Chaper one, leave no man behind.

Narrator: You know, the other day, before we shipped out, a buddy of mine asked me: "Why do ya do it man? Do y'all think you're heroes or something?" I didn't know what to say. But if he asked me again, I'd say "No. We're just ordinary people in extraordinary situations."


September 20th, 2th year of the 3rd Era of the Hyperiums Protectorate.

Pfc Jenkins: They're moving up the ridge! Sarge, they're moving up the ridge!

First Sergeant Lipton: God Jenkins, fire your weapon!

Radio: *static* -pton! Sergeant Lipton! *static* -me in! Sergeant Lipton come in! This is command, move *static* platoon to target *static* Bravo-Seven, say again, bunker Bravo-Seven. What the hell is wrong with these radios?

Lipton: Roger that! 2nd Platoon, move down the west side of the ridge, 3rd Squad Rear guard action, we're taking bunker Bravo-Seven, and waiting for the rest of the Battalion there. We're going to use Missiles to defend against what's left of their fleet upstairs. Let's go, move, move, MOVE!

Jenkins: Sarge, they sent a whole Azzie Regiment after us!

Lipton: Alright, fuck it. 3rd Squad, stay until we've reached the bottom, 2nd Squad will then turn and cover until you reach us. Then, we're gonna run all out, Hoo-ah?

Squad: Hoo-ah!

3rd Squad Radioman: Man, the bad guys just got naval reinforcements, our fleet's outnumbered...wait… wait... oh no! The fleet's pulling out, they're leaving us here! And there's more...Oh God...That's it man, game over man, game over! What the hell are we gonna do now? What the hell are we gonna do?

3rd Squad Sergeant: Calm down Seabs--

A bullet from an Azterk sniper rifle entered one side of the Sergeant's head before he finished his sentence, and shot out the other, bringing grey matter, blood and skull fragments with it, covering Pfc Jenkins. Who just gaped open mouthed at what was left of our Sergeant's head, as the body collapsed on him.

3rd Squad Corporal: Let's move 3rd, fall back. Leave the body Jenkins, and get up. Jenkins, Seabs and Mus, cover our six, everyone else, follow me!

Our Squad made record time down Hill 167, regrouping with the rest of the platoon.

Lipton: Corporal? Where's your Sergeant? And you're missing three men.

3rd Squad Corporal: Sergeant's dead, Sir. I left Jenkins, Mus, and Seabs to cover our six. I don't have a clue where they are.

Lipton: What? What did you just say, House? You left three men behind? What the hell were you thinking, if you were thinking at all, Ah! Sergeant Rowe, take the platoon to the bunker, secure it, Shuyin, Kennedy, Agnis, Leon and...Shellington. You guys are coming with me to get back the three men that House left behind. We leave no man behind! By the way House, I'm not an officer, I work for my pay.

The six of us ran up the hill. Lipton, ordered us to load shredder rounds. When we got to the top we saw Jenkins was in a dell firing back against the Azzies, Seabs was on the ground 100 feet away surrounded by Azzies, and Mus was no where to be found. Lip ordered us to grab Jenkins and leave. There was nothing we could do about Seabs, he was surrounded by a company of Azzies. We ran down the hill and regrouped with the rest of the platoon, they were 200 feet from the bunker, and of course the thing was guarded by probably a company of Azzies, nothing is ever easy anymore.

Private Leon: We gotta take that bunker fast guys, else we're in trouble.

Private Shuyin: You may not have been keeping up on current events, but we just got our arses kicked pal!

Lipton: Leon's right, we take that bunker, we wait for the battalion, we defend against the Azzies. We're sitting ducks out here. So here's the plan...

Lip outlined the battle plan. 2nd Squad would head up another hill, Hill 57 and provide covering fire and mortar fire from there. 3rd Squad would enfilade left and attempt to encircle them while 1st Squad provided a diversion. We had fewer than 30 men and would be taking on a unit more than four times our size; our only hope was for them to think we had more men than them.