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Private First Class Chris "Hawkeye" Baker, riflemen in the 101st Airborne, sat in the enlisted man's club, a glorified bar at Camp Eagle, the Base of the One Oh One. walked in, and took a seat next to Hawkeye.

"Hey quarter master?" He said, "Bring him a beer and me a coke ok?"

"Sure thing." The quarter master said with a grin, and brought out two bottles, giving the beer to Shadow and the coke to Hawkeye.

Looking at shadow, he said, "I don't drink. Eh, another beautiful day in Nam. The shitters still leave their scent in the air, the explosions add a lovely color to the eviornment, and I just think dead bodies make a wonderful addition to the jungle, wouldn't you say?"

"O man Hawkeye, I'm so ready to fight," he said as he gulped down the bottle of beer. "I want to kill the damn Vietcong."

"Yea Shadow after this war I'm gonna come back to my family."

"Aww come on Hawkeye I don't want this war to end. This will be so easy. Kinda like target practice back at home "

"Bartender," Brendan 'Celtic' Crowley called out as he stumbled into the bar, still somehow drunk from the night before. "Bartender, get me a gin and tonic!" He crashed into a stool near the counter and fell to the ground. "Who put that there?" he asked from the ground, extremely confused.

"Hey look it's Celtic. 'Member me, Shadow? O man long time no see? So what have you been doing these last few days besides drinking. Haha.'

blade and chip came in from watch an sat at the bar
not saying a word the quarter master give them two coke bottles

"O man Celtic. I'm tired. I'm gonna hit the sack for the night."

"Good night Shadow," Celtic said as Shadow trudged towards his room.

OOC: Come on guys we need more talking and stuff

i see that you were with four nurse last night said chip to blade
yup i was

Anthony 'Barman' Malone left his duty bartending the officers club and headed next door to have a drink or two with his peers. He walked in saying, "Man, the boys at the officers club combined drink almost as much as Celtic!" He heard a few laughs of approval and then bent down to help Celtic up.

"Celtic, have a seat," he told the drunken man as he fuided him over to a bench near the wall. "Hey, Bartender, you got any asprin or anything back there? Celtic over here is gonna have one helluva head ache..."

The Bartender tossed a plastic bottle to the Barman. Then poored a glass of water and brought it to Anthony. "Okay Brendan, drink this," he said as he popped two pills into the mans mouth and gave him some water.

"Trust me Shadow, this war ain't ending soon. Its just gonna get worse, no matter what Nixon says." Hawkeye took another swig of coke, then asked the bartender for another.

"Hey Celt," He asked Celtic, "how long you been here again man?"

"O man Hawkeye I hope you're wrong. But then again the Vietcong are prettyyy good. Bartender I'll take another glass," Shadow said as he became more and more drowsy

Mike Richards walked into the bar, carrying a football he just got from his dad back home. "Hey guys, look what my paw just sint me frim back home. Anyone wanna play?" he said with his Southern accent, tossing the ball in the air. "Hey Hawkeye, kitch!" he said, as he launched the ball through the bar at Hawkeye.

Mike Richards walked into the bar, carrying a football he just got from his dad back home. "Hey guys, look what my paw just sint me frim back home. Anyone wanna play?" he said with his Southern accent, tossing the ball in the air. "Hey Hawkeye, kitch!" he said, as he launched the ball through the bar at Hawkeye.

Catching the ball, Hawkyeye laughed, "Go long!" He readied his right arm to toss the ball.

blade turns and says not me or chip we happy just geting over last night

"Count me out. I'm too drunk to even stand," moaned Shadow as he ordered another beer glass.

Mike sprinted across the room arms outstretched, and ran smack into a table. He flipped over it, and the glasses all smashed to the floor. He got up quickly, dusted himself off, and turned to the two men sitting at the now overturned table. "I'm sirry, lit me clean ya up" he said, and started wiping spilled beer off one of the mens shirts.

"Trust me Shadow, this war ain't ending soon. Its just gonna get worse, no matter what Nixon says." Hawkeye took another swig of coke, then asked the bartender for another.

"Hey Celt," He asked Celtic, "how long you been here again man?"

Celtic laid down on the bench, "It's been one, two..." He started to mumble. "Uh.. 5 months, 5 fuckin' months"

"You keep drinking as much are now it'll end in body bag," The Barman told him.

"Meh, Fuck off you moron," Celtic told Anthony.

"Whatever," The Barman said, he knew that arguing with drunks was pointless. "So what you do before you got here Hawkeye?" Anthony asked.

Mike sprinted across the room arms outstretched, and ran smack into a table. He flipped over it, and the glasses all smashed to the floor. He got up quickly, dusted himself off, and turned to the two men sitting at the now overturned table. "I'm sirry, lit me clean ya up" he said, and started wiping spilled beer off one of the mens shirts.
ooc whos at the table so i know

"Hey guys I got...*burp*...uhh.a question? what...*burp*...is our platoon name?"
"Another beer bartender."

"Hey guys I got...*burp*...uhh.a question? what...*burp*...is our platoon name?"
"Another beer bartender."

who knows all i know is that we got a new co said blade to alll in the room and turns back to chip
man i had some fun with those nurses last night.

OOC:Come on guys get talking

IC:"Awww man. Do you guys know how long we're gonna be out of here?"

blade turns ha piss head get some zz that a order

OOC: If you wanna be at the table you can be.

Mike got up and walked over to the bar. "Lit me git a glass a' bourbon" he said to the bartender. "So Hawkeye, how ya bin?"

"I was in highschool man. LT says we're the Currahees. Thing about it was, I thought that was the Regiment's name too...." He thought about that for awhile. "I've been pretty good man. Well, as good as ya can be in NAm. Where the hell is the LT anyway?"

OOC: If you wanna be at the table you can be.

Mike got up and walked over to the bar. "Lit me git a glass a' bourbon" he said to the bartender. "So Hawkeye, how ya bin?"
ooc cool
blade and chip get up and walk over to the table and sat hi men said blade

OOC:When are we gonna start fighting?

"I was in highschool man. LT says we're the Currahees. Thing about it was, I thought that was the Regiment's name too...." He thought about that for awhile. "I've been pretty good man. Well, as good as ya can be in NAm. Where the hell is the LT anyway?"

i still dont know what the hell a currahees is said blade as he is cleaning his colt

OOC:When are we gonna start fighting?
OOC: Once the LT gets here. When he does, he'll say we got orders. And we move out.

OOC:Who is the LT

i still dont know what the hell a currahees is said blade as he is cleaning his colt


"Currahee is the motto of the Screamin Eagles," Hawkeye said. Then, with mock sarcasm, he added, "Were you paying attention during the Basic Training classes? Or were you asleep like I was?"

OOC:Who is the LT


I think its Titawon.

OOC:Well guys my other guy is the Staff Sergeant so do u want my chracter to come?

they give me a gun and sent me to nam and told me not shoot myself

OOC:Well guys my other guy is the Staff Sergeant so do u want my chracter to come?

OOC: Yeah, tell them we got an operation. In my post I'll explain what we are to do.

they give me a gun and sent me to nam and told me not shoot myself

"Hmm...sounds like what they did to me!" He said, laughing.

OOC: Yeah, tell them we got an operation. In my post I'll explain what we are to do.

OOC:What do u mean?

ooc we got one sergent here

have a beer on me said blade

OOC:What do u mean?

OOC: You're staff sergeant walks in, and says "Saddle up boys, we got an operation. After we moan and groan, we'll board the choppers and head out for an LZ. From there, we'll move out to the mission site which I have decided upon.

Once Staff Sergeant Malcom "Ace" Clark was briefed in the officers area he went to the bar to take a few drinks.
"Hey Shadow. how's it goin'? Gettin' drunk as usual."

"Ace did you know that this is my 4th drink yet."

"Bartender can I have a water?"

