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Brotherhood In War: The Hill
Posted By: Anonymous<carrotheadxxl93@aim.com>
Date: 5 March 2009, 2:28 am
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December 23, 2548
21st Batallion, H Company, Squad 9
Hill 1215, Sector 2-1-5, Planet Tigris
Heavy shelling was inbound on the postion that the squad was holding. We had to hold this hill, we aren't going to let those who died, die for nothing. Slowly, I stood up pointing my rifle foward and was quickly put back down onto the ground after a rocket exploded just above my head. My ears were ringing and all I could see were my fellow soldiers, my friends, fighting the Covenant. Johnson came over and picked me up, handed me a rifle, and carried me to the rest of the squad.
"Make them shots count! Two in the chest, one to the head." Johnson shouted.
It took us a little bit over a week to get here, and once we did reach this hill the three days following that weren't pretty either. Many died, not to say that many more died trying to reach the hill. The airfield on top of this hill was of UNSC importance, and we set up a perimeter around the compound. We were runnig low on ammo, and right now we are basicly out of ammo, we now found ourselves throwing our guns at the Covenant, rather than shooting them. I took position behind a fallen tree that we are using as cover and began to shoot at the grunts charging our postion. One by one, they fell. After hours of fighting, piles of grunt bodies began to form in front of us. As I looked around I seen mixed emotions from the squad. I see Johnson in the zone, his eyes fixed on the Covenant, not letting one by. Joe was firing away with the .50 cal, yelling at the top of his lungs as the bodies fell before us. I see Connor behind us writhing on the ground as Brett tries to nurse his wounds. Connor suffered a plasma burst to his lower body earlier on in the day when they ambushed us. Brett says he gots a fifty-fifty chance on comming out of this alive. Then as I drawed my attention to the north, all I saw were grunt, elite, and jackal bodies in front of me, then suddenly two green beams went through the piles of dead aliens and hit our position. The blast sent me back ten feet. I lay lookin up at the sky. I hear shouts comming from every direction. I try to get up, but the dizziness from the blast keeps me laying on my back. My vision begins to fade, as I crawl to the nearest tree. I sit up against the tree, and out in front of me I see many Covenant dead and where I was standing just minutes ago, was nothing, but a crator in the ground. The squad began to pull back into the compund. Joe came over to me, picked me up, put my arm over his shoulder and we began to run for the compound. Three seconds after Joe picked me up we stood still. The jungle's trees began to shake as the longswords flew over our position. The engines' sound was amplified over the entire battlefield. Seconds later they dropped their ordnance. Joe and I were blown back and my vision became white as I fell to the ground, again.
December 13, 2548
21st Batallion, H Company, Squad 9
Fredrickson Valley, Planet Tigris
We've been here in this valley for a month now, but i can't complain. Compared to the other places I've been stationed at, Tigris is the best one. The sun is always shining, the sky is clear, and the surrounding jungle reminds me of the Hawiian Islands back on Earth. Earth....only if we were back there. Right after high school, my friends and I enlisted into the UNSC Marines beacuse we felt we wouldn't make it through college and we'd rather go into the service. What a mistake. If I could change one thing in my life it would be me joining the marines. The only good thing you get from being in the service is a gun and something to shoot, but everything else is bad. From people dying in your arms either it being someone you never knew, or a friend it haunted you. The shouts fill your head at night as you lay in your bed, not being able to sleep. I left the recreation house and walked into the main compound and just as I did, two standard infantry trucks rolled right up carrying new men for the fight against the Covenant. I watched as the new recruits straight from boot, jumped out of the truck and followed each other to their barracks. I envied their mood. They were laughing and showing pure happiness. Just wait, a few weeks in the fight and that mood will be gone, extinct. The friends they're talking to today will be either dead or alive, and that so called mood of happiness, will be taken from their minds just because of the horros they have witnessed or been apart of. Then within the last few guys to leave the trucks a familiar face appeared to me. Brett, one of my friends from high school, came walking to me. We noticed each other and ran to one another and hugged. Its been two months since we've seen each other. After the Battle of San Antorros, he was called to a medical ship to help the medical staff, and as being a medic he went.
"So, how was it on that medical ship?" I asked
"It was good. Except for the mass bodies that came in and out either dead or alive was the only bad thing. How was it on the ground?"
"You know battle after battle, we've been catching quite a few beatings. Most of those bodies you've seen probally came from our batallion. Well how bout we go see the rest of the guys."
"Sounds good." Brett replied and we went to the recreation building.
We entered the building and in front of us were the guys playing pool. They immediately stopped and rushed us. A bunch of greetings came from our group of high school buddies. From the front of the group it went Connor, Joe, Trevor sometimes we call him Johnson, Kevin, and Andy. The warm welcome was soon broken up by the alert bell, telliong us of an incomming attack omn the base. We ran out the door and got equipped.
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