able to post next week so I went ahead and posted these chapters. This is a look into Josh's military career. This is a full on action chapter, blood guts and ass the whole nine yards...No not really that much gore but there is killing. some of you might think this chapter is a bit far fetched, maybe it is a little. Just keep in mind that Anthro species flying space ships in space is also a bit far fetched.
anyway I hope you guys enjoy.
Ch. 13
Soldier
"Let's get a move on Grant." Whiskey Company's squad leader called out, Josh lowered the video camera away from the locals who were walking around and shopping at classic over crowded stands that you see in movies. Josh looked over his left shoulder to find the squad leader waving at him. Josh turned the video camera off and made his way to the rest of the squad, which consisted of four others, the Squad leader Mitch, Donavon the team's medic, Marcel, and Evans the grunts. They were Whiskey Company and were known for being in the heat of battles, Josh was transferred to the team two days ago.
"You sure do like recording don't you?" Evans asked as he lit a cigarette.
"Kind of my job to record what goes on." He replied and turned the camera back on and pointed it at his squad mates.
"Say hi to the folks back home." Josh said Evans rolled his eyes and took his cigarette from his mouth, he cleared his throat and looked at the camera.
"Hi Mom, hi Dad it's your son. Having a great day in…Dagahid…Dangohid, whatever the fuck you call it. It's three in the afternoon and it is a hundred and three degrees. There is sweat going down my ass crack as we speak. I can feel it every time I move and walk, and it makes my butt cheeks feel all slippery." He said which caused the others to chuckle, the camera shakes a little as Josh quietly laughs as well, Evans was the funny guy of the squad.
"Alright guys lets go, we have to secure the perimeter, and then you can goof around all you want." Mitch called out.
"Yes sir." Evan said fake pouting like a child, causing the others to laugh. Josh turned the camera around to look around the area as they walked on. Suddenly they heard a gunshot and saw a spot right next to their feet where dirt flew into the air.
"Contact, contact!" Mitch shouted, suddenly his voice was muffled over by the sound of multiple gun fire. Josh looked to his right over to a rocky hill to find a beat up truck with a mounted 50 Cal. Rebel Soldiers were hanging out of the truck's windows firing their rifles.
"We're too exposed, we need to get back to the town!" Marcel shouted and suddenly red mist sprayed out from his back, followed by a thick single line of blood. He fell to the ground and no longer moved.
"Man down!" Evans shouted and grabbed Marcel and dragged him over to a large rock close by, it was just barely able to conceal the two men's bodies, but it was the only cover close by. The rest of the Soldiers quickly rushed over to the rock and crouched down.
Bullet after bullet flew past their heads and either hit the ground or hitting the rock breaking pieces off. Josh sat his video camera down and held tight to his rifle, he turned the safety off and the holo ammo counter came on telling him he had thirty bullets. He looked over the rock at the truck filled with rebel soldiers, suddenly he heard a bullet zip past his head and felt something red hot slash at his cheek, he instinctively dropped onto his back and placed his hand on his cheek. His fingers touched one spot and it caused him to flinch at the pain a little.
He removed his hand and saw his gloved covered hand trickle with a few drops of blood, he sat back up and looked over at the town, it wasn't that far away to the nearest building, about the length of a football field. However with the constant fire they would be picked off, however if someone was able to draw their fire away for at least a few moments then the rest of the squad would be able to make it to the building.
"I'll draw their fire, when I do you guys rush to that building, I just need you to hang on for a little bit!" He shouted, they all looked at him and gave a slight nod. Josh nodded back and took a deep breath trying to calm his fast beating heart. He counted down from three in his head, when he got to one he quickly rushed from cover and ran as fast as he could away from the rock towards the town.
The sound of bullets flying past his head and bullets hitting the ground close to him drained out any other sound. He ran as fast as his legs could move, his breathing turned from steady to panting. As he came to the corner of the building he felt something smack him hard against his head, the force of the blow knocked him off his feet and plowed onto his side. Everything was all fuzzy, and his head was aching like crazy. He tried to moved but his limbs felt stiff, all he could do was lie in front of the building that kept the bullets from reaching him. After a few seconds he was able to move his legs, he brought them to his chest and placed his hands on the ground and forced himself up.
His vision slowly returned to normal, however his head still ached, he quickly undid the straps to his helmet and tossed it off of him, the helmet rolled on the ground, and that's when he discovered the large dent with a crushed bullet sticking in it. He placed his hand over the spot on his head and suddenly felt like pissing himself.
