NationStates Jolt Archive

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...


OOC: LOL!


Dude, I do that all the time, I just space out my sentences so much you don't notice :p


WSP's gonna be sad. He was hoping to see us engage in a nuclear holocaust ;)

Though I can't nuke ya. A. You're cool. B. I consider you my closest ally (Remember Chitzeland? Thats why) C. Craven would be pissed! lol

Amazing Fact #41:

"The" is part of my country's name, thus its full name being "The World Soviet Party".

Just... Amazing

Dont worry about the Nuclear Holocaust, just switch it to... lets say... MASSIVE NAPALM STRIKES on all the major cities and I'll be as happy as a dog with a bone.

snippity snip
Though I can't nuke ya. A. You're cool. B. I consider you my closest ally (Remember Chitzeland? Thats why) C. Craven would be pissed! lol
OOC: I knew you had something to do with Chitzeland! But I totally forget what happened. Other than the fact that I started the war (oops...), but it was a long time ago, and it happened during the Kraven war...

OOC: I knew you had something to do with Chitzeland! But I totally forget what happened. Other than the fact that I started the war (oops...), but it was a long time ago, and it happened during the Kraven war...


Dude, you and I started the war remember? Your special forces and My Spetz Naz (back then, GSG-9 now) ignited civil war, then I led the Coalition forces into the Country, slaughtered it's military in less than an hour in real life, and had the shit kicked out of me by Emperor Pudu and Kravania? (Though I did make them wade through their own men's blood for every city they took)

Eventually I made peace with them, and the country is still in Civil War, and the Coalition is still fighting, but with out me. I lost 100,000 men there, and at the time, it was more than I could take.

OOC: Oh YEAH, I remember now. But it was actually me and Pythogria that started the war, by assassinating the president or something like that... but you were the first person to bring troops in. Good job, man, I wish I could've taken part of that thread, but I totally lost track of it by the second day...

OOC: Oh YEAH, I remember now. But it was actually me and Pythogria that started the war, by assassinating the president or something like that... but you were the first person to bring troops in. Good job, man, I wish I could've taken part of that thread, but I totally lost track of it by the second day...


LOL! Heres what happened. Their President wasn't killed. He escaped our assasination attempt when we stormed the Presedential Palace. He was captured by Revolutionaries, then freed by loyalists, and then Chitzeland dissapeared. Never heard from him again. His country just vanished after about 30 days of RPing, and once Emperor Pudu was ceeded a portion of the country. Its a nuclear waste land now though. Someone nuked the shit out of Hurtful Thoughts's forces there. He's still fighting there.

Basically, I had set up a new government, but I was never able to stablize it. Thats when Craven and Pythogria invited me into the GASN.

LOL! Heres what happened. Their President wasn't killed. He escaped our assasination attempt when we stormed the Presedential Palace. He was captured by Revolutionaries, then freed by loyalists, and then Chitzeland dissapeared. Never heard from him again. His country just vanished after about 30 days of RPing, and once Emperor Pudu was ceeded a portion of the country. Its a nuclear waste land now though. Someone nuked the shit out of Hurtful Thoughts's forces there. He's still fighting there.

Basically, I had set up a new government, but I was never able to stablize it. Thats when Craven and Pythogria invited me into the GASN.
OOC: Oh. Well, nice try, anyway. Can't win 'em all... I had no idea the war was still going on.

OOC: Ok, where are we? Lol, I had to go again...

OOC: Ok, where are we? Lol, I had to go again...
OOC: In Hueys, heading back to base.

Lt. Jefferson relaxed in the helicopter. He leaned against the divider between the cockpit and the passenger area, dangling a foot out the window. Today had been rough. He estimated they got jumped by 500, maybe 600 NVA regulars. He was glad to see gunny and Snowball still alive. He couldn't wait to get back to base to relax and play a game of cards. He'd have a beer, but he preferred not to drink. He just wanted to relax...

