Chapter 4: The Elites

"After I graduated from basic training I was deployed to Saudi Arabia, I was assigned to the 1st Marine Division, our job… defend some oil fields from some pissed off Muslim soldiers. And let me tell you fighting in that desert sand… it… was… hell."

~Three years later~

"After about three years of fighting off the local militia, we became the most talked about in the Corp. All that fighting made sure that we were prepared for anything. But nothing prepared me for what was about to happen that fateful day…"

We switch to a seen of Rock and two other Marines driving down the road of a burned down, Saudi Arabian city, Rock was driving the Humvee while chatting with his two friends.

"So… First Sergeant… at only 21 years old, that's gotta be pretty damn impressive ay' Rock?" said the African-American Marine sitting next to Rock in the passenger seat. "Yeah I guess but don't think just because I like you guys doesn't mean I won't be an asshole, Clay" said Rock.

"Uh-oh you hear that Corporal, we in trouble now. Outta all the COs that I met out here Rock is gonna be the worst of 'em all" said the southern accented Marine manning the turret. "You got that right Beaumont, but none have half the balls that Rock has, and there ain't no other Marine that I would have" answered Corporal Clay.

"Jeez Corporal, you don't plan on kissing me do ya? I mean I know your supposed to respect your Commanding Officer but I don't swing that way" joked Rock, "Hey, fuck you ma-"(BOOM).

A massive explosion happened directly in front of the Humvee. The entire front of the vehicle is torn up and Rock, Clay, and Beaumont quickly recovered from the concussive force of the explosion. Rock and Clay grabbed their M16s and stepped out while behind the cover of the Humvee doors, while Beaumont loaded the turret.

"Did anyone see that?" asked Rock. "Negative sir, check the radio see if its okay" said Clay. "Fucking shit the radios blown to shit, we got no way of contacting backup" said Rock. "So what do we do First Sergeant?" asked Beaumont. "Alright, Corporal you go into that building at your 3 o'clock, Lance Corporal you stay here and provide cover fire for us" ordered Rock and the two Marines did as they were told.

"We were later ambushed by Saudi Arabian forces and we had to fight our way through the city until we reached an old abandoned factory and we hunkered down there for the night. Both Clay and Beaumont were wounded and couldn't continue so I made sure that they had extra ammunition if the SA forces found us."

"I talk upon myself and scouted the city making sure it was clear."

After scouting for hours Rock heard commotion. "I walked towards the sound and to my shock I found the enemies base camp. I knew that if they found either me or my comrades we would die. So I used stealth tactics and talk out of the patrols with my knife until I came upon a munitions storage. I looked inside and found tons of diesel and gasoline."

"I decided that if I was gonna protect my Marines… I was gonna make sure that these hajji motherfuckers couldn't even feel the wind."

Rock quickly grabbed as much gasoline as he could and quietly sprayed and dumped it all over the camp. Eventually Rock came upon a briefing room, he sifted through the files until coming upon info of an impending attack on the Marine and Army bases in the country. Rock quickly stiffed the info into his vest and retreated out of the camp.

"When I got out of that camp, I took out a lighter and lit that shit up… To this day I could still hear the sound of the hajji soldiers screaming as every one of them burned to death."

With the job done, Rock returned to the factory and was glad to see that Clay and Beaumont were still alive and well. And after exploring the building a little more Rock came upon a radio room.

"The radio was still functioning, thank God, and so I patched into the Marine Corps base's frequency and told them our coordinates.

In the morning, I saw a Sea Knight land outside the building and out came, to my surprise, the Delta Force. They searched the area and found the burned down base camp along with less than a hundred hajji soldiers. I was quickly greeted by the Colonel.

"Are you the Commanding officer of this group?" asked the Colonel, behind him I could see medics pulling Clay and Beaumont out on gurneys and I answered yes. He also asked if I alone burned the enemy camp, to which I also answered yes.

"Jesus Christ… You must have balls bigger than watermelons don't ya First Sergeant. But still it would've been good if we at least got some info from one of your barbecued friends."

Rock quickly remembered the dossiers he recovered, he took them out and handed them to the Colonel. As the Colonel read it he was shocked to find all that information and was ecstatic to know that the enemy no longer had the element of surprise.

"My God… Marine… You have no idea… the amount lives you just saved with this alone. Combined with the fact that you just took out an entire battalion of enemy soldiers."

"Sir, I was just doing my job and making sure that my men didn't get killed." Rock started toward the helicopter until the Colonel said, "You know, were running low on soldiers, and we need men with your kind of quick thinking and strategizing" Rock was shocked and asked, "Sir… are you.. asking me to… join?" "what do you say Fist Sergeant Okajima?" asked the Colonel. "Only three words were enough for an answer;"Yes I will!"