Hiya. This is Marcus here, back and more violent than ever! Thanks to me being drafted and sent off to Vietnam, I know how to reload a revolver with one hand… plus, I can reload a M14 in seconds. I was only in war for half a year due to… an on the job injury? Hell, I don't know what you'd call it.
Well, lucky me, I got drafted, and so did Willis. One of my buddies from the mines. We got hauled off to the trenches in Nam.
"Good to see ya Marcus." Willis greeted as our helicopter took off.
"Same for you Willis. How you been?"
"Well, we're in Nam… so not that good."
"Quiet ladies! We're landing now. Get ready, you will be sent into the trenches in exactly one hour!" the sergeant yelled.
The chopper landed, and the bay door opened. We all rushed out, and ran into a poorly built shack. There were about ten people in our team, and we were all supposed to be "special" soldiers. I was a support specialist. I used a Stakeout shotgun, M19 revolver, KA-BAR knife, and always carried an E-tool, or an entrenching tool. Willis was assigned with the M60, and Hank was his Feeder. Our medic was a doctor who got drafted (What a surprise), his name was Anderson. He was a good guy. Our leader was a combat tactician named Campbell. He was a serious bastard, never took a joke. No one made jokes about him though, he was the boss. And we had a few other guys I never learned about.
The Sergeant never got off the chopper, and it just flew away. Campbell stood in front of us, and explained our mission for the day.
"Listen up! We were sent in to reinforce an outpost down in the jungle. This ain't no casual walk through the park either! The men there have been developing some kind of armor, and we need it. Gear up and move maggots!" Campbell yelled.
We all grabbed our gear, which was all leaned up against the wall. I picked my Stakeout up, and strapped it on my back. I holstered my M19, and sheathed my knife. I strapped on my E-tool's holster, and waited by the exit.
After everyone geared up, we headed out into the jungle. We walked silently along the jungle path, careful to avoid any traps that could've been set. The Vietcong's are crafty bastards. They set up spikes hidden by leaves and the spikes are covered in human feces… yes, poop. It's supposed to act as a toxin.
Well, we did a horrible job at that. After we neared the location, one of our guys fell into a pit. Before we could do anything, he was dead. A spike was shoved through his neck, stomach, and leg. Of course he was dead.
"Nothing we can do. Keep moving, and kill one of those bastards for him." Campbell said.
We all continued our way, ignoring the fact that was just lost a man. We found the place after half an hour, and wasted no time in entering.
The sight was horrible. Dead bodies everywhere. Blood spattered on the walls. Some poor guy had his head blown to bits. I think I found some of it on the other side of the room.
"Damn… the locals can really kill. Alright ladies, search for that armor!" Campbell broke the silence.
Everyone sweeped the area looking for the armor. I really wanted to see it myself, considering we lost about sixteen good men for it. I kicked open a wooden door to a pure white tiled room. There it was, a large, black suit of armor. Complete with boots, helmet, vest, pants. It reminded me of Big Daddies. The armor, the odd shaped helmet. I saw a slip of paper on a desk. I looked at it. It was the design for the armor. I stuffed it in my pocket and grabbed the armor. I walked out of the room with the armor on my arm.
"Sir, I found it!" I called out.
"Alright, let's get outta here."
Before anyone made a move, and live hand grenade flew into the room. Everyone hit the floor, but I unfortunately, was too close. I felt shrapnel fly through my leg. I winced, but didn't make a sound. Willis ran to my side, and pulled me out of the line of fire. Somehow, we got into a firefight with a bunch of Vietcong's.
"Marcus, are you alright?" Willis asked over the sound of gunfire.
"Yeah, I just got crippled by a fucking piece of metal the size of a quarter. I'm fine!" I snapped.
"Alright, we need to get you outta here."
After a few minutes, the gunfire stopped. We didn't move though. We knew they were still out there. Then, a shot flies through the window and hits me in the ribs. This time, I let it out.
"Fuck! This hurts like hell ya' know!"I cried out.
We stayed there for another half an hour. I was losing blood, we all knew it too. But Campbell insisted on us camping out, waiting for it all to blow over. While I awaited the grim reaper to come and take me, I examined the armor more. The helmet was two-pieces. The top was a helmet and neck guard. The bottom was a face cover. When together, there was a slit for the eyes. That was it. The vest was about two layers of bullet proof armor, just like the pants. The boots were heavy military grade boots. The legs had braces on them, probably to help support the wearer, as the armor was pretty heavy.
After another half an hour, I gave up all hope. But hell, at least my tea was there. No one should die alone, right?
Willis st next to me, attempting to ensure me that everything will be alright. I was pretty sure that it wouldn't have been.
"Sir, we need to get him outta here now! If we don't, he's gonna die!" Willis yelled.
"We aren't going anywhere. We will wait until they are gone, do you hear me?" Campbell barked back.
"What about this armor? Why don't we try it now?"
"How do you propose we do that?"
"Give it to me. I'll try it out." I interrupted.
"What? Now, you're wounded."
"No Willis, I'm dying. I'd rather die in a firefight than bleeding like a stuck pig."
"…Fine, gear him up."
I tossed my helmet to the ground, and strapped on the top of the armored helmet. I did the same to the bottom, and stood up. I pulled the vest on, and belted the bottom into place. I kicked my boots off, and stepped into the heavy boots. I picked up my shotgun, and cocked it. I stepped to the door, and kicked it open. I felt bullets ping against my chest, but I was never touched.
I launched slugs into the enemies before me, killing them all almost instantly. After a while, I ran out of ammo. So, I threw my gun to the side and opened my E-tool. The edges were sharpened so that bastard was like a battle axe. I felt like a juggernaut.
I slashed and hacked my way through at least twenty locals before they started to fall back. I knew by that time that the armor was some kind of government secret not meant for public eyes, because I had wasn't touched by a single shot. The team followed shortly after. But that was a bit too late. I passed out on the evac zone.