He looked over to see Hawkeye. He had been right there the entire time. He caught Hawkeye's attention and said,"Hey Hawkeye. You did good today."

occ 1st squad had got in the Hueys
in side 1st squad huey blade and chip are talking
" what a fuck up that was chip" blade said
"fuck not as bad as hamburger" chip said back to blade
"that is no lie" said blade

1st squad gets in the Huey
" what a fuck up that was chip" blade said
"fuck not as bad as hamburger" chip said back to blade
"that is no lie" said blade
Translation:
"Damn, that was a total clusterfuck, Chip," shouted Blade over the rotors, as he leaned against the airframe of the Huey
Chip snorted. "Saw worse at Hamburger Hill."
"Yeah, you gotta point there," sighed Blade.

Translation:
"Damn, that was a total clusterfuck, Chip," shouted Blade over the rotors, as he leaned against the airframe of the Huey
Chip snorted. "Saw worse at Hamburger Hill."
"Yeah, you gotta point there," sighed Blade.

OOC: Thanks XD

ooc are you going to keep that up

ooc are you going to keep that up
OOC: If it bothers you, write with punctuation, capitalisation, and descriptive sentences. Sephrioth is not a role model (inside-NS joke points.)

Lt. Jefferson relaxed in the helicopter. He leaned against the divider between the cockpit and the passenger area, dangling a foot out the window. Today had been rough. He estimated they got jumped by 500, maybe 600 NVA regulars. He was glad to see gunny and Snowball still alive. He couldn't wait to get back to base to relax and play a game of cards. He'd have a beer, but he preferred not to drink. He just wanted to relax...

He looked over to see Hawkeye. He had been right there the entire time. He caught Hawkeye's attention and said,"Hey Hawkeye. You did good today."

Nodding, he replied, "Thanks LT. You did too." Hawkeye turned his head, and spat out the Chopper's door, but the rotorwash kicked the saliva back into his face.

One of the Privates who survived laughed, saying, "Man, da Nam be spittin on you!" Hawkeye cracked a smile, and wiped his face off.

OOC: If it bothers you, write with punctuation, capitalisation, and descriptive sentences. Sephrioth is not a role model (inside-NS joke points.)


ROFL!!!

OOC: If it bothers you, write with punctuation, capitalisation, and descriptive sentences. Sephrioth is not a role model (inside-NS joke points.)
no go head it a free world

no go head it a free world


Sephrioth is notorious for being bad with grammar, punctuation, and everything else lol

Sephrioth is notorious for being bad with grammar, punctuation, and everything else lol

ooc i know i cant spell for shit got d for it in school i was more into reading book on guns ,war, woman

Tex smiled as Roadkill dove into the chopper. "Din't think ya'd make it. I got nervis fir a second there. Well, how about a ciggarette" he said, withdrawing another Camel from his helmet strap.

Roadkill lit up a Kool, then tossed Tex the Zippo.
"I've seen worse, man. You should look into getting your own lighter, I'm tired of you wasting the juice in mine..." He looked out into the jungle landscape, and hocked on it.

Lt. Jefferson responded to Hawkeye,"Thanks..."

He also managed to let himself have a little chuckle at the backlash of the spit.

OOC: I'm assuming the LT and my guys are on a different chopper.

Roadkill leaned against the carriage, and rested his foot on the right skid.
"I'm pissed. The noble Lieutenant wiped out half my squad, and almost got my best shot killed with 'em. Can't believe he fuckin' put me on ambush."

(OOC: Ok, i'm off for the night. Goodnight guys, i'll see ya all tommorrow)

"I got ma own, I just firgot it this time 'round. I'll light ya up next time, I'll tell you what." he said, smiling and smoking, looking out over the jungle, with his M60 hanging over the edge of the chopper, waiting for any sign of VC movement down below

blade pulls out a playboy mag form his pack an starts to read it
as he reads chip yells at him " is that the new one?"
he yell back "yes it is"

Bill, the private who had gone berserk during the attack, opened his eyes. He raised to a sitting position and looked at the lieutenant.
"Man, where'd all the gooks go? Whut happened?"