OCC:Shadow and Ace are both my characters so im not stealing anyones

"OK Boyz saddle up we have an operation. Everyone get to the choppers and we'll bring you to the LZ. Now Move," yelled Ace

"Hehe, did you just order a water?" Mike sniggered. "Well, lets go, should be fun. Yeehaw"

"OK Boyz saddle up we have an operation. Everyone get to the choppers and we'll bring you to the LZ. Now Move," yelled Ace

The Barman approached his superior, "Uh, Sir, Celtic is a little er... indisposed at the moment."

"What'd you say Sergeant. Water is good. It has vitamins:) "

sergent blade gets up after seeing ace walks in and walks over to him
so what are the orders he say to him.

indisposed? Dammit get him up. Drag him if you have to just get him in the choppers

OOC: I gotta be offline for about fifteen minutes. Be right back. RP getting in the choppers and flying to a grassy field surrounded by forest.

Blade get your ass to the choppers or ill force you to get there...painfully

Everyone in the Choppers???

lock an load we got some killing to do yelled blade

"Let's go," yelled Ace as the Hueys took off from the grassy patch

I'm in

Mike Spidel, better known as Spider, sat in the chopper, head back, half asleep. This was his third trip out in two days, and he was tired of it.

Get down, blow an LZ, and get out. Simple. Spider Laughed humorlessly. Simple. Right. Just try to ignore the VC bullets and grenades and the screams of dying men, try not to blow a hand off with a blasting cap, get the trees down without them landing on top of you, yeah, thats simple.

Dammit wheres Celt

We're approching the LZ it's that field up ahead. Once we land secure it and make sure no Vietcong are there. Use the forest to your advantage, yelled Ace

"Hey Sarge!" Spider yelled over the roar of the chopper. "you think I'm gonna need to blow an LZ, im almost out of Det Cord?"

Save it for later. Ok everyone OUT SECURE IT. GO GO GO!!!!!

The Barman had somehow managed to drag Crowley into the helicpoter. Barman just sat calmly yet alert while Celtic was leaning his head out a window and bring up some of the alcohol.

OCC: Sorry guys, Haven't been on for a little awhile. Man this thread is going fast, jesus. Also what the hell is my nickname? On the list it showed "Doc" but I have it "Spooky" whats with that?

Corroll sat in the chopper with his eyes closed. He was tired off this shit and couldn't wait to get out. He figured at least one person was going to get and he was the one that was going to have to sitch him up or put him in a body bag,either one.

ooc lets say blade picks him up and carryed him out of his chopper whan we land if that ok

Spider jumped out of the chopper, landing on his stomach. His CAR-15 was up and scanning, looking for VC

OOC:YOU GUYS the choppers landed secure the area

ooc:i need to wait for Wanderjar to come back in like 5min. to continue

OoC: gtg for now. sum1 take control of my guy if u need to use the demo bag or sumthing.

"Alright here we go" thought Corroll as he jumped out of the Huey along with everyone else. He quickly dropped to the ground looking everywhere for VC. He hated this part of a patrol.

Mike still sat in the chopper behind his M60, and waited for everyone to get out before moving. It was his job to cover them. Once the last guy got out, he ran up to the sergeant. "Well, lits do it" he said happily.

Ok everyone advance up to the trees

OCC:The LZ is surronded by trees if u see like 1 or 2 VC u can fight but not like 10 YET

The Barman was ready to get out. He dropped out and instantly got into a firing position as he began to move to his 12 in order to secure the LZ. Celtic however was not nearly as graceful. He fell out of the chopperand landed on his face. He just laid there for a few minutes as it took him some time to realize what he was supposed to do.

OCC: Sorry guys, Haven't been on for a little awhile. Man this thread is going fast, jesus. Also what the hell is my nickname? On the list it showed "Doc" but I have it "Spooky" whats with that?

Corroll sat in the chopper with his eyes closed. He was tired off this shit and couldn't wait to get out. He figured at least one person was going to get and he was the one that was going to have to sitch him up or put him in a body bag,either one.



(OOC: Sorry bout that, I assumed since you were a medic, you were Doc. I didnt see the other, my bad)


The Platoon's orders were to drop fast, and head out into the bush. From there, they would negotiate five miles to a suspected VC village. Their orders were as follows: Take out the Ville.

As the UH-1D huey landed, rotor wash kicked up dirt in Hawkeye's face, forcing him to squint his eyes to avoid crap being slapped in his face.

M-16 in his hands, he took a knee as the rest of the platoon disembarked the three choppers, and took positions with their squads. The choppers left, and they were on their own.

OOC:Lunch brb

blade had set up his pig an was on the look out for vc
chip keep good look out said blade
iam doing that how long have we been in nam together blade i know my job said chip
to long sorry said blade

Even after the order to move up came Corroll didn't move a muscle. He was going to wait until most of Platoon had moved up before he risked his neck in the open.

The Barman was about to follow orders when he realized the Celtic was still on the ground. "Celtic," he said quietly, "stick with me, I'll help cover you." With that the two of them moved out following orders.

OOC: BTW, Wanderjar, the Northern Irish thread is up called:
Come out ye Black an' Tans

ooc what squads whos with who
make a list so we dont forget

Ngu Thuoc stood admiring his village. His wife, chewing beetlenut and working in their garden, had truly made him a happy man. His decision to join the Viet Cong, was made so that his family could live a better life, one which they deserved. He was willing to die for that.

He unslung his swedish made SKS and checked the weapon, making sure it was clean. The North Vietnamese Army commander had instructed him to do this regularly, and told the Village elder to make sure that all men were always ready to fight.


He heard the helicopters coming, but was unsure if their troops were heading this way. The sound of the rotors was over ten miles away, and it would be over an hour until they arrived if they did.

"All in good time." He told himself. "We shall know all in good time."

Corroll saw The Barman and Celtic move up. Very cautiously He started to get up. Then in a crouched position he made his way to the tree line following Celtic and Barman with his CAR-15 at the ready.

Ace met up with Barman and Celtic but having his hand never leave his M16. "Do you guys see anything?"

dont fucking move chip yelled blade

Blade what the hell is it?

OOC: Yah, I'm the Lt. Just pretend I was in the chopers, and I'm on the ground.

IC:

"Sergeant Clark, I want you to get this field secured! Set up a perimeter and wait for the order to move out!"

When he reached Celtic and Barman Ace had came up too. Corroll looked around trying to see if anything looked a little susipcious. He didn't see anything at all.

yes Lieutenant. You guys heard the man set up a secure area. Don't let it fall and wait for the Lieutenant to give you orders

Richards reached up to his helmet, and took the pack of Camels out of the strap on it. He pulled one out, and put it in his mouth, then returned the pack to the strap around his helmet. "Ah hell, anyone got a light, I knew I f'rgot somthin'?"

a mine ace a fucking mine that what 1cm in front of his foot said blade

"Clark, get over here. We're going to advance north through the jungle, there should be a small village 10 miles north of here. I want first squad on the left, second on the right, and third in the middle. Get the men ready to move out."

got it form in your positions and get ready! Lieuteinet (sp) what squad should I take?

He saw it. Right in front of Blades foot. "Thats what I call a close call Blade, How about you move your foot so it doesn't get blown off."

"Stick with third squad with me. Sergenants, make sure you can see the squad next to you, and watch for booby traps. Lets go."

Lt. Jefferson started creeping into the jungle with third squad. He was unsure of how his first combat would go.

Ace met up with Barman and Celtic but having his hand never leave his M16. "Do you guys see anything?"

"Just a bunch of Fuckin nature..." The Barman replied


OOC: Mald, don't forget the Northern Ireland thing...

Sergeant Mike "Roadkill" Bradley stepped out from under the rotors of the Iroquis. He paused to light up a cigarrete, then surveyed the drop zone. He turned to his soldiers.
"Spider, Shepard, get 'em ready to move out," Roadkill said with his usual, quiet voice. "I'm gonna talk to the sergeants." He turned away and started heading towards Staff Sergeant Clark.
"What are our orders here, sir?"

He saw it. Right in front of Blades foot. "Thats what I call a close call Blade, How about you move your foot so it doesn't get blown off."
ooc it was chip foot not blades but thank for the rp

go with your squad and advance towards that VC village

OCC: Its kind of hard to tell hows talking considering you don't use "these"

Cowboy turned to roadkill. "Bout time someone got a light. Kin ya light me too? I gotta kitch up to ma squad" he said in a hurry.

