Hell in the Jungle (IC) Invite Only

[Lancearc]

Bill smirked slightly. "C'mon man, you can't tell me you don't love this song." he joked, chuckling slighty shaking his head. "Hell, I'd rather listen to Hanoi Hannah spewing her bullshit all day, but whatever's on I guess." he said, shaking his head as he remembered one of the first broadcasts he'd heard from 'The Dragon Lady.' A whole bunch of crap designed by the NVA to get the US troops scared and want to desert. Usually he just laughed at most of what she said.

"I rather fall in a pungi stick booby trap than listen to the Beach Boys one more time." Dustin said with a slight chuckle as he listened to Bill talk about Hanoi Hannah "You got that right. I think Hanoi Hannah spews better shit out of her ass than the news reporters in the U.S." said Dustin as he let out a sigh and looked at Bill "I wish we would just start this mission and get it over with. Hell if were lucky we might get into a firefight." Dustin said with a grin as he tightened his grip around his M16A1.

"Heh, if we're lucky we might just actually see who we're shooting at. In the South I here you're usually fighting the Viet Cong, but those rat bastards never like to show themselves like the NVA does." he said, examining the iron sights on his rifle once more liked he had been doing earlier after the briefing. He continued. "But hey, maybe we will get some action. Can't say I'm too eager about getting thrown into a game of chance where the stakes are gettin' shot or not, though."

[Treko]

"Heh, if we're lucky we might just actually see who we're shooting at. In the South I here you're usually fighting the Viet Cong, but those rat bastards never like to show themselves like the NVA does." he said, examining the iron sights on his rifle once more liked he had been doing earlier after the briefing. He continued. "But hey, maybe we will get some action. Can't say I'm too eager about getting thrown into a game of chance where the stakes are gettin' shot or not, though."

"See what we're shooting at." said Dustin as he gave a slight chuckle "Damn, that would be the day that i actually see the gook I'm shooting at rather than shooting at random stuff in the jungle since I can't find them." Dustin said with a heartily laugh before looking at Bill "I bet you if we get thrown into a game of chance I know who's coming out alive and it won't be the NVA or the VC." said Dustin as he shouldered his M16A1 and aimed down the sights and aimed at a random tree in the middle of the jungle before messing with the sights making sure they were on target.

[Lancearc]

"Heh, if we're lucky we might just actually see who we're shooting at. In the South I here you're usually fighting the Viet Cong, but those rat bastards never like to show themselves like the NVA does." he said, examining the iron sights on his rifle once more liked he had been doing earlier after the briefing. He continued. "But hey, maybe we will get some action. Can't say I'm too eager about getting thrown into a game of chance where the stakes are gettin' shot or not, though."

"See what we're shooting at." said Dustin as he gave a slight chuckle "Damn, that would be the day that i actually see the gook I'm shooting at rather than shooting at random stuff in the jungle since I can't find them." Dustin said with a heartily laugh before looking at Bill "I bet you if we get thrown into a game of chance I know who's coming out alive and it won't be the NVA or the VC." said Dustin as he shouldered his M16A1 and aimed down the sights and aimed at a random tree in the middle of the jungle before messing with the sights making sure they were on target.

Bill grinned in silent agreement when Dustin talked about actually seeing their target. "Hey, you know what they say, the only people that actually see their targets in the jungle are snipers and dead men." he joked, looking around the camp. He saw a UH-1 flying in the distance and towards the North, presumably with either supplies or a platoon of soldiers aboard. The faint sound of it's rotors was the only real noise around the camp, but a small convoy of trucks soon broke that silence as they rumbled past. "I'm just hopin' we move out soon too though, I'm tired of sitting here talking about the enemy."

[United Slavic Nations]

Lance Corporal Anastasia Dziuba
South Vietnam, 1965

Anastasia poked at the gray mound of sludge that was dropped onto her plate unceremoniously. She looked around the mess hall, feeling slightly nervous through the constant bitter feeling of anger in her stomach, but still pissed at the world all the same. Popping a spoonfull into her mouth, she cringed, but swallowed. At least it's better than Aunt Illya's cooking, she thought, somewhat fondly, and her mind wandered overseas, back to New York, to the quaint little apartment where her frail little aunt sat by a bedside reading to her comatose brother by candle-light.