OOC: Where is Squad 2? Im getting lost

OOC: Oh YEAH, I remember now. But it was actually me and Pythogria that started the war, by assassinating the president or something like that... but you were the first person to bring troops in. Good job, man, I wish I could've taken part of that thread, but I totally lost track of it by the second day...

LOL! Heres what happened. Their President wasn't killed. He escaped our assasination attempt when we stormed the Presedential Palace. He was captured by Revolutionaries, then freed by loyalists, and then Chitzeland dissapeared. Never heard from him again. His country just vanished after about 30 days of RPing, and once Emperor Pudu was ceeded a portion of the country [Thank you Hurtful Thoughts]*. Its a nuclear waste land now though. Someone nuked the shit out of Hurtful Thoughts's forces there. He's still fighting there.

Basically, I had set up a new government, but I was never able to stablize it. Thats when Craven and Pythogria invited me into the GASN.
*Footnote by Hurtful Thoughts

I wasn't nuked, that was someone else, I just gave The Parthians a very bloody nose for them even to think about sending paratrops onto my firebases.

Bearmish (a city) was nuked by the Parthians and some other nation (I forget)
And surprisingly, nobody has died from fallout yet.
The lack of Chitzeland didn't stop the RP, me and Parth are still duking it out at Firebase 3 B (battalion v Platoon, and the platoon - almost - won, death ratio about 10:1 to 25:1)

And yes, the president is dead, very dead, he is buried somewhere south of Providence by a farmhouse. (Long live the Revolutionary Directate of Chitzeland!)

When the thread started dying I sub-contracted help from The Black hand of Nod and the Leafanistan Mafia.
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(This post is more of a tag than anything else)

Meanwhile, back at Camp Eagle, Bradly "Ike" Eisenhower sat in a watchtower to help gaurd the place while almost everybody else from his unit went on a patrol.

He was a pretty good shot with the M-14, trained with it since he joined up. Before that he hunted deer and small game out in the forests back home.

Why he was with the 101st was anybody's guess, officially he was part of the Army reserve, not the 101st, but here he sat as a combat relplacement for some other marksman who literally lost his head under enemy fire.

He counted the number of choppers leaving and arriving, how badly they where shot up, and what was on them. It passed time trying to piece together what was going on around him while not really there. So far it looked as if another patrol stumbled upon a messload of enemy troops.

And now he saw them coming back, he would of course want to know what happened, but not like the green troops did, he wanted to know what the losses where, their general mood would convey how "well" it went without him needing to ask.

"So any y'all know what we're when we land? I say we git a game a' football goin in the camp, waddy'all say?" Tex asked smiling.

OOC: lol, i just realized it said pimp under my name haha

Bill touched his forehead, where now was a large bump.
"Aww, I needs a beer. Or maybe twenty. Anyone else comin' to the bar?"
He looked around but could not find his helmet - apparently it was still at the village - and prepared his equipment. He grabbed his shotgun and stood up on the skid of the Huey, preparing for the landing.

"Ike" couldn't greet them when they landed, his shift on sentry duty wasn't over yet.

When his relief crew arrived (greenhorns no less) he went stright for the one place he knew he'd find them, the bar, twas happy hour of course!

As he came down the ladder he was told he was to go on the next combat patrol...

Ike is to be in squad 2

(Sorry no time to read. WHat happened?)

Riley Jefferson Aka Snowball watched the tops of the trees as the chopper flew over the jungles of Nam, hearing the word beer he responded,

"Yeah, a beer or two would be nice.. shower too..the army is only place these days where race isn't a major issue, i can eat, drink where ever the hell i want..besides in the officers mess, but hell all of us cept' the Lt got that restriction.."

He grinned then pulled a single bent up ciggerette out of his combat jacket, Jefferson then withdrew a zippo from his pants pocket,

"Umm umm, been waitin to smoke you sence we left for that vill earlier, ey ya'll it's hotter than two rats fuckin' in sock....shit.."

Occ:where Are We So My Shadow Guy Can Talk!?!?!??

(OH ok I got it. Be back in about two hours or so. Read the redone one.)