OCC: Its kind of hard to tell hows talking considering you don't use "these"
never have sorry

Corroll realized he was with the wrong squad. He moved back towards mike which had just landed. He said "Yes sir!" to his order and went to round up the 2nd squad.

Hawkeye moved slowly, M-16 at the ready, following behind another Private in his squad. Immediatley, the notorious mosquitos in the jungle began attacking viciously, and he tried to batt them away, with out making too much noise. Finally, after minutes of unsuccessful attempts, he wrapped his towel around his neck, which helped significantly, and continued to move on.

"Advance 3rd squad"
"Capture that VC village"

"Advance 3rd squad"
"Capture that VC village"


Uh, the ville is 10 miles away....

Cowboy turned to roadkill. "Bout time someone got a light. Kin ya light me too? I gotta kitch up to ma squad" he said in a hurry.
Roadkill nonchalantly flicked open his zippo, and held it out for Tex.
"Second squad! Move up!" he shouted behind him...


OOC: Isa, you gotta learn to use 'em.
And, Blackhelm, I refuse to call your character "Cowboy", Tex.
(Nothin' comes from Texas but steers and queers. You don't look much like a steer, so that kind of narrows it down...)

Crowley and The Barman stuck with their squad. They followed what ever orders they were give.

Lt. Jefferson was creeping throught the forest, when he looked to his left. No one was there.

"Where the hell is first squad..."he muttered under his breath.

ooc ok but dont kill me if i forget
" there job done" said blade as he gets up from the mine
" 1st squad move out" yelld blade

"Yes sir! Shadow!, Spider! and the rest of you come on! Lets go!" Corroll started to move up heading towards the tree line.

I have to go to work, LNI, can you RP my guy

"Finally," The Barman said, "How you holdin up Celtic?"

"Meh I'm fine," He replied, "now just keep movin."

OOC:Have a swim meet. You can be my Ace guy till i come back
C ya

OOC: I see I'm late. How can I catch up? Maybe my char will come via a medevac chopper or something?

I have to go to work, LNI, can you RP my guy
OOC: Alright.
Hey, if Maldorians is just gonna leave... should someone more reliable be platoon sergeant?
IC:

Roadkill looked across towards 3rd squad. "Fuck it, Tex, probably a thousand boobytraps between here and there." He ducked under some underbrush, Tex and the rest of the squad followed suit. "You're with me, fall in."

"O'Brien, take point."
The gaunt soldier sped up, and led the squad, ready to shoot the first thing that moved with his M-14.

Riley Jefferson strolled through the tall grass following the other troops behind Lt.Jefferson, he shifted his M16 from left to right watching for any gooks that might happen to pop out,

"Awh, donno how much i would miss ol' Alabama till out this way in Vietnam..."

Jefferson said quietly to himself as he trugged on towards the jungle...

OOC: I see I'm late. How can I catch up? Maybe my char will come via a medevac chopper or something?

OOC: Just "pretend" you were with us the entire time. It's cool.

Lt. Jefferson trudged through the forest. The men were talking around him but he was intent on his mission. This was his first combat comband, and he DID NOT want to screw it up.

"Quiet boy." Gunney stated as he kept his helmet close. He'd seen what could happen if a mortar round hit your head without a helmet. Seen what it could do when you had one on. One on was alot better. His eyes darted back and forth, his hair starting to go gray. He was only in his mid thirties. Maybe war was making it go gray quicker. Who cared.

He slowly moved forward, seeming to hug the ground more than his counterparts as he looked like an old man with a bad case of the rhumitism. But then the closer you hugged the ground while moving the better. At times like this he wondered if the Lt. had any combat experience.

Corroll (or "doc") Followed Roadkill. He stayed in the back so he wouldn't get shot to pieces. His eyes keep wondering around looking for VC just waiting for the firing to begin.

" celtic,barman blood well move or i came back there and kick your sorry ass" yelled blade who was away in front with chip

ooc its late here going to bed rp when i get up.

(OOC: ATTN! So we don't get bored, I'm going to say we've crossed the Ten miles, ok?


They were nearing the VC village. The defenders, who's scouts had seen them coming, were prepared to engage.

Roadkill looked to O'Brien. "You see anything, Chris?"

He turned back with his usual look of anger. "No, I haven't fuckin' seen anything. I didn't fuckin' see anything the last three times you asked me. I won't have fuckin' seen anything the NEXT three times you ask me. SO STOP FUCKIN' ASKIN'!" He turned back to the front and kept moving forward.

Tex whistled. "You sure got some crazy fuckers in your squad, Sarge."

They continued through the cramped, muggy forest. Insects bit them, snakes threatened them, and the smell of death was everywhere...

Ngu lined up an American in his sights. He saw him, hunched over, slowly making his way through the dense foilage.

He squeezed the trigger.


(RP seeing an NPC Private die)

OCC: I've got to go. Going to the lake, probabable wont be back for until 5 o'clock central time.

Lt. Jefferson called the Sergeants over to lay out the strategy. During this he had the men keep a watch out for any VC.

"Ok guys, the VC village is just outside in a clearing. I want first squad to swing around to the left and hit that corner of the village hard. Second squad is going to swing around to the right and do the same thing. Third Squad will move up the middle as soon as the First and Second squad begin their assualt. There's probaly booby traps all over this god damn place so watch out for 'em. Let's get these bastards."

Jefferson nodded to Gunney who had told him to be quiet, He knew it was for the better. He heard sounds in every direction, animals, movment, sweat beaded and dripped down his face, Jefferson was used to the hot weather but this was more muggy..hard to breathe.

Jefferson watched at the Lt, talked to the sergents....

Lt. Jefferson called the Sergeants over to lay out the strategy. During this he had the men keep a watch out for any VC.

"Ok guys, the VC village is just outside in a clearing. I want first squad to swing around to the left and hit that corner of the village hard. Second squad is going to swing around to the right and do the same thing. Third Squad will move up the middle as soon as the First and Second squad begin their assualt. There's probaly booby traps all over this god damn place so watch out for 'em. Let's get these bastards."


(A sniper just got one of your men)

Ngu lined up an American in his sights. He saw him, hunched over, slowly making his way through the dense foilage.

He squeezed the trigger.


(RP seeing an NPC Private die)
One of the FNG's in second squad bought it, blood spurting from his neck.
"Jesus! Doc, take care of him, squad, return fire!"
Roadkill sprayed a burst with his M16, while O'Brien poured a constant stream of fire on the enemy position. The rest of the squad spread out into a line and started taking shots at the enemy.

All of a sudden a single shot rang out. Then a scream.

"Shit, who was that?"

"I'm hit! I'm hit!" someone scremed.

"Get a machine gun up, and spray the area from where the shot came!"

Ngu had managed to flee, but his comrades caught numerous hits to their bodies. The now laid on the forest floor, blood seeping from dozens of holes in their bodies.

He sprinted back to the village, and joined the defenders who were readying their machine guns and other weapons to engage the Americans.

OOC: I'm RPing it as it happen during our talks ;)

Jefferson watched as the soldier hit the ground, he ducked in the tall grass,

"o lord! be with me in my time of need" he thought..

"Leiutennet! i have my grenade launcher!, leiutennet!" Yelled Jefferson over the noise..

Baker hit the dirt. Adrenaline gnawed at him, pulsing through his body like nothing he'd ever experianced. Seeing his squad leader advance, he got up and moved with him, preparing to move into the defended ville.

"Come on get up off your asses! We got to take that ville! Go, go! Jefferson, save the gernades for the village. Where's my god damn radioman?!"

Roadkill moved forward and saw "Hawkeye" Baker. "Baker, what the fuck do you think you're doing! Get down and get some fire on the enemy!" He pushed the kid back down.

He kept moving, "Second squad, with me, grenade the fuckers!"

Two of the privates hurled grenades into the village hub, and the rest took cover behind a few of the straw buildings at the outskirts.