[Treko]

Bill grinned in silent agreement when Dustin talked about actually seeing their target. "Hey, you know what they say, the only people that actually see their targets in the jungle are snipers and dead men." he joked, looking around the camp. He saw a UH-1 flying in the distance and towards the North, presumably with either supplies or a platoon of soldiers aboard. The faint sound of it's rotors was the only real noise around the camp, but a small convoy of trucks soon broke that silence as they rumbled past. "I'm just hopin' we move out soon too though, I'm tired of sitting here talking about the enemy."

"You got that right Rutledge." Dustin said in agreement as he removed his helmet and again looked at the giant H on his helmet and the NO symbol over the giant H "Hell this might make me a bigger target but were in Vietnam and we're always targets." said Dustin as he put his helmet back on a saw the same UH-1 flying in the distance towards the north "I don't see why we take a Huey in. Hell we might catch the NVA or VC off guard and catch them taking the civies." said Dustin as he lowered his M16A1 away from his shoulder and held diagonally across his chest.

[SkillCrossbones]

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

[United Slavic Nations]

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

Having finished her "meal", she'd been standing behind them the entire time, Anastasia's eye twitched. Turning to face the Sergeant's back, she crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm Ukrainian, not Russian."

[Lancearc]

Bill grinned in silent agreement when Dustin talked about actually seeing their target. "Hey, you know what they say, the only people that actually see their targets in the jungle are snipers and dead men." he joked, looking around the camp. He saw a UH-1 flying in the distance and towards the North, presumably with either supplies or a platoon of soldiers aboard. The faint sound of it's rotors was the only real noise around the camp, but a small convoy of trucks soon broke that silence as they rumbled past. "I'm just hopin' we move out soon too though, I'm tired of sitting here talking about the enemy."

"You got that right Rutledge." Dustin said in agreement as he removed his helmet and again looked at the giant H on his helmet and the NO symbol over the giant H "Hell this might make me a bigger target but were in Vietnam and we're always targets." said Dustin as he put his helmet back on a saw the same UH-1 flying in the distance towards the north "I don't see why we take a Huey in. Hell we might catch the NVA or VC off guard and catch them taking the civies." said Dustin as he lowered his M16A1 away from his shoulder and held diagonally across his chest.

"Taking a chopper they'll probably spot us comin' from a damn well mile away. Or at the very least here us, the Huey makes a pretty distinct sound. Besides, according to the map the village we're supposed to be goin' to ain't that far." he said, watching the chopper disappeared behind the horizon. "If it's the VC then we sure as hell ain't gonna be seeing what we're shooting at, they just like to fight like cowards, shoot at us a few times and then run away." he said, thinking back on the first and only engagement he'd had with the VC prior to this.

[Lancearc]

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

"Sure thing sarge. Right over there" he said, followed by a loose two-fingered salute and a motion towards the Ukrainian.

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

Having been sitting behind them the entire time, Anastasia's eye twitched. Turning to face the Sergeant's back, she crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm Ukrainian, not Russian."

"What's the difference? Crazy commie governments alike. Part of the Soviet Bloc right? Might be wrong though, seein' as how I'm just about as stupid as this rifle here. No offense, of course." he said, holding up his hands palms-out in a defensive manner. "I think I found our new guy...girl, sarge. Welcome to the Vietnam. Have fun, take the malaria pills and try not to choke on 'em. Oh, and did I mention the people that might shoot at us?" he said with a small smirk.

[Treko]

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

"The russian corporal....yeah whats here name...umm...Corporal Dziuba." said Dustin as he noticed Anastasia and her getting mad about sergeant Bell for not recognizing her as ukranian instead of russian "Ukranian or Russian it's all the same since they became apart of the USSR." commented Dustin as he looked at Anastasia before turning his gaze back to Bill "yeah welcome to Vietnam home of extreme racism and people who hate commies with all their heart." Dustin said with a smile as he checked Anastasia out.

[United Slavic Nations]

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

"Sure thing sarge. Right over there" he said, followed by a loose two-fingered salute and a motion towards the Ukrainian.

Having been sitting behind them the entire time, Anastasia's eye twitched. Turning to face the Sergeant's back, she crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm Ukrainian, not Russian."

"What's the difference? Crazy commie governments alike. Part of the Soviet Bloc. No offense, of course." he said, holding up his hands palms-out in a defensive manner. "I think I found our new guy...girl, sarge. Welcome to the Vietnam. Have fun, take the malaria pills and try not to choke on 'em. Oh, and did I mention the people that might shoot at us?" he said with a small smirk.