'Holy fuck…That was fucking close.' He thought and tried to calm his breathing, however the sound of repeating gun fire caused him to remember that his team was pinned down. He reached down and grabbed his helmet and yanked the bullet out and placed the helmet back over his head and strapped it tight. He then ran as fast as he could through the town.
Josh made his way out of the town, he could still hear the sound of gun fire as he made his way up a rocky hill, he looked over and saw the beat up truck still firing at his team mates. He made his way closer and closer hoping they wouldn't discover him just yet. The truck was only a few yards away, he counted five men total. He quickly looked around and discovered there was no cover. His chances of getting out of this uninjured was very unlikely, Josh knew now was the time to make himself known. He held his rifle tight against his right shoulder and aimed it at the Rebel shooting the 50 Cal.
Josh squeezed the trigger and it sent a bullet flying out of the barrel and hit his target in the side of the face. The Rebel slouched over onto the gun and fell back wards off of the truck. The other four men looked at their fallen team mate, Josh aimed his rifle again and fired, the bullet hit one of them in the back, spraying blood over the other three. As his body fell they looked over at the shooter.
One of the men started shouting in their native language and they aimed their guns and started to fire, bullet after bullet flew past him. Josh quickly crouched and fired his gun taking another man down, suddenly he felt like he got hit by a car in his chest. He fell to his back and his breathing nearly stopped, he groaned and sat up and fired his gun. The last two Rebels ran behind their truck for cover.
Josh stood up as fast as he could and kept firing his rifle at the truck. One Rebel popped his body up and fired his gun, Josh felt the bullet tear right through his left shoulder. A pain full shout left his mouth. He gritted his teeth together and aimed his gun and shot the Rebel in the eye, causing the back of his head to explode in red mist and chunks of flesh.
The last Rebel rushed out from cover and fired his gun, bullet after bullet hit Josh in the chest causing him to fall backwards once again. He tried to breath but couldn't, he noticed the Rebel walking closer to him, he quickly raised his rifle and fired without aiming, the first few rounds didn't touch the Rebel, but after that the rest found a home in his body. He dropped dead in a pool of blood.
Josh dropped his gun and tore off his body armor, suddenly it felt like a great weight was lifted off of his chest and he was able to breath. At first he breathed through his mouth and once he was able to calm down he breathed through his nose, inhaling the smell of blood and gun powder.
He sat up and pain started coursing through his body, he looked at his chest to find a small wound bleeding, one of the Rebels bullets went through the armor but got stuck and only went half an inch into his body. Removing the body armor had yanked the bullet out as well, he looked at his left shoulder to find it soaked in blood, the bullet had gone all the way through.
He looked up at the bright blue sky and felt a cool breeze blow at him, he stood up and picked up his riffle and used the strap to hang it over his right shoulder, he then placed his right hand over his left wounded shoulder and walked to the truck. He noticed his squad making their way up the hill. Josh leaned on the hood of the truck and waited for them to show up.
"You alright?" Mitch asked when he noticed Josh's wounds, he nodded in response.
"Did Marcel make it?" He asked Mitch shook his head.
"Yeah, it looked like it missed all his vital organs thank God…But Grant that was a reckless thing you did…I'm glad you did though, these sons of bitches would have shredded us down and post videos of them cutting up our dead bodies and feeding them to dogs…God damn bastards." He said and approached on of the dead rebels and spat on his body.
"We should call for an air lift for Marcel, the bullet didn't kill him but he will bleed out soon if we can't get an air lift, I put some instant coagulation powder on the wound but that will only give us a little more time before the blood flows out." Donavan said. Mitch nodded and reached for his radio ear piece.
"Fox Drive this is whiskey company do you read me?" He called out, there was static on the other end for a few seconds.
"Whiskey this is Fox Drive, we read you."
"Fox Drive I need an immediate air lift, I have two wounded soldiers and one is in critical condition." Mitch said and walked over to the rebel truck and sat down on the hood.
"We can do that whiskey, however it'll take the chopper about thirty minutes to reach you, there's been reports of hostel activity, a few choppers have been shot down…We'll send you one, just don't get your hopes up."
"Roger that…Whiskey out." Mitch said and turned to look at his men. "If the chopper doesn't get shot down it should be here with in thirty minutes…" Mitch was cut off when he heard the rebel truck's radio going off. It was a male talking in his native language.
"What is he saying?" Mitch asked and scooted off the hood of the truck, Evans approached the radio and listened in.