O'Brien paused as he advanced, spotting a VC in the open. He shouldered his rifle, aimed at the man's spine, and fired a single shot, before running up to the rest of his squad.

A .30 caliber machine gun opened up from one of the hooches, as did numerous distinctive Kalashnikov reports. Hawkeye saw one of the VC men run across the dirt path between hooches. Bringning his rifle to his shoulder, he squeezed of three rounds, one striking the man in the neck.

The man's eyes were visibly opened wide with shock, as gore flung from the open neck cavity. He fell to his knees, and onto his face. Hawkeye remained motionless for a moment, shocked.

"I just killed someone...."

He shook it off, and moved on, shooting at hooches where muzzle flashes emitted.

A .30 caliber machine gun opened up from one of the hooches, as did numerous distinctive Kalashnikov reports. Hawkeye saw one of the VC men run across the dirt path between hooches. Bringning his rifle to his shoulder, he squeezed of three rounds, one striking the man in the neck.

The man's eyes were visibly opened wide with shock, as gore flung from the open neck cavity. He fell to his knees, and onto his face. Hawkeye stood for a moment, shocked.

"I just killed someone...."

He shook it off, and moved on, shooting at hooches where muzzle flashes emitted.
OOC: What's this about moving and standing? A sergeant just gave you an order to stay down (look a few posts up...) and provide base of fire.

Jefferson along with Clark, watched from the tree line as their men pushed into the village. They were kicking some ass. Jefferson saw a VC trying to excape into the forest, but he was too slow. Jefferson gave him three bullets to the back. That was the first person he had ever shot in his life. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he grab Clark and pulled him forward as he ran to the clostest house, on the edge of the ville.

Jefferson got to a knee and sprayed the little huts with his M16, the bullets wizzed right through the thin structure, he seen a VC in the window and quickly raised his grenade launcher,

*Woooshhh** *BOOM** the hut exploded in flames,

"Ahhh hahaha take that GOOK!"

Jefferson waited for first and second squad to move out before he moved up the middle with third...

The first squad readed the border of the town just as the firefights were starting. "Oh shit!" Crowley said, "Stay Down! Stay Down!"

O'Brien peeked out from cover, and saw a man lying in the street, struggling with a bullet wound to the leg. O'Brien grinned and put the man out of his misery.

Sgt. Roadkill turned to him. "Chris, don't fucking waste ammo! Shoot the ones that are shooting back! You two!" He pointed to two of the privates. "Base of fire. The rest of us are gonna move in! Make sure you keep space between us!"

Two of the men started shooting everything they saw, and the rest of the squad moved out and repositioned to flank enemy positions.

ooc ok one more then bed
1st move to the left and got in to positons.
"chip m79 there" said blade pointing at a conceal mg he spoted

Suddenly, from behind the GI:s, a man appeared. He rushed right past his comrades, firing his shotgun towards the village and screaming. The man was wearing a ragged, muddy uniform and a bandana under his helmet. His face was tanned and scarred, and from his eyes one could see nothing but the state of berserking he was in.
"AAAARR HAVE THIS YOU GOOK MOTHEFUCKERS! YEAAAH!"
The man tossed a grenade towards the enemy position.
"SEND THAT TO HO CHI MINH YOU SONSOFBITCHES! YEARGH!"
Suddenly his helmet flew backwards off his head. The man fell to the ground, but no blood could be seen.

OOC: Felt unconscious, that is. Yeah, a bit dramatical way to come in, but he couldn't have just walked there in the middle of a firefight, right? I'm propably AFK for a while and then I'll only return shortly to check the messages. Don't plan to stay up all night. RP my char if needed, but you can just keep him unconscious until I return.

Ngu's friends and family were being torn apart by the Americans. He fired off a couple rounds at an American soldier, but didn't look to see if he hit or not. Sprinting off, he waved for the rest to move into the Elders hut, where they would make their stand.

ooc ok one more then bed
1st move to the left and got in to positons.
"chip m79 there" said blade pointing at a conceal mg he spoted
OOC: Could you please put some effort into your posts?
IC:

O'Brien flinched as a VC shot at and damn near hit him. "FUCK!" he shouted, and fired back, but the man made it to a village hut. Second squad crept up to the hut.

"Sounds like a whole lotta gooks are in there..." muttered O'Brien.
"Grenade it," Roadkill ordered, and stepped back. Five of the privates threw grenades into the hut and took cover...

ooc its late i do more when i get up an its start of something finnish later

Jefferson still waited for some one to tell him what to do, he watched a gook take off to the rear of a village and fired his M16 but missed,

"Damn it!" he swore then dropped to his stomach..

Grenade after grenade went off in the village, the gooks were getting the shit beat out of them. The crazy guy who charged up in a rage lay on his back in a mud puddle, Jefferson crawled out through the mud grabbing on to the mans shoulders dragging him back....

When they were back in cover Jefferson continued to keep his eyes on the village, glacing at the man he said quietly..

"Crazy bastard...wait! im crazy for draggin your ass back here! shiit..DOC!!"

The grenades exploded, and the men inside were peppered with shrapnel. Ngu screamed in pain, and fell to the floor. As the darkness fogged over his eyes, he realized that it was all for his families future, and so he knew it was worth it. He then died.



Nothing stirred in the ville. It was all over. The VC were completely wiped out, and the the ville secured.

"Too Fucking easy." Gunny stated as he sat, wiping his brow with his helmet in his hands. "Act like this with the NVA and we are all bagged and tagged. "He spat out a stream of tobbacco juice from the chaw in his mouth. "Next time we might want to be more caustious, "Sir"" He said with a little derision as he put a new clip into his M-14.

Jefferson strolled into the hut he shot a grenade at and looked at the corpses that were mangled and burned,

"God damn.." he said quietly..

He came out of the hut with an Ak-47 in his hands and pointed it at the sky aiming through the iron sights,

"Cheak this out.."

He walked by a dead VC laying face down in the mud and turned him over with his foot pointing the assualt rifle at his head, he was riddled with bullets. Jefferson then seen a dead man in a uniform sitting up against one of the posts that held the shacks up,

"Hey! we got a NVA gook over here!"

Jefferson didn't remember seeing any in the action...he pointed the Ak-47 and waited for who ever else heard him to come look....

"Want a sniper to ventilate your ear?" Gunny stated to Jefferson as he grabbed the AK out of his hands. "And you only take the clips from these." He removed the magazine and shoved it into one of his pockets. THen he threw the weapon to the ground. "Trophies can be boobytrapped to ya know. Now what NVA?"

He looked at the soldier that Jefferson had pointed out. He spat a stream of tobacco juice onto the ground. "Well ain't that somethin. Well grab a few extra clips. If their around you ain't playin with the junior league anymore."

"Hey LT?" Hawkeye asked. "What now?"

(We RTB)

(ANd that stands for?)

(ANd that stands for?)


(Return to Base :))

(Ahhh, well that was short.)

Jefferson stood there staring at the NVA soldier, he was a little upset he couldn't keep his trophy but got over it once Gunny told him anything could be booby trapped,

"Think he got any intel on him...sence you went and mentioned boody traps i an't never touchin' nothin no mo'"

The NVA wore a holster on his belt, Jefferson was tempted to investigate but had to repeat what Gunny said over and over in his head....

"Sure you can check. But ya gotta have some finess." He grinned as he walked over to the NVA, using the barrel of his gun to nudge it slightly, not even and inch to have a look underneath. He clicked his teeth beneath his tongue as he walked away with a little extra oomph to his step. "Well must not have had too much time. Only a grenade that his butt is keeping on. Wanna take the risk it's a shoddy VC grenade or a NVA one." (The odds are that a VC grenade explodes about 25% of the time I believe. It's real low. NVA ones were a little better. About 40% of the time. Last time I checked the data. Been awhile.)

