trees ahead.
Williams ordered.
Salas sent an acknowledgement over the combat net and led his fireteam off to the left, down the access road; then into the tree line.
Something felt off to Williams. The enemy had hit them too hard over the last several miles for this last skirmish to be their last hurrah. With the platoon nearly at the comm tower, a last line of defense was only logical.
He posted his concerns on the command net and waited to see if anyone agreed.
Sergeant Li with squad three asked. Sergeant Green said. Lieutenant Grenwald put in his two cents. Williams acknowledged that, but pressed his point. The LT didn’t counter the order, so Green informed Dvorak to keep an extra close eye on scan. Williams was glad that Grenwald had taken his word on the possible danger. He was a good CO as far as they went, though only two years out of OCS. Williams didn’t mind so much; it was easier to shape the younger officers.
The Marines advanced down the slope toward a small creek at the bottom of the valley. From there it was up the hill to the communications array. He could see it poking through the trees: several directional and omnidirectional antennas jutting into the sky. Orders were to take as much of it intact as possible, but Williams’ first concern was always for his Marines.
Williams had started his military career in E Company, 8 th Battalion of the 242. Working his way up from PFC to Staff Sergeant had built into him the knowledge that this wasn’t a job, it was a life. The men and women around him were family, closer than any flesh and blood. He was responsible for them and he was going to make sure that every single one of them survived this mission.
He kept that attitude firmly in mind; it was his mantra. The minute a sergeant started accepting the loss of the men he or she was responsible for was the minute to get out of the military. His platoon needed him, needed his protection and he wasn’t going to let them down.
That being said, he didn’t mind if they were scared shitless of him. It made the enemy seem a lot less threatening.
Jansen reported.
Sergeant Li said over the command net.
the lieutenant said. Williams acknowledged. He sent commands to the fireteam leaders over the combat net, instructing them to spread out and take up positions flanking Jansen’s team.
The comms went silent, only passive systems online. Even with the tech available to them, Marines still trained in using hand signals. They were silent, efficient and needed no electricity to convey.
Once the teams were in position, Williams signaled Chang to set up one of the slug throwers in case
Salas sent an acknowledgement over the combat net and led his fireteam off to the left, down the access road; then into the tree line.
Something felt off to Williams. The enemy had hit them too hard over the last several miles for this last skirmish to be their last hurrah. With the platoon nearly at the comm tower, a last line of defense was only logical.
He posted his concerns on the command net and waited to see if anyone agreed.
The Marines advanced down the slope toward a small creek at the bottom of the valley. From there it was up the hill to the communications array. He could see it poking through the trees: several directional and omnidirectional antennas jutting into the sky. Orders were to take as much of it intact as possible, but Williams’ first concern was always for his Marines.
Williams had started his military career in E Company, 8 th Battalion of the 242. Working his way up from PFC to Staff Sergeant had built into him the knowledge that this wasn’t a job, it was a life. The men and women around him were family, closer than any flesh and blood. He was responsible for them and he was going to make sure that every single one of them survived this mission.
He kept that attitude firmly in mind; it was his mantra. The minute a sergeant started accepting the loss of the men he or she was responsible for was the minute to get out of the military. His platoon needed him, needed his protection and he wasn’t going to let them down.
That being said, he didn’t mind if they were scared shitless of him. It made the enemy seem a lot less threatening.
Sergeant Li said over the command net.
The comms went silent, only passive systems online. Even with the tech available to them, Marines still trained in using hand signals. They were silent, efficient and needed no electricity to convey.
Once the teams were in position, Williams signaled Chang to set up one of the slug throwers in case
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