OOC: Ok cool,

Roadkill finished his cigarette and flicked the filter out the door of the chopper, and watched it fall down onto the jungle landscape. "Hey, pilot, what's our ETA?!" he shouted up to the cockpit.

O'Brien leaned back in the Huey, and started reloading his M-14 mags.

Jefferson sat quietly smoking his cigerette, he took the gooks pistol out once more looking it over then removed the mag, once he had looked that over he slid it back in then cocked it,

Been tryin' to get one of these for awhile,

Jefferson had afew items he removed from NVA and VC troops over the time he had been in Nam, two or three medals, 2 bayonets, six or seven wrist watches, aswell as afew banners taken out of command posts his squad had encountered

He sat there continuing to smoke his ciggerette holding the pistol in his left hand...

OOC: We're back in the firebase by now, right?
IC:
Bill jumped off the skid of the Huey before it touched the land and went straight to the barracks, saying no word. Soon he came out wearing a stetson, fatigue trousers and a T-shirt and walked to the bar.
"Gimme two beers, will ya?"

"Hey guys, what's up. Man that village was tough. I sure could use a beer. One beer bartender guy," said Shadow

As soon as the chopper landed, Tex realized he was to tired to do anything. He went right to his bed, and went to sleep, dreaming of sweet home Alabama, and of football, and all the pretty little cheerleaders from back home.

Jefferson stepped off the chopper holding his M16 in one hand, grenade launcher in the other heading for his bunk where he secured his weapons. He opened his foot locker to see a picture of his family back home in Alabama,I'll write to ya'll later he thought then took off his helmet and other equipment putting them in his locker, he put on a sleeveless combat shirt and headed to the mess hall for a beer.

He walked up and sat at the bar ordering a beer then glanced down where the bullet knicked his shoulder, Should get that cheaked out later.. he took a sip of the beer taking a deep, breath he let it out...

Jefferson looked to see who else was around...

Bill still couldn't remember what had happened at the village and took a long gulp from the bottle.
"Man, what happen'd over there? One sec I'm in the jungle hunting for Charlie 'n then I find myself in a slick goin' back to the ef-bee, my head hurting like hell."

OOC: He talkin to Snowball?..my guy?

Roadkill, O'Brien, and a few others sat in the back of the bar, taking turns on a pair of pipes.
Through the heavy smoke, Roadkill muttered, "Well, that wasn't bad, all things considered..."

Lets say Gunney went to get drunk cause he's pissed off at incompetence or something.

Jefferson had already drank four beer then seen Roadkill, O'Brien and a few others at the back of the bar he walked up slowly and spoke with a beer in one hand cigerette in the other...

"Hey boys, hows it goin'?"

The heads laughed. Roadkill himself snorted and gave a mock salute to Jefferson.
"Not bad at all, Snowball, why don't you pull up a chair and join us?" Roadkill said, grinning.
O'Brien passed his pipe to Jefferson.

"I'm doing pretty fine myself snowball," Shadow said heartily.
"Aww come on Jefferson pass the pipe , stop hogging it. I could use a whiff."

Jefferson smiled and sat down at the table,

"Not bad yourself, that was action out there today..i lost count of the gooks i nailed with my grenade launcher.."

He laughed taking a swig of his beer, he received the pipe setting his cigerette in the ashtray...

"One of them buggers knicked my shoulder..im gonna head over to the field hospital to have it looked at later on.."

He glanced at the rip in his shoulder that was bleeding a little bit,

"A 'whiff'," O'Brien said with disbelief. "Snowball, don't let him get the pipe, that's a waste of good green..." He propped his feet up and continued to load his M-14 magazines, while glaring at the FNG...

(EDIT)
Roadkill grinned at Jefferson. "Keep up the good work, man. Saved our asses today..."

(EDIT 2)
O'Brien noticed the wound. "Hey, whadya know, the newbie popped his cherry!" he shouted, laughing.

Jefferson laughed taking afew hoots off the pipe, then passing it to O'Brian,

"I thought them NVA bastards almost had me today, i ran for my dear life.."

He laughed loudly,

"Me and Gunny were givin em' hell though, if Gunny wasn't at my side they might have even got me.."