"Sure you can check. But ya gotta have some finess." He grinned as he walked over to the NVA, using the barrel of his gun to nudge it slightly, not even and inch to have a look underneath. He clicked his teeth beneath his tongue as he walked away with a little extra oomph to his step. "Well must not have had too much time. Only a grenade that his butt is keeping on. Wanna take the risk it's a shoddy VC grenade or a NVA one." (The odds are that a VC grenade explodes about 25% of the time I believe. It's real low. NVA ones were a little better. About 40% of the time. Last time I checked the data. Been awhile.)

"Heh, if you're real careful," Hawkeye said, "You can just take anything you want off him. Just don't move the body."

Gunney's hand moved forward as an invite. "Be my guest. I'm afraid that after being in this shit for years I don't have careful hands."

Jefferson walked up to the NVA officer and slowly removed the pistol from his holster, It was silver with a black handle and had a star in the middle of the hand grip, Jefferson backed off and rejoined the others,

"Daaamn this is nice.." he said with a content smile..

He held it up so the others could look...

"I was in this firefight when i first came to Nam near this Rubber Plantation, my boy found an NVA officer wearing a belt that had a packett of cocaine in one pouch and heroin in the other..how fucked up is that"


OOC: ^^^^ i forgot to add....reread...oops..

Reallydrunk']Jefferson walked up to the NVA officer and slowly removed the pistol from his holster, It was silver with a black handle and had a star in the middle of the hand grip, Jefferson backed off and rejoined the others,

"Daaamn this is nice.." he said with a content smile..

He held it up so the others could look...


"Yeah," Hawkeye said. "Hey LT? Are the choppers coming?"

"Well while you're gumming, and the snipers blow your balls off, I'm going to check him for intel." He said as he lowered his posture to sneak towards the NVA soldier. He searched his pockets carefully, making sure to move him as little as possible. Then after pulling a handful of papers out of a single pocket, he shoved them into his own pockets. Then he pulled out a grenade. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" He shouted to anyone nearby. Best not to leave a boobytrapped body for some dumb ass patrol to kill themselves with.

He waited half a minute for everyone to find some cover as he pulled the pin and dropped it in the bodies lap. After all it would knock the body back and cause the second explosion. He dropped the spoon and then bolted towards the nearest depression, flinging himself over anybody in the way.

Jefferson lay in the mud getting soaked,

"Jesus christ Gunny"

Jefferson looked where the NVA soldier sat, now all that remained was a discusting mess...

"An't no snipers gonna blow my balls of..shiit, well..id like to think they won't, hell! i don't talk alot do i guys..."

Jefferson looked around at the others who were also laying down, some were getting back to their feet....

"Jefferson if you ever get me killed, remind me to come back and beat you to death." Gunney said as he wiped himself off. "Though I might not have to if we act like that again. Everyone will be turning up daisies if we don't look before we attack again. We got lucky this time."

Jefferson got back to his feet and sighed,

"Man i know this, it was poorly planned and i don't intened on goin back to the good ol' U S of A in a body bag...im goin back with a chest fulla medals, not gook bullets..."

He smiled and wiped some of the mud off his uniform, he then placed the NVA officers pistol in his pocket. Taking his M16 off his back Jefferson looked at the others,

"You see that crazy bastard who ran in there bustin' off shots standing in the open, i drug him into those bushes over there..."

The man walked over to where the unconsious soldier lay quietly,

"He's gone stark ravin' mad id say..what do we do? wheres Doc?"

OOC: Sorry I did sleep.

IC:

After the fighting was over, Lt. Jefferson met the rest of the platoon in the center of the ville. A couple were off to the side messing with an NVA officer.

"Good work guys. That was a hell of a fight you all gave them. We got to make our way back to the field we landed in, and then call for the choppers. Careful on the way back. If there are NVA around here, they'll give us more of a fight then the others. Is anyone injured?"

"Look around you. It's easy." Gunney said under his breath. THen he looked at Jefferson. "You, watch your step and scout around to find any of the wounded or dead and get some privates to help you carry them."

He looked towards the Lt. "Think that one of the squads should scout out the LZ and set up a perimeter don't you Lt?"

"No. I do want second squad to set up a perimeter around the ville and wait for the injured to get tended to. Then we will move back to the LZ as a group."

"No. I do want second squad to set up a perimeter around the ville and wait for the injured to get tended to. Then we will move back to the LZ as a group."
"Sweet, my boys get ambush, huh?" Roadkill spat on the ground and signalled to his squad. "Fuckin' lieutenants."

O'Brien, the two corporals, and the Sergeant, each took a few men from the squad (and borrowed a few from others, without permission), and set up a perimeter on the outskirts of town.

"And if we have to change the LZ because some NVA decided to send a regiment down there to prevent us? THen what do we do? We can always send a squad and pull them back quickly. Loaded down with wounded we won't be able to maneuver so easily with having our LZ removed." He took the chaw in his mouth and threw it on the ground.

There was a company of Vietnamese soldiers waiting just outside the village, preparing to make an assault.

"Sir!" the Company commander's aide announced, "All units are in place and ready to run the American's out!"

"Go! Kill them all. I want none of them left alive!"


Four Hundred NVA Regulars charged, screaming with rage.

OOC: I'm RPing like we don't know how many troops there are. Once I find out, I have a plan.



You could hear the battly cry from all over the ville.

"I want all men over to the north side of the ville! Take cover in the hooches and try repel them! Doc you keep working on the wounded. Move!"

"God dammit." He said as he ran forward. "Someone get a 60." He shouted as he looked for Jefferson. "JEFFERSON!! Get your scrawny ass up here." He said as he stood up, making a good target for people trying to bayonet him.

THankfully the brush was thick, and only a handful right in front were able to see him. "God damn." He pulled out the old service revolver. Even 45's didn't have the punch it had when dealing with a rather flamboyent foe. Thankfully they were using bayonet's and so he pulled back the hammer of his revolver, walking slowly to the side he hoped someone would follow and set up a 60. Whatever the Lt. Did, he might as well do it first. He fired at the first NVA at close range. THe bullet smacking into flesh as he sighed. "And conserve your ammo this time." He shouted.

The tide of NVA soldiers pushed forward. Thuy Huc brought up his bayonet, and aimed himself at an American standing in a line with others. He held a pistol in his hand, and seemed focused on another charging soldier.

Lt. Jefferson ran up to a hooch on the North edge of the village.

"Oh my god..." He muttered. He could see the full strength of the NVA.

"Fall back to the LZ! We got a ten mile hike! Fall back! Where the fuck is Doyle?! I need a radio!"

Roadkill and his privates rushed towards the enemy advance. "Shit, we gotta save O'Brien's scrawny ass!" As they passed a gap between two hutches, they ran into a couple of NVA soldiers. "Jesus!" Roadkill sprayed them with lead at point blank range, and didn't even break stride.

Meanwhile, O'Brien and his remaining private crouched in a ditch, staggering their fire and hitting anything they could see. "GODDAMMIT, JEFFERSON, GET US SOME BACKUP, YOU FUCKIN' LT!!!" O'Brien howled as a NVA dropped dead into the ditch.

Lt. Jefferson ran up to a hooch on the North edge of the village.

"Oh my god..." He muttered. He could see the full strength of the NVA.

"Fall back to the LZ! We got a ten mile hike! Fall back! Where the fuck is Doyle?! I need a radio!"

(The guy playing Doyle isn't here)


Hawkeye stood next to Doyle, the radioman, holding the line against the rushing NVA.

"There's so man-" Doyle began. An NVA soldier managed to slip around the rush and slashed his throat with a bayonet.

"Jesus!" Hawkeye shouted, blasting the soldier with one round in the head and two in the chest. "LT! Doyle's down!"

Peripheral Vision. It takes time to develop the ability to tell movement to your side. And since it only took one shot to take down a single person, Gunney was able to turn on the soldier trying to scewer him. He turned his revolver towards him, hissing as it clicked empty. He had his M-14 in his other hand, but using it as a gun wouldn't work. Instead he parried the NVA's bayonet with his hand. It meant a nasty cut on his hand, but allowed him to give the soldier a swift kick to the balls and then slam the butt of his M-14 agains this head.

