| Subject: To Fight the Good Fight part 4 |
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Date Posted: 14:19:49 07/28/02 Sun
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Heather K
's message, "To Fight the Good Fight part 1" on 14:03:03 07/28/02 Sun
This may be the PG/13 part... I don't know how to rate this.
0234 Bosnian Local Time
Edge of forest, near Militia Camp
She was dirty, she was tired, she was hungry and in some perverse way, she was having the time of her life. Colonel MacKenzie was completely in her element. She was resting on the forest floor, surrounded by her team. Assigned as XO to team 2, Alpha Whiskey, Mac had 7 highly trained Recon Marines under her command. They were waiting for orders that would allow them to proceed to their objective: the camp that lay 750 metres away. After spending 4 days preparing for the mission and 2 to move out and track the target, Mac was finally glad to be nearing the end phase of this mission. The waiting was killing her.
"JAG just doesn't quite compare on the excitement level, does it ma'am?" grinned Gunnery Sergeant Alec Marche.
"No, Gunny, it does not. But it does have it's moments." Mac whispered back.
"Respectfully, Colonel, I don't think I could ever enjoy working with a staff that was entirely Navy," stated the youngest member of her team, Corporal Sean Dantings.
"Well, I guess I've just adjusted."
"Yeah, well, we figured you'd be softer," joked Corporal Jonathon Hamet.
"Thanks, I think, I hope. I'm glad I'm not. I must not have lost-" Mac was interrupted by an incoming call on her radio. It was THE call. The message, from the CO of the operation, directed her team to proceed through the No Man's Land between the known base of the militia and the concealed, temporary camp of the Marines, while being covered by team 3 of the mission, Alpha Quebec. They were to secure the perimeter of the camp so that the other teams could move in and take it by force.
"Roger. Cover us, Alpha Quebec. Alpha Whisky going to radio silence, out." Mac switched off her radio, grabbed her pack and began whispering directions to her team. Convinced that each member knew his role, Colonel MacKenzie lead her team out, in the practised formation, barely making a sound in the cold Bosnian night.
About 15 minutes later, the team, now moving slowly and closely to the ground, was shocked into action by a deafening explosion and the first death of the mission. Corporal Hamet had tripped a booby trap planted by the militia. As gunfire erupted from in front of them at the militia camp, and then closely followed by return fire from Alpha Quebec at their backs, team 2 dropped to the ground.
The sounds were incredible, bullets whizzing by, inches from the faces of the team. Orders being made and changed by both sides. Yelling was all Mac could do to make herself heard by her team,
"RETREAT!! Pull back. Stick close to the ground, stick close to each other and watch around you for more trip wires! Get back to the forest for cover- GO GO!!"
The first to move was Corporal Dantings, he quickly began to move through the grasses towards the forest. Almost seconds later, the others followed, with Mac bringing up the rear.
Mac had never moved so quickly in her life with the amount of weight that she carried on her back. It was hard going, running ahead while shooting behind and trying to be accurate. The edge of the forest seemed miles away, but in reality it was now less than 150 metres.
A cry of pain briefly broke through Mac's concentration. Ahead of her, Corporal Dantings had been hit and was down. Changing course, and veering slightly to her left, Mac dropped and rolled to get to Sean.
"Where were you hit, Corporal?"
"Go on, ma'am, go on!!"
"Where were you hit?!!"
"In the side, I'll be fine though. I'll catch up, go!"
"I'm not going anywhere without you, Sean. Bite down, 'cause I'm bringing you with me." Mac began to pull Dantings by his arms, ignoring his groans of pain, his constant demands that she go on and the blood. As Mac straightened to readjust her grip the gunfire suddenly became more intense. Taking cover in the grasses again, Mac realised that she and Dantings were the last Marines in the field, and therefore the last targets for the Bosnians.
"Stop it! Colonel, go. You tried, but you're going to get yourself killed. Go!"
"Shut up, Dantings. I 'can't' leave you behind so just shut the hell up and we'll make it!"
First by crouching and pulling, they began their way back to the trees. Then Mac stood only to be met with a burning heat that seemed to engulf her entire body. She'd been shot.
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