His expression turned serious as he looked atthe other men...

"It an't a problem, it's what squad mates are for...we got eachothers back, till death.."

Roadkill laughed. "Yeah, man, hear hear. You remember your platoon mates, and you just might see the end of your tour."

O'Brien snorted, "I doubt it, though." He swatted a bug off his neck.

"Shut it, O'Brien," muttered the Sergeant.

Tex began dreaming. He was back in High school. State championship game. He drops back to launch the ball. Suddenly, his center goes down. The entire line dropped in unison. All around him were NVA, pointing there bayonets at him. "American go home, American go home" they kept saying as they got closer and closer to him. Then, just as they wer about to stab him, he woke up. He looked out of his tent in a cold sweat. "What the hell?" he thought to himself.

Jefferson smiled and looked at the others,

"Im goin' home...my familys waitin' for me, they expect me to do good things over here..the day before i left my neibourhood had a little get togeather for me and all..i can't let my family down"

Jefferson seemed to stare off in space at the table,

"If my mama found out somthin' bad had happened to me she'd come over here and woop some VC ass herself talkin' bout' don't mess with my boy!"

Jefferson cracked a grin once more then took a drink..

Johnson emptied his second bottle and walked towards the squaddies sitting in the corner. Swinging his hand in the heavy smoke, he sat down.
"What's 'tis shit ya smokin'? Mary?"

O'Brien glared at him. "Yeah. Is that a problem?" He reached across the table for rifle. Roadkill put a hand on his arm.
"Yes, we are indulging in a little grass. Care to join us?" Roadkill held out his pipe.

EDIT OOC: Y'know, not EVERYONE in the platoon can be a head...

OOC: Nah, don't worry, my char doesn't need any weed to escape from reality. He haven't seen reality since his first tour.

"Maybe I'll try. Yea, gimme that pipe."
Johnson took a long, deep breath from the pipe.
"Shit, what is 'tis? I'll pass 'tis one."
He gave the pipe back to Roadkill and put his hand inside his jacket and took out a small glass bottle. He opened the top and emptied it to his mouth.
"Now 'tis is what keeps a man alive! Home brewn whiskey, hell yeah! Here, have a bottle. I think I gots to go for some sleep."
He took another bottle out and handed it to Roadkill. Then he stood up, pushed his stetson upwards and left for the barracks.

OOC: I gotta go sleep too, stuff to be made tomorrow. See ya around.

Roadkill opened the bottle and sniffed its contents. He sneezed and pushed it away. "Jesus, is that shit 200 proof or something? Use it to clean an engine block..." He took another hit. "Hell, O'Brien, you might like that shit..."

O'Brien snorted. "No thanks, I like my liver where it is..."

Jefferson laughed,

"I like a good beer'..don't go near that stuff, hell..."

Jefferson looked at his watch,

"I should be headin' over to the barracks, needa get to cleanin' my rifle...she probably all full of mud and shit"

He stood up...

The other soldiers waved and muttered "Peace", then subsided into silence, looking into the smoke...

Hawkeye walked in and said tiredly, "Hey guys, whats goin' on?"

Jefferson replyed,

"Peace"

Then turned around to see Hawkeye,

"Hows it goin' Hawkeye..just headin' out man, got some work to do back at the barracks.."

The small group of soldiers greeted Hawkeye from the cloud of smoke.
"Heyy, Hawkeye, what's our favorite sniper doin' around here?"

Reallydrunk']Jefferson replyed,

"Peace"

Then turned around to see Hawkeye,

"Hows it goin' Hawkeye..just headin' out man, got some work to do back at the barracks.."


"You? Work? What?" He said with a grin. "What work could you possibly have to do?"

The small group of soldiers greeted Hawkeye from the cloud of smoke.
"Heyy, Hawkeye, what's our favorite sniper doin' around here?"


"Eh, I figured I'd grace you with my presence." He replied with a sly grin. "Hook me up with a coke."

Jefferson grinned,

"My rifle's full of dirt and mud from todays mission..i want her in perfect working order for when we go back into the bush, i figure if i treats her right she'll work me wonders.."