"Idiotic of me." He stated as his hand bled onto the ground. He took a few steps back to kneal and then used his kit to get a bandage around the member. THankfully bayonets are stabbing rather than cutting weapons. (THey can cut, but not as well as a real knife. Unless really sharpened.) The top of his hand still soaked the bandage, but at least he wasn't too occupied as he leveled the M-14 to pop a few shots into the lines. No need to aim with that many around him. He tapped the M-60 operator to fall back with him so they could give everyone cover fire later.

"God Damn it! Fall back but bring the radio! I need that radio! Everyone we got to run back to the LZ! Go go!"

Peripheral Vision. It takes time to develop the ability to tell movement to your side. And since it only took one shot to take down a single person, Gunney was able to turn on the soldier trying to scewer him. He turned his revolver towards him, hissing as it clicked empty. He had his M-14 in his other hand, but using it as a gun wouldn't work. Instead he parried the NVA's bayonet with his hand. It meant a nasty cut on his hand, but allowed him to give the soldier a swift kick to the balls and then slam the butt of his M-14 agains this head.

"Idiotic of me." He stated as his hand bled onto the ground. He took a few steps back to kneal and then used his kit to get a bandage around the member. THankfully bayonets are stabbing rather than cutting weapons. (THey can cut, but not as well as a real knife. Unless really sharpened.) The top of his hand still soaked the bandage, but at least he wasn't too occupied as he leveled the M-14 to pop a few shots into the lines. No need to aim with that many around him. He tapped the M-60 operator to fall back with him so they could give everyone cover fire later.


(OOC: Good post, I was hoping my Vietnamese guy wouldn't kill you!)


Hawkeye grabbed the radio from the now deceased Doyle, and narrowly avoided being ran through by a Vietnamese bayonet.

"LT!" He screamed running, "You owe me a nice coke!"

(THanks.)

"Alright boys. Trial by fire. Those who can run and are wounded bolt. Those who can help carry others help them and run. THose of us left make them pay for every inch." He stated as he looked in front and shoved another clip in and started to continue to fire.

Hawkeye, with the radio slung over his shoulder, ran to the Lieutenant.

"What now sir?" he fired another three rounds into an NVA soldier from a hip shot.

Lt. Jefferson grabbed the radio and ducked into a hooch and slammed it onto the table oulling out a map.

"This is Red Dog Six, we're taking heavy fire. I need a naplam strike to coordinates two nine zero alpha dog nine. Over."

"We copy that Red Dog Six. Napalm strike inbound. ETA 10 minutes. Over"

Jefferson quickly picked up the maps and shoved it in his pocket, and grabbed the radio. He ran out of the hooch and found Hawkeye still standing there.

"Your luckly number one hawkeye. Here, I need you to carry this back."

The Lt. handed him the radio.

"Come on we got to get the hell out of here."

Lt. Jefferson was running out of the village when he saw a downed Private. He ran over and picked him up.

"It's alright Private. I gotcha. Come we're going to make it."

The Lt. helped the Private out of the village and into the jungle.

OOC: Hey, Wanderjar, did you kill someone's character while he wasn't here?
IC:

Roadkill finally made it to the front ditch where O'Brien was. There were the bodies of the two privates he had taken, plus several NVA soldiers. O'Brien slapped in a new clip and kept shooting at the enemy.
"Chris, we're gettin the hell out of here, c'mon!" Roadkill grabbed O'brien by the collar, and pulled him out of the ditch.

They crept their way through the village and got back to the rest of the platoon. By then, one of Roadkill's privates had been bayoneted, and they had shot several NVA regulars.

OOC: Hey, Wanderjar, did you kill someone's character while he wasn't here?
IC:

Roadkill finally made it to the front ditch where O'Brien was. There were the bodies of the two privates he had taken, plus several NVA soldiers. O'Brien slapped in a new clip and kept shooting at the enemy.
"Chris, we're gettin the hell out of here, c'mon!" Roadkill grabbed O'brien by the collar, and pulled him out of the ditch.

They crept their way through the village and got back to the rest of the platoon. By then, one of Roadkill's privates had been bayoneted, and they had shot several NVA regulars.


(He dropped out. He won't be back till monday, and so he can have another character, with a different name if this RP is still going by then)

OOC: Some one please Rp Riley Jefferson for afew minutes while im at the movie store...don't get him killed :)....

Wanderjar or..Titawon

OOC: Ok.

IC: "Oh great." Gunney told himself as he found himself halfway out of the village with Riley Jefferson and the M-60 operator. THe others had caught wounded or dead and used it as an excuse to get out./ Now the NVA were flooding through, and he was stuck with three other guys.

QUickly he knew something wasn't positive. He looked around, deciding to tap the two machine gunners on their helmets and point to the jungle. Him and Jefferson would cover fire as they ran for it, and then they would cover them. It didn't work that well. One of the machine gunners fell. "Fudge it." He stated as he grabbed onto Jefferson's arm, making him run as fast as their feet were able to get the hell out of there. They both flung themselves into a ditch.

Lt. Jefferson was in the jungle with the rest of the platoon when he noticed they were missing three.

"Shit, we're missing Gunney and Jefferson and some Privates."

He checked his watch. Time 'till the napalm attack was 5 minutes.

"Hawkeye! Get your ass over here!"

(I forgot to log out of my puppet)

Hawkeye ran off towards the LT.

"Where the hell is Sarge?"

OOC: Someone just RP my guy getting killed by Friendly Fire, I cant keep up with this and the WWII one at the same time...

"He's still in the village. Give me the radio."

Lt. Baker grabbed the reciever and spoke into it.

"This is Red Dog Six, cancel the napalm attack. I reapeat CANCEL THE NAPALM ATTACK. We still have men on the ground inside the coordinates. CANCEL THE NAPALM ATTACK! Over."

"What was that Red Dog Six, you're breaking up? Over."

Lt. Jefferson slammed the phone against a tree. "God Dam it!"

"CANCEL THE NAPALM STRIKE. OVER."

"Red Dog Six we still can't here you over."

"God damn it!"

"Hawkeye, drop the radio and come with me."

Lt. Jefferson picked up his CAR-15 and started running toward the village with Hawkeye.

"We're get Gunny and Jefferson!"

Hawkeye dropped the radio, and raised his M-16, and followed along side the Lieutenant.

An NVA soldier took aim at the LT, but Hawkeye was too quick, and dropped the gook with a fast shot to the chest.

"Goddammit put that thing down." Gunney stated to Jefferson who sheepishly put the 60 down. It'd run out of bullets already. Besides he needed to take the dead machine gunner while the other one watched. The NVA didn't seem to follow them, especcially into the jungle. THey were stuck there for the moment. Gunney reloaded his revolver, and put it away.

His M-14 felt hot in his hands, as he tried to look back and forth. Where the hell were they. Well they were out of the village at least. The question was where the hell they go now. Heading back to the village would get artillery or napalm on their heads most likely. Officers liked to call support the first thing. Then the NVA was there if they didn't. GOd he wished he had a better view. THen he'd know where the LZ was. Best to sit there for a second and get bearings before running to the LZ. Maybe something would explode and give him bearings.

Hawkeye and Dick ran down the main street of the ville.

"He's not here we got to get out of here!" The LT. yelled as the jets made their fly over.

He grabbed Hawkeye on the arm and pulled him back with him. As they were running out of the village they were shooting over their shoulders, trying to keep the NVA of their ass. As they got back to the platoon, their was an extreme wave of heat coming from where the ville was. Everyone looked back and saw fire. The napalm strike.

"Well that's as good a notice as any." Gunney grinned as he put a bit of chaw into his mouth. He looked at the men with him. "Well watch your step as we head towards the LZ. Step on anything and shower the landscape and I ain't picking you up." He started towards where they belonged.

OOC: Thanks..have to get a little action for the bit i missed..

Jefferson had his M16 slung on his back and grenade launcher in hand,

"NVA!!" shouted Jefferson pointing in the direction they came from..

**Wooshhhh BOOM* the grenade hit dead in the center of four approaching enemy

Jefferson slid the grenade launcher on his left arm sliding his M16 off the right,

"More of em!"

