The Last Stand.

[DarkShadow]

this story will be based on a marine by the name of John Smith.
He joined the military only to be deployed in a remote outpost, Seemingly away from the fighting, digging trenches. thats all they were supposed to do... but it just dont go down like that.

Modern day.

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John wiped the beads of sweat off his brow.
"what time is it Corporal?"
"a quarter past three."
"thank god you decidedto say it normally man."
"your welcome."
John resumed digging with his unit, crawling out the ditch now and then to examine their progress.
They'd dug a wide semi-circle around their out post, facing the mountains, where the enemy was presumed to be coming from.
They were supposed to have a near full circle by tommorrow, when the "big boys" who their unit leader called the real military, were to come and replace them.
"phew..."
He jumped back into the trench and drove his shovel into the dirt for the thousandth time that morning.
they'd been working sun-up to sun-down for the past week.
"but itll all be over soon..."







The story will heat up as it goes on.

[DarkShadow]

John walked out of his sergeant's office, several nearby soldiers walking over to him with questioning looks.
"what'd he say?" one asked.
"He said we have to keep working 'til the trench is done..."
"That son of A-"
"SSShhhhhh! he'll hear you!"
"idont care if he hears me. he's been working us nonstop for the past 2 days!"
"yeah we didnt sign up for this!" another chimed in.
"damn right Jim. lets get back to our bunks..." The soldier and "Jim" turned towards the barracks, but hadnt gone far when a gunshot went through the air, striking The soldier.
"You'll do as i say soldier. get to work."
The sergeant stood there, a smoking revolver in his hands.
"you shot me... i'll sue you!"
"i shot you for disobeying orders. it is in my rights. now..." he lowered his pistol." you get to work or you go home...in a box. whaddaya say?"

"i say you take that gun and shove it up your ass."
"ha ha. " the sergeants pistol jumped as a bullet flew into the soldiers shoulder, sending him to the ground.
The soldier coughed up blood, then pulled several envelopes out of his clothing and handed them to John as the Sergeant returned to his office.
"give... give this to Tanner... he'll... (cough cough).. hell know what to do..."
He grabbed John's shoulder as his body died out...
John ran to the barrack's and gave the envelope to Tanner. everyone knew him, he handled all the drinks.
Tanner looked through the envelopes until he saw one that caught his eye.
He tore it open and went over it's contents...
"holy shit..."

[DarkShadow]

John snuck into the sergeant's office...
"sarge?"
No reply.
only a faint snoring.
John crept closer and tapped the man's shoulder...
"He's asleep..."
He sighed as he fumbled through his pockets until he found the pill.
He dropped it in the man's canteen, filled with whiskey...
"now die in hell you bastard..."

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John awoke to yelling.
"He's dead! He's dead!"
Was all he heard.
He got up and acted confused.
"who's dead?"
A man turned toward's him.
"The Sarge! He's dead! we have a murderer in our midst!"
Guilt flooded into John.
"what have i done..."

[DarkShadow]

John began to consider admitting to murdering the sergeant, but before he had decided, the wood beside him went plunk! plunk! as several dozen bullets flew into it. John dove toward the ground, pulling the nearest soldier down with him, and waited for the enemy fire to stop.
As soon as the area of fire had moved he pulled the man up and ran for the armory, where the training weapons were. He emrged not 10 seconds later with an M4A1 Grenade launcher in his hands, 2 pistols on his belt, two M16's strapped on his back, and a bag of ammo. He ran to where two soldiers were taking cover from the fire, giving one rifle to each, along with several clips of ammo.

They faced the direction the enemy fire was coming from. They could see the light the guns made when they shot bullets, but in the night, they could not identify what faction they were from. In a few minutes, three other soldiers came to aid them.
"You!" John said, pointing at one. "Move up to the trucks. I need another to help me push them back, while the rest of you give covering fire and draw their attention. " One of the men stood. "Iam with you sir." John recognized the man as Tanner. As soon as the man John had sent to the trucks began to fire, John and Tanner moved up. "SHIT! Their using our trenches!" Tanner Exclaimed. John nodded.
"Were in some deep shit..."