While they talked he lit up another smoke..

"Yeah Hawkeye, there on the table..that bottles for you.."

Jefferson pointed to the glass bottle on the table..

"Roadkill left it.."

Reallydrunk']Jefferson grinned,

"My rifle's full of dirt and mud from todays mission..i want her in perfect working order for when we go back into the bush, i figure if i treats her right she'll work me wonders.."

While they talked he lit up another smoke..

"Yeah Hawkeye, there on the table..that bottles for you.."

Jefferson pointed to the glass bottle on the table..

"Roadkill left it.."


Hawkeye thanked Jefferson and walked over to the bar. He opened the bottle, raised it up and said, "Guys, toast to the fallen."

Riley Snowball Jefferson picked his half a beer back up from the table and raised it high,Suppose i can stick around for a bit he thought...

"To the fallen!"

Hawkeye thanked Jefferson and walked over to the bar. He opened the bottle, raised it up and said, "Guys, toast to the fallen."
"Cheers!" shouted the heads, and they leaned in anticipation as they watched Hawkeye drink, barely controlling their laughter.

(OOC: That's moonshine yer drinkin')

Jefferson watched waiting to see Hawkeyes reaction to the moonshine then chugged the rest of his beer trying hard not to laugh almost choaking...

after landing blade and chip headed to the mess hall and sat at the bar
"barman six beer"said blade
"here you go"said bar man as he place six beer on the bar in front of blade

Hawkeye drunk the "coke" and swallowed. His throat felt on fire and he began coughing furiously, gasping for air.

"You assholes!" He shouted, trying to contain his own laughter.




(OOC: LOL! Good thinking guys)

The soldiers cracked up at the look on Hawkeye's face, and patted him on the back.

"Somethin' wrong, there, Hawkeye? You look like there was somethin' in that Coke..." Roadkill said with a grin.

finishing his last beer blade turn to chip
"i think i go clean up an get some zz"said blade
"ok i have one more and do the some" said chip who turns to the bar man
"one more beer " said chip

OOC: Sorry guys, was busy all day.

IC:

Lt. Jefferson jumped down from the Huey and headed to the CP. He had to file his report, and answer the base CO's questions. It took him about thirty minutes to finish all his stuff at CP. He then headed back to his bunk and changed clothes.

"Dam I'm dirty," he thought.

He needed a drink. He headed to the bar. He took a bar from the bartender and sat down at a table by hisself. He pulled out a small journal and a pencil, and began writing.

after getting some zz blade gets up and walks over to the fire range when he got there he saw some man and chip looking at a m16 with what look like a cut down m79 mount on it.
blade walks over to chip
" hay chip whats that you got there" ask blade
" its my new grenade launcher its called m203" said chip
"ok see you later" siad blade and walks over to the weapons quater master
"hi what can i do for you sergent" said the master
" you can give me a m16 for the next job as my m60 is fuck"said blade
"ok here you go just put your name here and i go get you one"said the master
"ok here it is" said blade
the master goes an gets a m16 and cames back "here you go heres the gun and some mag for you and sergent what tour were you and chip were in the green berets"said master
" thanks and it was the third what you got bets on it" said blade
"er yes" said master
"ok"said blade who turns an head to the mess hall

chip seeing blade heading for the mess hall ran up next to him
"going to have more beer are you " ask chip
" no food an coke"said blade
"that is a good idea" said chip
OOC i wikipedin weapons of nam and find out the m203 came out early 1970s for the last post i had no room for this infor

OOC: Yeah, M203 wasn't too common in the Nam, but was used a bit. SF had some other underbarrel grenadelaunchers though, can't remember the name right now. I'll look it up.
IC:
After taking a while of sleep and cleaning his shotgun, Johnson decided to go back to the bar. He walked into the thick smoke and sat down by the table, looking at Hawkeye.
"'Ey, what's 'rong 'ith th' boy? He took sum' of yer weed? Here, 'ave 'tis."
Johnson took out two small bottles out of his pocket, handing the other one to Hawkeye. He opened his own and raised it.
"For America, women 'n alcohol!"
Bill emptied the bottle and threw it to the floor.