"he's checking in…He says if he doesn't get a reply he will assume something happened and…Send…He'll send…Ugh sorry boss couldn't get that last part. I'll wager he'll send reinforcements." Evans said.
"Can you act like a rebel and tell him everything's fine?" Mitch asked, Evans shook his head.
"I only know what they say, I can't speak it." Suddenly the man on the radio started to speak again, Evans started to shake his head. "That's what he's doing right now he's getting reinforcements."
"Alright whiskey, we need to get back to the town and wait this out…Hopefully the chopper will get here before they do." Mitch said and started to make his way down the hill, the rest of the team followed.
The team walked into a living room area in one of the buildings apartments on the top floor. They were caring Marcel and brought him over to a table.
"Clear the table Grant." Mitch ordered, Josh released his hold on Marcel and quickly walked over to the table the grabbed the table cloth and yanked it off pushing everything that was on the table onto the ground.
"Alright lay him down easy." Donavan said and the group gently laid Marcel on the table.
"Alright, Donavan stay here with Marcel and do what you have to do to keep him alive, Grant you stay with Donavan. Evans and I will stay downstairs should the rebels show up…Let's go." He said and he and Evans walked out. Donavan immediately unstrapped his medical backpack and placed it between Marcel's legs. He opened it and looked down at the table cloth on the ground.
"Grant pick up that table cloth…Fold it over a few times and lays Marcels head on it. We need to keep his head elevated." He said and started to look through his medical pack. Josh sat his rifle down and grabbed the red table cloth and started to fold it, he then walked over to Marcel's head and used his free hand to lift his head up, he then slid the folded table cloth under his head. Josh then looked over to find Donavan pulling out an IV pack; he walked over to Marcel's left side and moved his uniform's sleeve above his elbow and started to check for a vein.
"Grant I need you to come over here and apply a bit of pressure above the inner elbow so I can see a vein?" He asked.
"Yeah." He replied and walked over to Donavan, he placed his hand above the inner elbow and started to squeeze it, slowly the vein started to become visible.
"Thank you." Donavan said and stuck the needle into the vein, "Alright now reach into my pack and grab the tape so I can secure the needle. Josh moved away from Marcel and walked over to the medical pack and started to look around, Donavan had just about everything in there, except tape.
"There is no tape." He said, Donavan looked over at Josh.
"There has to be, just keep checking." Josh went back to searching the pack but again turned up empty.
"Donavan it's not here." He said.
"Fuck." He said, "I need something to keep the needle in place." Josh looked around for something he could use and then he looked at Marcel's boots. Josh reached over and undid the straps to his boots and then the laces and pulled the boot off, he then pulled the laces out and walked back to Donavan.
"Good and quick thinking Grant, and Marcel though a new member would slow us down." Josh started to wrap the lace around the needle tight enough so it wouldn't fall out, but loose enough that the IV liquid would easily flow in.
"Well he can buy me dinner once he's better…That should do it." He said and moved away so Donavan could check it, he gave a reassuring nod.
"That'll do it." He said and placed the IV pack on top of Marcel's torso, Josh picked up his rifle and walked over the edge of a window and carefully looked out to see if any rebels were coming, but the coast was clear and he walked back over to Donavan. "Alright…Shirt off Grant." He said, Josh raised a brow.
"What, why?" He asked.
"So I can treat your wounds." He said, Josh nodded and pulled his shirt off, Donavan stepped closer to take a look at his wounds. "Well, no major damage. The wound to your shoulder went clean through; the small wound to your chest as already stopped bleeding." Donavan reached into his pack and pulled out a small packet of instant coagulation powder. He tore open the packet and started to shake some of the powder into the front of Josh's shoulder; he then went behind him and shook some inside the back of his shoulder. After that he tossed the empty packet on the floor and reached back into his pack and pulled out three bandage pads and applied them to his shoulder wound and chest wound.
"Alright there you go…Now put your shirt on and stop trying to seduce me with your naked body I'm happily married to my wife." He said, Josh chuckled a little and grabbed his blood stained shirt and put it back on. Donavan walked back over to Marcel to check on him. "So Grant, you got a girl waiting for you?" He asked, Josh smiled.
"Yeah." He said and reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of him and Amanda, he handed it over to Donavan who took it and looked at it, "She's beautiful." He said and handed Josh the picture.
"Thanks, her names Amanda."
"How long you two been together?" Donavan asked and made his way over to a chair to sit down.