***Ratatatat...Ratatatat...*

In terrified awe, Thuy watched as the wave of fire came for him. He didn't try to run, he didn't scream, he merely dropped his gun and embraced it as the fire consumed him and many of his comrades.

"Thanks for alerting them to our presence Jefferson." Gunney stated with sarcasm as he spat on the ground. THen he smacked Jefferson on the back of the head. "Fire with one hand and aim ya idiot. You'll hit your foot before you hit anything like that."

"Alright men, gather your stuff. We got to get back to the LZ."

The mood was solem. Everyone thought Jefferson and Gunny were killed in the napalm strike. The platoon begin trudging their way through the jungle, back south towards the LZ.

(Gotta go, so uhhh cheese it, we're going to run like hell to the LZ. Don't kill me.)

Roadkill started marching, then realised that a few soldiers were missing. He turned to his corporals: "I gotta go back, Gunny and Hawkeye are still in there. I could care less about Jefferson, but Gunny and Hawkeye are good men. Get second squad out of here. O'Brien, you're with me."

O'Brien muttered "Fuck," and turned back to the burning village with Roadkill. They looked through the outskirts of the village, and caught sight of the missing men after a few minutes searching the underbrush...

Roadkill started marching, then realised that a few soldiers were missing. He turned to his corporals: "I gotta go back, Gunny and Hawkeye are still in there. I could care less about Jefferson, but Gunny and Hawkeye are good men. Get second squad out of here. O'Brien, you're with me."

O'Brien muttered "Fuck," and turned back to the burning village with Roadkill. They looked through the outskirts of the village, and caught sight of the missing men after a few minutes searching the underbrush...


(I'm with the LT...I took Doyle's Radio)

(Gotta go, so uhhh cheese it, we're going to run like hell to the LZ. Don't kill me.)

OOC: Ok, how we gonna find the LZ?

Jefferson replyed,

"Whaat, what? the weapon was secure on my shoulder on it's sling.."

*Zip..Zip..Zip...**

Bullets wizzed by,

"Ok Gunny, i think it's time to go..i say..WE RUN LIKE HELL!"

Jefferson started running with Gunny as the NVA bullets struck all around..

(I'm with the LT...I took Doyle's Radio)
OOC: You're point? I'm searching for all three of you as a group...
IC:


"YO!!! Gunney, LT, Hawkeye, over here!!!" Roadkill shouted to the soldiers as they came under fire from the NVA.

O'Brien and Roadkill returned fire, covering the three.

(OOC: lol)


IC:


Hawkeye ran over to Roadkill's position, firing his M-16 as he went.

"This sucks sir!" He shouted.

"That's Nam for you!" Roadkill shouted over the gunfire. "LZ is back this way, hurry it up!" Roadkill sprayed a few more bursts, then grabbed Hawkeye and O'Brien by the shoulders, and turned tail. "GO, GO, GO!!!" He ducked a little as a tree next to him splintered, but kept running.

"LT! Make sure the flyboy's are there to pick us up!" Hawkeye shouted, handing him the radio reciever, while both ran.

Jefferson continued to book it through the jungle,

"Maan! these NVA got me runnin like it's back to the slave days!!"

Jefferson followed Hawkeye and the others...

"C'mon, hurry it up, we still got five miles to go!"

O'Brien was panting as he staggered forward. Roadkill grabbed the back of his uniform and started dragging him.

Jefferson had went to a mixed race high school which wasn't considered right in the south, he had managed to get a spot on the track team and was the fastest runner there,

"I'll help! let me help you!" he said to O'Brien..

He slowed his pace, a bullet wizzed by his arm,

"Ahh! shit!"

"I'll get you out of here.."

Reallydrunk']Jefferson had went to a mixed race high school which wasn't considered right in the south, he had managed to get a spot on the track team and was the fastest runner there,

"I'll help! let me help you!" he said to O'Brien..

He slowed his pace, a bullet wizzed by his arm,

"Ahh! shit!"

"I'll get you out of here.."
OOC: Dude, Roadkill already got O'Brien, you're supposed to be on the radio.

OOC: I don't have a radio?? im with you..i was seperated with Gunny....

Reallydrunk']OOC: I don't have a radio?? im with you..i was seperated with Gunny....
OOC: Hawkeye, who was with you and Gunny, handed you the radio reciever. Look up a few posts, for Wanderjar's

OOC: My guys the black guy Jefferson..Private? the Lt's name is Jefferson too..

Reallydrunk']OOC: My guys the black guy Jefferson..Private? the Lt's name is Jefferson too..
What the fuck? Where's the LT, then?

And how did Hawkeye hand the LT the radio?

Tex scrambled his way to the LZ, jumping and diving over fallen logs just like he used to when he played football back in Alabama. He finally made it, and dove aboard the nearest chopper. He looked at the men, and pulled another ciggarette from his helmet, reached into his pocket, and remembered he didn't have a lighter. Roadkillhe thought. "Hey where the hell is Roadkill?" he shouted over the sound of the chopper.

OOC: Hawkeye, who was with you and Gunny, handed you the radio reciever. Look up a few posts, for Wanderjar's


(I took the radio from Doyle after he died. Then me and the LT, along with the rest of the Platoon except the Staff Sergeant, some NPCs, and Jefferson. The NPCs' were either killed or are with the Platoon Sergeant.

ooc dont blade or chip

(I took the radio from Doyle after he died. Then me and the LT, along with the rest of the Platoon except the Staff Sergeant, some NPCs, and Jefferson. The NPCs' were either killed or are with the Platoon Sergeant.
OOC: Wanderjar, read that post again, and make it make sense, please.

OOC: Wanderjar, read that post again, and make it make sense, please.


Ok, I'll rephrase it.


The Platoon sergeant and PRIVATE Jefferson are separated from teh platoon. LIEUTENANT Jefferson, Hawkeye, and the rest of the platoon are heading to the LZ together.


Better now?

(OOC: lol)


IC:


Hawkeye ran over to Roadkill's position, firing his M-16 as he went.

"This sucks sir!" He shouted.
OOC: This post says that he isn't, Wanderjar. It says he's with me and gunney.

OOC: This post says that he isn't, Wanderjar. It says he's with me and gunney.


I assumed you all were with us....


Edit: Solution. In that post, you found us, and our platoon has linked up again. Problem solved. Happy?

OOC: Fuck it. I realise my mistake now. ReallyDrunk, give your guy a nickname or something, having a Private and LT named Jefferson is really confusing. How does "Snowball" suit you? (FMJ reference points!)
IC:
"Jesus, just keep moving, Jefferson!" Roadkill yelled as he helped O'Brien. He used his free hand to raise his sidearm and fire back at the enemy.

EDIT: As for your solution, no. The 4 of us are still heading to the LZ, and the platoon has already made it to the choppers.

OOC: Lol, Snowball works....

Jefferson kept running slightly passing the two others,

"Oh no..not gettin shot today!"

Jefferson's M16 was on his back and Grenade launcher in hand, the bullets that cut through the air were comming pretty damn close...he already got knicked and didn't wanna feel what a slug was like...

"Snowball, you have a RPG! USE THE DAMN THING!" O'Brien shouted at Jefferson.

"C'mon, the LZ is only a hundred meters up ahead! Keep goin', Jefferson" shouted Roadkill. He heard the sound of the choppers taking off, and pressed on urgently.

By the time he got the clearing, the last of the Hueys was in the air over the LZ

OOC: Someone RP spotting us and bringing down the chopper. Wanderjar, that means you.

"It's my pleasure sarge!"

Jefferson turned around briefly and fired the grenade launcher into the distance, it exploded and the sounds of men crying out in pain echoed through the air,

"The choppers the're inbound!"

ooc i have 1st squad cover whats lift of the paltoon
"squad move back to next positon we all most" blade is cut off as a shot miss his head " mother fucker take this you son of bitch' yelled blade and lets rip
with m6o
chip takes aim and pulls his m16 trigger.
next sce a vc is dead "got him" said chip to himself

ooc i have 1st squad cover whats lift of the paltoon
"squad move back to next positon we all most" blade is cut off as a shot miss his head " mother fucker take this you son of bitch' yelled blade and lets rip
with m6o
chip takes aim and pulls his m16 trigger.
next sce a vc is dead "got him" said chip to himself

Translation:

-"Squad! Fall back to your positions!"- Blade was cut off by a shot that barely missed his head -"What the... TAKE THIS YOU SOUNVA'!"- he yelled as he opened fire with his M60.

