One enemy sniper popped out from a covered foxhole, firing at the oncoming soldiers. The
Captain quickly lifted his rifle and returned fire aimlessly into the darkness. Shots pinged off the
ground, nowhere near the intended target. The sniper fired again, hitting the Captain in the arm. Wounded, the Captain dropped the enemy with another shot. The wound was easily patched with a first aid kit.
Only three first aid kits left; I better be more careful!
He stopped again to check the map and catch his breath. They were now halfway to the
village. The previous objectives of taking the beach and meeting at the rally point were now
completed. The march was quickly resumed, and two more enemy snipers were eliminated
before reaching the village.
“Sergeant,” the Captain whispered, “Take your squad left.”
“Yes sir,” he whispered back. “First Squad, move left.”
“Corporal! Take your squad right.”
“Yes sir! Third Squad move out!” he said.
“Second Squad on me!”
The company entered the village and made quick work of clearing the five huts of resistance
fighters. Only six enemy soldiers held the village, and they were no match for the seasoned men.
“Captain!” the radio man yelled. “HQ reports enemy reinforcements heading our way! They
are trying to drive us back to the beach!”
“Squad Leaders! Defensive Positions!” he shouted, and ran to the center of the village.
Enemy fighters rapidly emerged around the clearing, enveloping the company with rifle and
machine gun fire. The well-disciplined soldiers held their positions. Tracer rounds rocketed back
and forth between the attackers and defenders as brilliant streaks, slicing through the stifling
night air. The Captain fired three rounds into the tree line before taking cover behind the village
well. He moved to a crawl, fired two rounds at the enemy, got back into a crouch, then jumped
up and ran behind a hut.
I’m a better shot than this! They need to be pushed back!
He jumped out from behind the hut and sprinted across the clearing into the tree line. With
the enemy distracted by the soldiers in the village, the Captain crept along their line and silenced them one by one. Occasionally, one of the defenders noticed him and tried to fight back, but they stood no chance. After clearing the tree line of enemy fighters, he returned to the village.
“Captain! New orders from HQ!” said the radio man. “Our company has been tasked with
taking the airfield!”
The Captain pulled out his map and inspected the terrain. The airfield was three kilometers to
the east and enveloped with mine fields. Only a few main roads leading into it from the
surrounding villages were left unmined by the enemy. After choosing a road that seemed clear,
he pocketed the map and issued orders. The men fell into line as the Captain took off across the clearing toward their next objective.
Upon entering the perimeter of the airfield, he noticed a sign with a red border and some
foreign letters scribbled on it.
That doesn’t look right. I better stay clear.
He followed the line of signs along the road. The signs made a sharp right, but he missed the
turn and drifted into an area covered with tall grasses. Suddenly, the ground erupted in flame,
and everything went black.