"Five years next Tuesday." Josh replied and stuffed the picture back into his pocket. Donavan nodded.
"Five years…Well are you going to marry her?" He asked, Josh shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't think she's interested in marriage just yet." Before he could say anything else they heard the sound of vehicles approaching. Josh quickly stood and made his way over to the window, he looked out and saw five rebel trucks armed with 50 Cal. And a lot of men.
"Here comes the welcome party." He said, Donavan placed a finger in his ear and activated his ear piece radios.
"Mitch we have company." He said.
"I see them, stay in the room with Marcel and Grant."
"Roger…Grant stay away from the window." He said and suddenly the window shattered and a bullet hole appeared close to Donavan's face, Donavan quickly moved out of the windows way and dropped to his knees. Josh held tightly to his riffle and slowly stood from the ground. Donavan placed his finger back into his ear. "Mitch we have a sniper, stay clear of the windows." He said and removed the finger from his ear.
"Grant we need to stay clear from the windows." Josh nodded. He then crawled over to Donavan. Suddenly they heard men shouting in their native language, then all five 50 Cal. Machine guns started going off. Bullet after bullet started to tear through the apartment building. Josh and Donavan went into a fetal position and covered their heads, Josh then looked up at Marcel and quickly stood up.
"STAY DOWN GRANT!" Donavan shouted, but his voice was muffled over the gun fire, he watched as Josh grabbed Marcel and dragged him onto the floor and shielded his body with his own. After a few more moments the gun fire stopped and they could hear the smaller caliber rifles being shot. Suddenly the door to the room busted open. Josh looked up and saw Mitch caring Evans who looked like he took a round to the gut. Evans was covering the wound with his hands and was groaning in pain. Mitch laid him on the floor and dropped down next to him.
"We are so fucked." Evans gurgled out. Josh looked at his wounded team mate and reached over for Donavan's medical pack. He grabbed it and handed it to Donavan who started to work on Evans.
"Grant!" Mitch called out, "Me and you need to keep these bastards from getting into the building." He said, Josh nodded and picked up his riffle. Mitch stood up and made his way out the door as did Josh. The two ran down the three flights of stairs and came to the front entrance, already two rebels had walked in. Mitch aimed his gun and fired at them killing the two, he then run up to the front door and closed it. Unfortunately the front door didn't have a lock. More gun fire was heard by the , Josh and Mitch dropped to the ground for cover as the guns started to rip through the building's walls.
Josh could feel parts of plaster and dry wall land on top of him as the bullets continued to shred down the walls. When the fire finally stopped the two men quickly stood up, they heard the sound of windows shattering. They made their way over to where the sound was coming from and saw some rebels entering the building through the windows. Josh aimed his gun and fired a few rounds into one rebel as Mitch fired a few rounds into the other. Suddenly bullet holes started to appear close to the two men, they turned around and noticed rebels had entered from another room. They quickly took cover behind the front desk, the rebels riffles easily tore through the desk.
Mitch quickly stood up and fired his gun killing one of the rebels and injuring the other, he then ducked back down behind the desk. Suddenly a grenade dropped between the two Marines.
"Oh Shit!" Josh shouted and quickly stood up and jumped over the desk as did Mitch, the grenade went off forcing the two men onto the ground. Rebels started to enter the room. Josh lifted his riffle up and started to fire it at who ever came into sight, body after body dropped. The once white walls were now stained red from blood. Josh quickly stood but noticed Mitch hadn't. He looked down and saw a few quarter sized holes in the body armor and blood coming out of holes.
"Mitch!" Josh shouted, a rebel shouting forced Josh to look up and the rebel entering the room, Josh lifted his gun and fired three shots before his holo counter told him he was now empty. Josh quickly dropped his gun and grabbed Mitch's which had fifteen bullets left in the magazine. Josh looked up and the coast was clear for now, he grabbed ahold of Mitch's body armor and started to drag him over to the stairway. As he dragged the unconscious squad leader the front door burst open and rebels started to rush into the room. Josh aimed his gun and fired the remaining bullets, those that weren't killed rushed for cover. Josh reached into one of the pouches attacked to his belt and pulled out a grenade, he suddenly felt a sharp burning pain at his side and the echo of a gunshot, Josh shouted at the pain and looked over to find a wounded rebel aiming a pistol at him.
