Danik Drayton
Sep 23rd, 2003, 01:10:48 PM
“ First platoon on me!” The men responded quickly, gathering round Lieutenant Drayton. “ All of you listen in, Company HQ has just given us new orders. We are to move out at 22.00 hours on a patrol. Intelligence reports that the enemy position south of here will be re-supplied by a section strength patrol. We are to ambush that patrol. Any questions.” He said all this clearly so there would be no mistake as to what he was saying. “Section ICs supervise battle prep.”
At 22.00 hours the patrol set off in staggered file with first section leading the way. They moved down the road silently each man covering his arch of fire. Then without warning a flare went off high above them, everyone froze as the object twinkled brightly then, slowly, dropping down and fading away. He turned to his Plt Sgt.” Get down there and tell the point man to move into that tree line and once we get there I will organise the ambush.
The ambush was set and ready to go off like a mousetrap. First had been split to make the cut off groups at either end of the line. Second, third and all the heavy weapons had been placed into the killing group in the centre. Soon enough the heavens opened soaking the men lying in the mud. God I love it Danik thought. He got a thrill out of all this, an unexplainable rush when going into combat, this was his world.
The signal was given that the enemy was in front of them. He lined up his sights on the lead soldier, squeezed the trigger. A shot came flying in from the left of first platoon ripping into the ground. Then another and another. They had been spotted and out flanked. An almighty firefight broke out, men going down on both sides. “Come on, fire damm it.” As he stood up to run round to speak to the left cut off group he was hit in the hip. His body went numb as he side slipped into a ditch. The firing ceased shortly after.
That had been back during his training. He was a Captain now with his own men that he had to work up to the highest standards. They were soldiers. They were men of the Empire.
At 22.00 hours the patrol set off in staggered file with first section leading the way. They moved down the road silently each man covering his arch of fire. Then without warning a flare went off high above them, everyone froze as the object twinkled brightly then, slowly, dropping down and fading away. He turned to his Plt Sgt.” Get down there and tell the point man to move into that tree line and once we get there I will organise the ambush.
The ambush was set and ready to go off like a mousetrap. First had been split to make the cut off groups at either end of the line. Second, third and all the heavy weapons had been placed into the killing group in the centre. Soon enough the heavens opened soaking the men lying in the mud. God I love it Danik thought. He got a thrill out of all this, an unexplainable rush when going into combat, this was his world.
The signal was given that the enemy was in front of them. He lined up his sights on the lead soldier, squeezed the trigger. A shot came flying in from the left of first platoon ripping into the ground. Then another and another. They had been spotted and out flanked. An almighty firefight broke out, men going down on both sides. “Come on, fire damm it.” As he stood up to run round to speak to the left cut off group he was hit in the hip. His body went numb as he side slipped into a ditch. The firing ceased shortly after.
That had been back during his training. He was a Captain now with his own men that he had to work up to the highest standards. They were soldiers. They were men of the Empire.