Chip took aim with his M16, then he pulled the trigger and a VC went down with a hole in his chest -"Got him"- said Chip to himself.

A lone NVA Sapper had waited at the Americans landing site. He smiled as one of the three helicopters came into his RPG-7s sights.

"Die." He said cooly, squeezing the trigger. There was a deafening roar, followed by a burst of flame emmiting from the helicopter's tail. It spun out of control, smashing into the tall grass, and exploding.
OOC: Why'd you kill a third of what remains of the platoon? In one post, for that matter?

Jefferson was first out of the brush and into the field,

"Shit! he fumbled with his M16 trying to get it off his shoulder

He then rembered the NVA pistol he had taken, quickly he dropped his grenade launcher on the ground and pulled the pistol out of his pocket,

**POP** POP**POP...

But the VC was already on his way down after Chip sprayed him...

Whew..fuck! the chopper!!"

OOC: Why'd you kill a third of what remains of the platoon? In one post, for that matter?


What? I just shot down a helicopter that was landing, not extracting.

Besides, you told me to!

OOC: I gotta watch a movie with my women now, can some one Rp Snowball getting on the chopper please? thank you... see you all later..

What? I just shot down a helicopter that was landing, not extracting.

Besides, you told me to!
OOC: ...I told RealDrunk that, and you KNOW that. DON"T LIE TO ME! And, anyway, the choppers had all already taken off. Therefore, a third of the platoon was in it.

Okay, lets settle this the old way...

*Sets Penguin timer to 5 minutes and then lets him run*
The first one to catch the penguin wins!

OOC: ...I told RealDrunk that, and you KNOW that. DON"T LIE TO ME! And, anyway, the choppers had all already taken off. Therefore, a third of the platoon was in it.


What the hell?!?!? YOu said

"Wanderjar that means you"

so Neener! Neener! Neener!

Okay, lets settle this the old way...

*Sets Penguin timer to 5 minutes and then lets him run*
The first one to catch the penguin wins!


*Sprints for the penguin and dives after him* *Misses*

Damnit! I'll get you soon enough!

*Sprints for the penguin and dives after him* *Misses*

Damnit! I'll get you soon enough!


You gotta admit, that's sig worthy

What the hell?!?!? YOu said

"Wanderjar that means you"

so Neener! Neener! Neener!
OOC: That's fucking annoying. I asked you to RP some of the people on the chopper seeing the guys that were left behind, and having the chopper land again and retrieve them.

OOC: That's fucking annoying. I asked you to RP some of the people on the chopper seeing the guys that were left behind, and having the chopper land again and retrieve them.


Oh. I'll delete the post and redo it then.

Translation:

-"Squad! Fall back to your positions!"- Blade was cut off by a shot that barely missed his head -"What the... TAKE THIS YOU SOUNVA'!"- he yelled as he opened fire with his M60.

Chip took aim with his M16, then he pulled the trigger and a VC went down with a hole in his chest -"Got him"- said Chip to himself.
ooc are you god or you my new translator

Hawkeye finally made it back to the chopper.

"Thank god, thank god, thank god!" He gasped over and over. The chopper lifted off, and as they rose into the sky, he saw several American troops run out of the jungle, and drop their weapons as they saw the Helicopters about to fly off.

"There's men still down there!" He shouted, grabbing the LTs arm. "We can't leave them!"

The pilot turned and shook his head, "LZs too hot. I'm sorry, but we can't risk it." The chopper flew off, and he could just see them shot to pieces as the NVA overran them....

(Better???)
Fuck it, I quit.

Fuck it, I quit.


Huh??

ooc are you god or you my new translator

Nah, just trying to make your post a little understandable, no offense, but at least get it grammar checked.

ooc u killed half of the god dam paltoon that why he quit.
an i never was good at spelling or maths.

Huh??
Gee, you wipe out not one, but FOUR major characters in a single post, including both the characters of yours truly, without even bothering to put forth a decent effort in describing the death, and you expect me to stick around?

The pilot turned and shook his head, "LZs too hot. I'm sorry, but we can't risk it." The chopper flew off, and he could just see them shot to pieces as the NVA overran them....

What the fuck, dude? For half the characters you killed, the people RPing them weren't even on, and one of them, ReallyDrunk, had even requested that you DON'T kill his character.

Gee, you wipe out not one, but FOUR major characters in a single post, including both the characters of yours truly, without even bothering to put forth a decent effort in describing the death, and you expect me to stick around?



What the fuck, dude? For half the characters you killed, the people RPing them weren't even on, and one of them, ReallyDrunk, had even requested that you DON'T kill his character.

Wait, I thought those were NPCs...

damnit! I'll delete that post. How about you redo it, cause you know what you want done alright bro? This is your RP after all...I'm only hosting it cause you asked me to.

Edit: We're cluttering the thread bad. Thats why we have the signup/OOC thread!


Anyway, you redo it, since I had no idea what you were asking me to do. You know what you want to happen, and I dont man!

Come on guys, we can make this thing work!

I screwed up. But how am I to know what you want me to do? It was vague as hell, and I pretty much copied the scene from Platoon, since thats what I assumed you wanted me to do.

Dude, help me out here!

Roadkill and the rest entered the clearing just as the last chopper reached 20 feet. He looked back and saw NVA Regulars running through the forest towards the clearing. Mortar shells exploded along the LZ.

Sgt. Roadkill looked up at the helicopter. "Hey! Down here! Get your ass back down, hurry it up!" He waved his arms frantically.

Behind him, Gunney, O'Brien, and Snowball fired into the forest, trying to hold back the enemy advance. "Sir, we can't stay here!" O'Brien shouted back. "We gotta move!"

The four moved deeper into the clearing and started shooting, while trying to get the attention of the chopper. All four of them emptied their magazines at the same time, and the NVA rushed in.

The four got ready for to fight and die, when the front line of the NVA charge collapsed under a barrage from the Huey's door gunner. The helicopter touched down, and one of the soldiers in the hull waved them on.

They ran to the chopper, and jumped in. On the bed of the Huey, the four collapsed with relief as the aircraft took off.

Roadkill and the rest entered the clearing just as the last chopper reached 20 feet. He looked back and saw NVA Regulars running through the forest towards the clearing. Mortar shells exploded along the LZ.

Sgt. Roadkill looked up at the helicopter. "Hey! Down here! Get your ass back down, hurry it up!" He waved his arms frantically.

Behind him, Gunney, O'Brien, and Snowball fired into the forest, trying to hold back the enemy advance. "Sir, we can't stay here!" O'Brien shouted back. "We gotta move!"

The four moved deeper into the clearing and started shooting, while trying to get the attention of the chopper. All four of them emptied their magazines at the same time, and the NVA rushed in.

The four got ready for to fight and die, when the front line of the NVA charge collapsed under a barrage from the Huey's door gunner. The helicopter touched down, and one of the soldiers in the hull waved them on.

They ran to the chopper, and jumped in. On the bed of the Huey, the four collapsed with relief as the aircraft took off.


(OOC: Thanks man. We cool now?)

(OOC: Thanks man. We cool now?)

Dammit, I really wanted to see that Nuclear Holocaust!

Dammit, I really wanted to see that Nuclear Holocaust!


Actually, I don't have any nukes to be honest. (My puppet does, but thats on the down low ;)). Only WMD I possess is 50,000 KGs of Hydrogen Cyanide, which is a true last resort if my nation is going to be conquered.

(OOC: Thanks man. We cool now?)
OOC: No. I hate you. ;) Hey, I noticed you put "OOC" in front of your OOC post. I don't think I've ever seen you do that...