ooc that the one i was think of
blade walks up to the bar
" two ham sandwichs and two coke"ask blade and sat down and sat chip next to him
"be 1 min with the sandwichs but here is your cokes" said bar man
a nurse walks in an sat next to blade
"blade and hi chip" said the nurse
" star what you having" ask blade
"hi"said chip
"ill have a beer thanks"said star
"heres your sandwichs" said bar man
"the lady will have a beer and two cokes for me and chip"ask blade
"here you go"said bar man

Jefferson continued to laugh,

"Man Hawkeye, i had to..hahaha..i had..aha"

"Im sorry man!"

He straightened up and took a deep breath,

"Whew..hah, hey theres the Lt..."

The Lt was sitting by himself with a book and pencil....

Bill looked around the bar, fixing his eyes on the lieutenant.
"'ho? He? Man, we're goin' to go back to the bush, 'mn right we are. 'n just as th' previous hunt ended. Anyway, whats 'rong wit' th' boy?"
Bill nodded at Hawkeye and looked at Jefferson.

Jefferson shrugged,

"I bet yah' we heading back to the bush in the early hours of the mornin'..should get to cleanin' that rifle now, been puttin' it off.."

"What you mean whats wrong wit' who man?"

Jefferson set the glass back on the table....

"I mean 'hat boy 'ight 'ere."
He nodded towards Hawkeye again.
"He took too much o' th' mary?"

Jefferson chuckled,

"Naww man! aha, gave him that moonshine there, that shit will burn a hole in your guts...maybe we should drop some to the Gooks aha"

"'hat?" Th' yank boy can't take alcohol? Ha! 'n tell ya what, 'tis was just a mild one, as it's better not to gut drunk in th' army. I gots 'lenty of 'ore in ma ruck and I can make more for ye if ya want. 'nyway, I think it's time to go huntin'. See ya around, fellers."
Johnson walked out of the bar to the barracks. After a couple of minutes, he came out wearing his fatigues, a bandana and two bandoliers full of shotgun shells. Making sure his shotgun was loaded and ensuring that his revolver was hanging at his hip, he walked out to the jungle. The FNG's guarding the gate - regardless of the fact that some had a higher rank than Johnson - thought it might be a good idea not to say a word.

EDIT:
OOC: Will be gone for tomorrow. RP my char if needed, though he sure wont be around when the LT starts searching. He'll propably return within 24 hours with some war trophies.

blade ,chip and star gets up " let go have some fun the with ladys chip"said blade
" but two things first" said blade
blade walks over to the table with man form the paltoon
" hi man bloodly hell Hawkeye you look like shit" said blade
"back to why i came over chip and i are going to the nurses hut to have some fun if something cames up sent someone over to gets us as who knows what the lt haves for us" said blade
as blade,chip and star walks out blade stops by the jukebox puts a coin in and looks for a song "ar here it is a23" said blade
as they walk out the song we got to get out of this place starts to play on the jukebox

Ike watches them as well as he could without drawing suspicion, for he was an outsider to the group, he didn't train with them, and he didn't even really know their names, and yet now he'll have to trust them with his life.

He makes mental note of the higher ups such as
Sergeant Bradley and Corporal "Spider", he also took notice of Corporal "Spooky", the squad medic.

He didn't really catch many "real" names, in fact he wasn't sure they were all still alive, oh well, he'll find out soon who was still breathing.

Ike watches them as well as he could without drawing suspicion, for he was an outsider to the group, he didn't train with them, and he didn't even really know their names, and yet now he'll have to trust them with his life.

He makes mental note of the higher ups such as
Sergeant Bradley and Corporal "Spider", he also took notice of Private "Shadow", he didn't really catch many "real" names, in fact he wasn't sure they were all still alive, oh well, he'll find out soon who was still breathing.

Hawkeye saw Ike watching them from across the bar. He walked over and offered his hand.