She felt her eye twitch again. "Did I mention I'm a legal U.S. citizen and have been for the past twenty-four years of my life? And that I have no connection to the Soviet Bloc or the communist government? And that Ukrainians are Ukrainians and Russians are assholes?"

[Monfrox]

Holt stood out near the gate with his gear and looked at his watch. It was now 0653, which meant seven more minutes and he'd have to leave on his own to complete the mission. It was suicidal, but it'd at least prove a point to the platoon about being on-time. Then they'd have to chase him down through the jungle if they wanted to see him again. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but was prepared if necessary.

[Lancearc]

"Sure thing sarge. Right over there" he said, followed by a loose two-fingered salute and a motion towards the Ukrainian.


"What's the difference? Crazy commie governments alike. Part of the Soviet Bloc. No offense, of course." he said, holding up his hands palms-out in a defensive manner. "I think I found our new guy...girl, sarge. Welcome to the Vietnam. Have fun, take the malaria pills and try not to choke on 'em. Oh, and did I mention the people that might shoot at us?" he said with a small smirk.

She felt her eye twitch again. "Did I mention I'm a legal U.S. citizen and have been for the past twenty-four years of my life? And that I have no connection to the Soviet Bloc or the communist government? And that Ukrainians are Ukrainians and Russians are assholes?"

"If you want to fight Russians you're in the wrong place. Around here, the only assholes are some of the sergeants, the VC and the NVA. But from what I hear they're being backed by the Soviets, right?" he said, gazing over at Dustin for a second. "My apologies, as long as you're not a Viet Cong, NVA trooper or a commie we're good."

[United Slavic Nations]

Sergeant Bell idly spun his helmet on the hood of the jeep. Something was off, but he couldn't quite figure what it was. This business with the lieutenant had obscured something else in his mind... Oh well, he thought. He looked up at Bill and Dustin. "Relax guys, we'll be getting shot at soon enough." But at least they're eager. He gave his helmet another spin and watched as it rolled to the edge of the hood, catching it as it began to fall off. New trooper shot through his mind. We were getting a new person in today, he realized. He quickly glanced around the compound. Nobody he didn't recognize, no one who looked lost.

"You guys seen anyone new around here today? Besides the lieutenant?" He asked, a tone of distress breaking through his voice. "We were getting someone else added to the unit, a corporal... something Russian, I'm not sure." I wonder if he's even shown up yet...

"The russian corporal....yeah whats here name...umm...Corporal Dziuba." said Dustin as he noticed Anastasia and her getting mad about sergeant Bell for not recognizing her as ukranian instead of russian "Ukranian or Russian it's all the same since they became apart of the USSR." commented Dustin as he looked at Anastasia before turning his gaze back to Bill "yeah welcome to Vietnam home of extreme racism and people who hate commies with all their heart." Dustin said with a smile as he checked Anastasia out.

Ana felt her face get red, the freckles on her face getting darker with every angry shade of crimson that spread from her collar to her ears.

[Lancearc]

Holt stood out near the gate with his gear and looked at his watch. It was now 0653, which meant seven more minutes and he'd have to leave on his own to complete the mission. It was suicidal, but it'd at least prove a point to the platoon about being on-time. Then they'd have to chase him down through the jungle if they wanted to see him again. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but was prepared if necessary.

As the others talked, Private Rutledge had looked around and happened to notice the lieutenant--or at least he thought, it looked like him from this distance anyway--standing by the gate, looking down at his wrist. Bill nodded slightly, turning to the others. "Hey, we can continue talking about the Ukraine later, right now it looks like the LT may be just a little pissed." he said, grabbing his rifle from the hood of the jeep and sliding off of it, beginning his stroll towards where the lieutenant stood. He waved his hand at the others, motioning for them to follow.

[Treko]

She felt her eye twitch again. "Did I mention I'm a legal U.S. citizen and have been for the past twenty-four years of my life? And that I have no connection to the Soviet Bloc or the communist government? And that Ukrainians are Ukrainians and Russians are assholes?"

"If you want to fight Russians you're in the wrong place. Around here, the only assholes are some of the sergeants, the VC and the NVA. But from what I hear they're being backed by the Soviets, right?" he said, gazing over at Dustin for a second. "My apologies, as long as you're not a Viet Cong, NVA trooper or a commie we're good."

