Irregulaire

It was May 31st, 2015—my birthday. Election results are coming out, and people are dissatisfied with these results. Incumbent government led by President James Widows won against Dennis Pieterzoon’s opposition by a tiny margin. Less than 3%, even. Still, Jacktown became very unstable in just a week. The whole country then turned unstable in just days. This situation was then taken as an opportunity by our neighboring country, Broenland, to retake what they had. They launched an invasion from the North with two prongs meant to encircle the capital city of Jacktown, a mere month since the election ended. This country, Griesia, was once part of Broenland before we decided to split up. Back in the 1980’s, we had a civil war which then had an impact on how we came to be. It was short, but effective. We stated that we wanted independence and would fight for it. Then we did it. With UN assistance, we established independence from Broenland in 1986. Tension never ceased, however. We still ha

The Colonel’s house was surrounded by other houses except on the Southeast flank. There’s only a wall out there, separating land owned by farmers and the compound. To the front of the house, that is the East, there’s a house with a caved-in roof. Looks like a close call on them. Mortars, I think. Attacks on military bases have increased in frequency, making daily patrols necessary, but on a housing complex? I mean come on. There were a couple of waypoints up to the North, with one going westwards, that narrows down to one heading South. These waypoints are closely guarded, with entrance to the Compound from the Northwest guarded with Marine personnel, as well as the exit, to the far West.There were low fences around the house, made out of cement, the kind you see on old rural house. The house itself would be the designated inner compound, along the fence, with the main objectives being there, namely the Colonel and his family. Before we came in, these parts

I caught a glimpse of the blast just before I got thrown into the air. Is this it? I don’t think so. My ears were ringing due to the blast. I’m supposed to be dead, you know. But here I am, breathing heavily with blood running through my nostrils. Dirt was all over my face. I tried to get up when I felt a sharp pain in my left side, around the ribs. A fragment, from that mortar round. A similar piece struck my left cheek. When I fully regained consciousness, another round had fallen into Ruud’s spot, killing him. I came to realize that the round that fell in front of me was a small caliber. “Grace,” I said to myself, still trying to get up. “GRACE!” I screamed as I grabbed my rifle. She laid there with Ian trying to pick off shards of glass that’s been embedded into her skin. “IS SHE OKAY?!!” “Yea!” “Let’s get her inside!” I shouted as another round fell quite close to the house “ANNA!” “Yea!?” she answered “Organize the guys, I’ll be with you

“Damn those pigs,” The Colonel said, clenching his teeth. “Stubs, you take care of the defense here. You’re a platoon leader now,”Stubs was surprised. With a mutter under his breath, he replied, “yes sir,”The Colonel then went back inside. Sergeant Major followed him. Stubs stayed with us—yes, even though he’s unofficially a lieutenant now, he’s still okay with it. He’s about to be our new platoon commander, and with 2 Marine squad left, they were about to count us in. Hopefully they captured the Lieutenant instead of killing him. He was a good man, to be frank.We were just standing there, not really back on our position. There were too many holes to fill in after we lost that one squad the Lieutenant brought. We were spread too thin, or at least so I thought. Spreading too thin doesn’t really look like this. It’s like five men covering 100-yard line. But for us, less than 40 people

“FUCKING BASTARDS!!” Red let rip with her 416, switching it to full-auto mode, expending the rest of her magazine.I got back to the machine gun, handling it as furiously as I could get from Karl’s death. But the wave got so close we needed to call in support. We don’t have mortars, and our grenades would’ve had little effect. Not long after that, two planes flew overhead and pulverized the rear portion of that wave with some napalms and machine gun fire. We saw this beautiful stream of red tracers flying all over the place with all the explosions from the bombs and rockets. It was very much like Independence Day celebration.It turned out a radio man called in the help for us. Either it was from another squad, or it was from the C2. Lucky he got it in time, we were. But the wave didn’t really stop, up until the point that we need to find another ammo can for my machine gun. Now where is that M60 ammo I left in the bushes?&ld