"Hey, welcome to the platoon!"

two man walk in to the hall and walk over to the table the look of them is of
special force
" we are looking for sergent blade" ask one of them
" we were told that you are man form his platoon" said the other

Hawkeye saw Ike watching them from across the bar. He walked over and offered his hand.

"Hey, welcome to the platoon!"

Eh? Oh, yeah, thanks, I'm a transfer. Just got here about a week ago, now I'm out on patrol, I've done a pretty good job on sentry duty so far.

So how's the weather out there today?

I noticed... that... a ...

He decided not to finish that particular sentance, for just then two MPs went around asking questions, and he had a fair idea who it was they where after.

"Check out those two MPs, they're dressed as SF, but I can smell them, those're MPs."

"Is this place as dysfunctional as the men back stateside describe it?"

Eh? Oh, yeah, thanks, I'm a transfer. Just got here about a week ago, now I'm out on patrol, I've done a pretty good job on sentry duty so far.

So how's the weather out there today?

I noticed... that... a ...

He decided not to finish that particular sentance, for just then two MPs went around asking questions, and he had a fair idea who it was they where after.

"Check out those two MPs, they're dressed as SF, but I can smell them, those're MPs."

"Is this place as dysfunctional as the men back stateside describe it?"
OOC not mps they are blade mates u see what i on abut later

OOC not mps they are blade mates u see what i on abut later
OOC
He's still convinced they are MPs... Chances are anybody who knows better than him will be able to pull a very old joke on him.

OOc i see can't wait to see that

mean while at the nurses hut
"holy shit " said blade
"oh i say" said a woman
" more " said another
" man iam having fun" said chip

OOC: Let's not make this a porn novel, mkay?
IC:

Tennessee walked slowly and silentry through the jungle. He hadn't counted how far had he came, but his second canteen was almost empty. He heard vietnamese talking not ten meters away. Slowly, smoothly and silently the green figure hidden in the vegetation went lower and lower. Bill listened to the chat, but couldn't understand the words spoken in vietnamese. The guerillas were clearly sharing information on what they had seen in their patrol, though. Bill made sure his shotgun was ready to fire and his revolver at hand. Then he started to slowly crawl towards the sounds, careful not to make a noise. As Tennessee got closer to the two guerrillas, their speech became clearer in his ears. He came to a path and from his prone position he could see the vietnamese through the vegetation. The first one was dressed in black, wore a khaki hat and had his assault rifle shouldered. The other one was wearing khaki clothes and a cork hat. He had his assault rifle ready to fire at any moment. Gots to shoot 'dat NVA feller 'erst, he's dangerous, Bill thought and raised his shotgun. He aimed at the man in uniform, made a quick scan around him to make sure there were no hidden guerrillas and squeezed the trigger. As the first man fell dead to the ground, the other one looked around to see where the shot had come. He never saw Bill until it was too late.

After shooting twice, Bill listened for a while to make sure no one else was around to check what's going on. He slowly creeped towards the path, looked in both directions to make sure the road was clear, and moved to the bodies. Bill didn't spend too much time at the bodies, he quickly removed the rank insignia, belt and hat from the NVA soldier. I'll take 'tis one to th' greenhorn 'tenhut, Bill thought as he grabbed one of the assault rifles. He emptied his second canteen, took the third closer for easy access and disappeared to the bushes, starting his journey back to the base.

OOC: I'll post tomorrow. Sorry for not being around.

OOC its a one off thing

I might as well get the joke started:

two man walk in to the hall and walk over to the table the look of them is of
special force
" we are looking for sergent blade" ask one of them
" we were told that you are man form his platoon" said the other

Finally the two of them made their way to Hawkeye and Ike, Ike was asked first:

"Sorry, I'm new, never heard of him, though did see a few people leave as I came in. Problem is, none of them sem to have gone in the same direction. "

I might as well get the joke started:

Finally the two of them made their way to Hawkeye and Ike, Ike was asked first:
"Sorry, I'm new, never heard of him, though did see a few people leave as I came in. Problem is, none of them sem to have gone in the same direction. "

"ok how about you" said one of the so called mp to Hawkeye