"That's what I heard." said Dustin as stood up and looked at his watch "Russians or commies whatever you want to call them supplying the NVA and the VC and last time i checked we were fighting the commies." continued Dustin as he looked back down at his watch "Its 0653." announced Dustin as he looked back up at Anastasia and gave a quick "I may hate commies but i sure don't mind their women." said Dustin as he grinned at Anastasia before heading over to Holt.

[Malshan]

Holt stood out near the gate with his gear and looked at his watch. It was now 0653, which meant seven more minutes and he'd have to leave on his own to complete the mission. It was suicidal, but it'd at least prove a point to the platoon about being on-time. Then they'd have to chase him down through the jungle if they wanted to see him again. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but was prepared if necessary.

Tim sauntered over to the gate and saluted Lt. Holt, then dropping it and setting his gear down on the ground for one last check-over before he left the camp. His M1903 Springfield Custom was ready and slung over his back, his Hush Puppy was holstered, and his knife was in place in an easy to reach position on his shoulder.

Tim bent over and began ripping up grass and weeds out of the ground to shove under the webbing on his helmet and coat for camouflage. He needed to remain hidden if he was to cover the unit effectively.

After he had finished, Tim checked his rifle and pistol one last time, racking the slide and chambering a round in the Hush Puppy and cycling the Springfield's bolt.

"Ready to go when you are, Lt."

[Krownsinburg]

"Sure thing sarge. Right over there" he said, followed by a loose two-fingered salute and a motion towards the Ukrainian.


"What's the difference? Crazy commie governments alike. Part of the Soviet Bloc. No offense, of course." he said, holding up his hands palms-out in a defensive manner. "I think I found our new guy...girl, sarge. Welcome to the Vietnam. Have fun, take the malaria pills and try not to choke on 'em. Oh, and did I mention the people that might shoot at us?" he said with a small smirk.

She felt her eye twitch again. "Did I mention I'm a legal U.S. citizen and have been for the past twenty-four years of my life? And that I have no connection to the Soviet Bloc or the communist government? And that Ukrainians are Ukrainians and Russians are assholes?"

"Now, now, calm down, let's not be hating ALL the Russians, after all, it's Comrade Lenin we should hate." East said, walking toward the jeep, his M16A1 on his shoulder, with smoke in his mouth, listening as they bickered, "Besides wasn't it that Max guy, or whatever, the German who invented Communism? Or was that Socialism? Eh, what's the diff? They both got red, and they'll both be dead before the 21st century, bet all my money on it." he said, taking a seat on a crate.

[United Slavic Nations]

Holt stood out near the gate with his gear and looked at his watch. It was now 0653, which meant seven more minutes and he'd have to leave on his own to complete the mission. It was suicidal, but it'd at least prove a point to the platoon about being on-time. Then they'd have to chase him down through the jungle if they wanted to see him again. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but was prepared if necessary.

As the others talked, Private Rutledge had looked around and happened to notice the lieutenant--or at least he thought, it looked like him from this distance anyway--standing by the gate, looking down at his wrist. Bill nodded slightly, turning to the others. "Hey, we can continue talking about the Ukraine later, right now it looks like the LT may be just a little pissed." he said, grabbing his rifle from the hood of the jeep and sliding off of it, beginning his stroll towards where the lieutenant stood. He waved his hand at the others, motioning for them to follow.

Grumbling to herself, Anastasia reluctantly followed, readjusting the strap that kept her beloved Dragunov slung over her shoulder.

[Monfrox]

Holt stood out near the gate with his gear and looked at his watch. It was now 0653, which meant seven more minutes and he'd have to leave on his own to complete the mission. It was suicidal, but it'd at least prove a point to the platoon about being on-time. Then they'd have to chase him down through the jungle if they wanted to see him again. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but was prepared if necessary.

Tim sauntered over to the gate and saluted Lt. Holt, then dropping it and setting his gear down on the ground for one last check-over before he left the camp. His M1903 Springfield Custom was ready and slung over his back, his Hush Puppy was holstered, and his knife was in place in an easy to reach position on his shoulder.

Tim bent over and began ripping up grass and weeds out of the ground to shove under the webbing on his helmet and coat for camouflage. He needed to remain hidden if he was to cover the unit effectively.

After he had finished, Tim checked his rifle and pistol one last time, racking the slide and chambering a round in the Hush Puppy and cycling the Springfield's bolt.