Josh quickly pulled the pin to the grenade and tossed it at the rebel. All the other rebels who took cover started to advance to the stairway blocking the wounded Rebels shot. The wounded rebel started shouting and the other rebels looked at him and then the grenade went off and killed most of them. Josh grunted at the pain as he forced Mitch up the second flight of stairs. He noticed more rebels running up the stairs, Josh reached for another grenade but was out, he then reached down and took Mitch's pistol and pulled it out of its holster and aimed it at one rebel who made it up the second stairway. He fired the pistol and the round hit the rebel in the throat and he fell back down the stairs. Josh continued to drag Mitch and then came to the last flight of stairs, just then the started up again. Pieces of wall and the celling started to fall down, Josh had quickly shielded Mitch with his own body and kept the pistol aimed at the stairway
Three rebels rushed up the stairs, Josh fired the gun and hit one of them in the chest, he moved the gun to the right and fired hitting the next rebel in the face, making him twitch and fired his own gun into the third rebel. Despite the still firing Josh got up and dragged Mitch up the final flight of stairs and made his way over to the room where the rest of the squad was. Josh opened the door and dragged Mitch in, he looked over to find Donavan was firing his gun out the window; he looked over and quickly rushed over to Mitch.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Grenade." Josh said and suddenly felt pain flare up in his side, he grunted and placed his hand over the wound. Donavan noticed.
"Let me see it." He said, Josh shook his head.
"I'm fine, I need to get back out there, or else they will get in." Josh replied and stood up, Donavan instantly grabbed Josh's hand.
"I'll go, you're too hurt." He said, Josh shook his head.
"No…You're the medic, you need to keep them alive…I'll buy you as much time as I can." Josh didn't wait for Donavan to respond, he quickly walked out the door holding onto the pistol tightly. As he walked down the hall a few rebel soldiers rushed up the stairs, Josh aimed the pistol and fired the first shot into the rebels face. The Rebels turned to his direction and started to fire. Josh quickly rammed his body against a closed door and broke through it and entered another room. He grunted at the flaring pain in his side and shoulder. He gritted his teeth together and stood up; just then a rebel entered the room and started shouting at Josh. Josh quickly shoved the rebel against the wall and grabbed his riffle; Josh then used the gun and punched the rebel on the nose with it. He then took a step back and fired the pistol three times into his chest, the empty gun clicked when he tried to fire another round. He dropped the empty pistol and yanked the riffle from the rebel's dead hands.
Suddenly bullets started to penetrate through the wall, Josh quickly dropped to his back missing the bullets as they flew over him, Josh then aimed the gun at the wall and started to fire, moving the rifle to the left and right until he heard someone shout in pain. Josh quickly stood and rushed out of the room and into the hallway aiming his gun. A rebel lifted his gun to fire but Josh pulled the trigger first and killed him, he then noticed another rebel lying on the ground holding his bleeding knee. Josh fired a round into the rebels head and made his way down the second flight of stairs. No rebels had made their way up there so he continued to make his way down to the bottom flight of stairs. As he made his way to the first step he was blind sighted by a rebel ramming him into the wall.
Josh had lost his grip on the riffle and it fell to the floor, the rebel started to chock Josh with his forearm as he used his other hand to repeatedly punch the marine in his wounded side. The pain nearly made a tear run down his face; Josh could see his vision dimming as the rebel chocked him to death. Josh reached down to his right leg and pulled out his combat knife and rammed it upward in to the rebel's ribs. The man gasped and the two men fell down the last flight of stairs. Josh landed on the side of the rebel next to the wall, he looked over and could see a few rebels at the front entrance rushing in. Josh then noticed a pistol tucked into the rebels pants, Josh fished the weapon out and aimed it at the approaching enemy's. He fired the first three rounds into a rebel's chest and head, the other rebels started to fire their guns. Josh rolled the dead rebels body over onto his side for cover. The bullets sank into the dead body giving Josh a little bit of cover, however every few other rounds would graze his body. Josh lifted his body up and fired the pistol into the chest of another rebel who dropped dead, Josh quickly aimed the pistol at another rebel and fired, the bullet hit him in the arm. Josh leaned his body back as they fired again.
Suddenly he could hear someone shouting words he couldn't understand, the rebels stopped firing and the next sound he could hear was the sound of a chopper approaching. The rebels in the building quickly ran out and back to their trucks and drove off. Josh painfully leaned his body up and kept the pistol aimed at the door way until he noticed U.S soldiers entering. Josh sighed in relief and lowered the gun and sat up.
"Over here." He called out, "Upstairs…last floor, second to last door on the right, that's where the rest of my team is." He said and suddenly got light headed, he began throwing up and then lost consensus.