North Africa,1943.
The Kassarine Pass is quiet,
too quiet if you ask me.
Command says the Neurio are going to move right down the middle of the pass and we need to stop them, so command plops down 50 to 60 grunt's at the bottom to try and stop them.
were a mixed bag of anti armor troopers and engineers hastily assembled to guard the pass, we have a few anti Neurio tank guns, a few dozen MG's and we have dug a line of foxhole's and fighting position's right down the middle of the pass.
"If those bastard's show there ugly faces, we will be ready for em" a baby faced trooper who i share this foxhole with shout's causeing a chain reaction down the line of hoot's and yell's.
"Don"t get cocky kid, the Neurio aren't pushovers" i say griping the M1919 Browning Machine gun the two of us will man in case of attack. were strched out too thin, most of the men on the line are engneer's from the 126th.
in the distance, we hear them moving, the clunk of there feet as these forces of darkness march foward to meet us in combat. everyone is quite as the stomping grows louder and louder.
"is that-" the young engneer ask's as the Neurio reply with a laser blast to the foxhole next to us. the hole explodes and the soldiers come jumping out screaming, there on fire and burning to death.
"Holy shit" the soldier yell's taking the MG from my grip and firing into the darkness. the night turns to day as our MG's and big guns open fire. i spot the Neurio infantry charging foward's towards us, there four legs clacking the entire way. i sight my rifle and start firing on them, the bullet's find there mark knocking the first to the desert sand and as the others see me and return fire.
i get down low as there laser's pass and take a grenade from my webgear i pull the pin and throw it toward's the sorce of the enemy fire. a loud boom follow's along with the hellish scream's of dying Neurio.
I look up to see the the soldier still firing the Browning "GET SOME"! he yell's firing the gun in an arc shape. the front is a crimson red and stops firing, he grab's his M3 sub machine gun up from his side and begin's firing again.
I place my hand on his arm and he turn's with the look of a made man in his eyes.
"your just wasting amunition, there falling back" i yell then seeing the battlefield is silent and lower my voice.
a louder stomping begin's as the ground shakes.
as lasers streak overhead i see my worst fear's are confirmed, the Neurio are attacking with turtle's.
The turtle is the Neurio version of a tank, it has an armored shell and is a mean sonofabitch to kill. the monster lumber's out into the light of the fires caused by the fighting, it's hexagon armor reflecting the light.
"shit" i yell grabing a Panzerfast form the bottom of the foxhole, the Karlsland anti tank weapon is light and a hell of alot better then any Liberion anti tank weapon. i bring it up to my shoulder and take aim, the lumbring beast is right in my crosshairs, and fire.
the warhead sail's true and strike's the Turtle head on, it lets off a yell and the rest of the line opens fire on it too. The line is ablaze with gunfire and smoke as we put more lead down range then a battle ship.
without warning, the Neurio explodes in a flash of white shards.
men begin chearing up and down the line.
"is...is it over"? the soldier asks me.
"Not yet" i say cocking the MGs charging handle. from the night air a screaming sound is heard as the world around us starts to explode.
"MEDIC"
"I'M HIT"
"INCOMING"!
there's yelling and gunfire as me run from there foxhole's into the night trying to escape from the enemy.
The line is now broken.
a laser explodes too close to the foxhole and i grab the soldier's arm
"Kid we need to-" i'm cut off as i see i'm griping and just an arm no longer attached to anything.
i grab the MG and the last belt of round,s and jump out of the foxhole and begin trying to make me way back allied lines.
As i sprint into the darkness i look back one last time at the death and destrucion my enemy leaves in its wake...
...ZZZ...
I get out of bed, still shaken by the memory i had dreamed about. I had never realy ever forgotten our defeat a Kassarine, i had seen my fellow soldiers fight and die at the hands of the Neurio, I had seen what they were, monsters who showed no mercy, they are my enemy.
I get dressed and shave in the bathroom as the sound of the runing water masks my singing.
once i look decent i wash my face and leave for my morning meal.
As i walk down the hall, a girl in a blue jacket with blonde hair and glasses stops me with a look of hatred in her eyes.
"YOU! how dare you"! she says pointing at me.
"uh...i'm sorry"
"i saw you training with the Major last night, know your place you muddy ground dog"
"first of all, what right do you have to call me names? you don't know me, second of all, how did you know i was trying with the Major, it was 9;00 at night? what were you doing spying on her" i ask the girl, now angry that someone could call anyone such names.
"Well..." she trails off.
"wait, you were spying on her, what the hell"
"that's not the point you just stay away from the major or else" she says.
she walks away leaving me to wonder what her deal was. i never did understand women anyway.
Well then, off to breakfast.
Hello everyone, as some of you know are brothers and sisters in the Star Trek fandom recently lost beloved actor Leonard Nimoy, Mr Nimoy grew up in Boston MA, since i live around that area this had hit me hard, i hope Leonard is in a better place, May he live long and prosper. Rest in peace sir, rest in peace.