"Ready to go when you are, Lt."

Holt looked up at Time, then to the other members that seemed to be having a problem with each other. "What's going on over there, Sergeant?" He asked. If this was going to be a common problem, he'd have to put an end to it soon before someone got hurt. They seemed to be trying to work it out, with little to no luck at all.

[Krownsinburg]

As soon as East sat down, everyone walked off "The Hell? I just come over, and everyone leaves? Do I smell that bad?" he sniffed his armpit, whondering if he needed a shower, then he realized "Oh shit, what time is it?" he looked at his watch, "Oh fuck" he got up and ran out towards the gate, and more importantly, to the Lieutenant.

[Lancearc]

Holt stood out near the gate with his gear and looked at his watch. It was now 0653, which meant seven more minutes and he'd have to leave on his own to complete the mission. It was suicidal, but it'd at least prove a point to the platoon about being on-time. Then they'd have to chase him down through the jungle if they wanted to see him again. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but was prepared if necessary.

Tim sauntered over to the gate and saluted Lt. Holt, then dropping it and setting his gear down on the ground for one last check-over before he left the camp. His M1903 Springfield Custom was ready and slung over his back, his Hush Puppy was holstered, and his knife was in place in an easy to reach position on his shoulder.

Tim bent over and began ripping up grass and weeds out of the ground to shove under the webbing on his helmet and coat for camouflage. He needed to remain hidden if he was to cover the unit effectively.

After he had finished, Tim checked his rifle and pistol one last time, racking the slide and chambering a round in the Hush Puppy and cycling the Springfield's bolt.

"Ready to go when you are, Lt."

"Add me to the ready list, lieutenant." Private Rutledge said, as he walked over, shooting a loose salute towards the Holt. He took his rifle off of his shoulder and held it down around his waist, pointing towards the ground just past his left foot. He looked down at his rifle once more, making sure it was clear of all muck or grime. The M14, as far as he knew, wasn't as prone to jamming as the M16 was, but he wanted to make sure he didn't even have a chance to jam his weapon in battle, especially if the enemy was close.

[SkillCrossbones]

Bell jumped slightly at the voice behind him. "Thanks guys," he said sardonically. He turned around to see the new corporal. "Hello, welcome to base Echo 17, I'm First Sergeant Josh Bell, senior NCO of Platoon Alpha 4." He flashed a quick, informal salute. "Nice to meet you, Corporal-" he glanced at the name emblazoned on the uniform, "Dziuba? Is that right?" He stuck out a hand for a quick handshake. "I hope you've choked down a malaria pill today, we're set to head out in about," he glanced at his watch, "seven minutes. You're going to have to hit the ground running, corporal. In fact, we'd better head over to the Lieutenant, looks like he's getting antsy."

Bell walked over to Holt. "Sergeant Bell reporting for duty, sir." He gestured towards Dziuba and said, "New addition to the platoon, sir. Lance Corporal Dziuba. Marksman."

[Treko]

Holt looked up at Time, then to the other members that seemed to be having a problem with each other. "What's going on over there, Sergeant?" He asked. If this was going to be a common problem, he'd have to put an end to it soon before someone got hurt. They seemed to be trying to work it out, with little to no luck at all.

"Just clear the breathing room LT." said Dustin as he got closer to the lieutenant and the sergeant "You can add me to the list sir I'm ready." continued Dustin as he cocked his M16A1 and gripped it tightly as he looked at Rutledge and the sergeant.

[United Slavic Nations]

Bell jumped slightly at the voice behind him. "Thanks guys," he said sardonically. He turned around to see the new corporal. "Hello, welcome to base Echo 17, I'm First Sergeant Josh Bell, senior NCO of Platoon Alpha 4." He flashed a quick, informal salute. "Nice to meet you, Corporal-" he glanced at the name emblazoned on the uniform, "Dziuba? Is that right?" He stuck out a hand for a quick handshake. "I hope you've choked down a malaria pill today, we're set to head out in about," he glanced at his watch, "seven minutes. You're going to have to hit the ground running, corporal. In fact, we'd better head over to the Lieutenant, looks like he's getting antsy.

Bell walked over to Holt. He gestured towards Dziuba and said, "New addition to the platoon, sir. Lance Corporal Dziuba. Marksman."

"Reporting, sir," Anastasia saluted, still a bit flustered.