Force Recon
by: Ding Chavez, 10-21-99
Most of the men on the boat were thinking of their homes, girlfriends, and lives they had left
behind to join the elite branch of the Army, Force Recon. The Officer of this unit, however, had
his mind on nothing but the ensuing battle to take place in only a few minutes.
The 25 men were divided into five squads of five men each. Squad one was the leading squad. This
squad had the officer in it, in addition to two rangers, a marine and a medic. Squad two was the
main offense squad. They consisted of one heavy machine gunner, two marines, one sniper, and a
medic. Squad three was the heavy offense squad. It was made up of two rocket infantrymen, one
heavy machine gunner, one commando, and a medic. Squad four was the defensive squad. They
consisted of two engineers, one marine, a flame-thrower, and a medic. Squad five was the bunker
clearer. They consisted of two flame-throwers, a commando, a marine, and a medic.
The weather was horrendous for a beach storming, but the men of Force Recon were hand selected for
this operation. The five boats crashed through the ten-foot waves. Green-faced men were vomiting
all around him. They hit an especially large twenty-foot rouge wave. Boat four was capsized. The
five men inside were tossed into the water. They flailed about hopelessly. There was nothing that
could have been done. They had to concentrate on the mission. Losses were expected, but that
didn't make anyone feel any better about the five colleagues they had just lost to the raging
water. These were the men they trained with, laughed with, and suffered with.
The four boats continued on. Shore was now in sight. The ones that had better vision could make
out the bunkers, the water mines, and the walls of barbed wire that they would be facing shortly.
It took what seemed like an eternity to cover the last 200 yards to shore. The enemy had been
instructed to stop this invasion at all costs. There were mortar and machine gun nests, bunkers
with men armed with automatic rifles and sniper rifles, and many traps to prevent the storming of
this beach. The Commander knew about these dangers, and had briefed his men accordingly.
The first boat carrying the Officer ran up on shore. The men inside ducked down so they would not
be targets to the enemy snipers. They didn't open the door yet. They wanted to coordinate their
attack. Over their radios, the men heard that boats two and five were on shore. Suddenly, they
heard a deafening explosion. Screams came through the radios saying that boat three had hit a
mine. Pieces of the boat showered down on the Officer and his men. In any other situation, the
Officer would have found this situation gruesome and horrible, but his mind was on the mission and
nothing else.
"Squads two, and five! Status report!" he shouted into his headset microphone.
"Squad two ready!" was screamed into the ears of all the men.
"Squad five ready!" came short after.
"Go! Go! Go!" the Officer yelled at the top of his lungs. He was so loud that all his men and
the enemy too could hear him. The doors on the bows of the three remaining boats flung open
simultaneously. The gunfire began, and it wasn't going to stop until one of the two opposing
forces was dead. Each one was trying desperately to make the other side the dead one. The machine
gun nests exploded into light. It looked like a scene from Star Wars with the tracers flying all
around them. Explosions were going off everywhere from enemy mortars. The bunkers were dark, but
the men inside's faces were being lit up with each round discharged from their guns.
"One of Squad two's Marines is down!" was heard in the ears of the men through their headsets.
The Officer turned to see the Marine on the ground, a large amount of red fluid spilling from the
large hole in the center of his chest.
The men of Force Recon took cover behind the twisted metal beams designed to punch holes in the
hulls of any ships that would try to storm this beach. Some had mines on them, like the one that
had taken boat three, and the five men aboard. As soon as the men had some kind of cover, the
began to return fire.
A mortar round found its target and exploded between Squads Two and Five. Squad Two lost their two
marines and Squad Five lost one of their flame-throwers. Squad Five's medic was hit in the shoulder
by some of the shrapnel. Squad One's medic rushed over to help them. There was nothing that could
have been done to help the two marines and the flame-thrower, so he dressed the other medic's wound
and continued firing.
"Get those damn mortars!" the Officer shouted into his radio. He took aim with his FAMAS Assault
Rifle and squeezed off five rounds at the mortar nest. He grinned when he saw his enemy's head
explode in a pink cloud just as he was launching the mortar. The enemy's body went limp and knocked
over his deadly weapon. It fired the mortar into the side of the nest, causing the dead body and
his live partner to become mangled torsos. The Officer looked to his left just in time to see the
other mortar nest explode from Squad Five's commando's grenade launcher.
"Squad One advance! Squad Two and Five covering fire!" was the Officer's order. The five men of
Squad One got up and ran forward. They moved with the speed of a wolf across the water-soaked
sand. Bullets exploded around them. They took cover behind a cliff of sand that had formed when
the tide went out.
"Squad Two advance! Squad One and Five covering fire!"
Squad Two repeated what Squad One did, but they had only four people left. Their heavy machine
gunner was running slower than his squad because of his extra-heavy load. He yelped as a tracer
pierced his kneecap. He fell to the ground in a heap.
"Medic!" he shouted. Squad Two's medic turned, and like a machine, ran back towards his fallen
ally. He hoisted him up on his shoulders, despite the machine gunner's large build. At this
point, the medic knew that he could lift an APC off of him with the large amount of adrenaline
surging through his veins. He carried him to cover. He took the medical kit out of his backpack
and began to treat the wound. He stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound at what would have
been his best record time if someone had been timing him.
Squad Five advanced next. Their medic was shot in the head by an enemy sniper on the way. Now
everyone who was left was behind the sand cliff. They popped up, one at a time, to shoot at the
men in the bunkers and the machine gun nests. The wounded machine gunner took out a grenade and
lobbed it up into a gun nest. The men inside didn't have time to react. The explosion sent
shrapnel through their bodies. They fell in a pile over the walls of the gun nest.
The Officer took aim at the last machine gun nest and fired his FAMAS. He took out one of the men
inside. The second man was killed soon after by Squad Five's medic. All that remained were the
two bunkers.
Squad Two's sniper took aim at the dark bunker. One of the enemy inside fired his gun at the
sniper's teammates. He swung his crosshairs over to the muzzle flash and aimed just to the top of
it. His red laser lit up the enemy's face. The enemy didn't have time to react to the red light
now in his eyes. The sniper pulled the trigger and promptly ended his foe's life.
Squad Five's commando threw a fragmentation grenade at the other bunker. It missed the small
opening and it landed on the roof. When it exploded, it made a two-foot circular hole in the
roof. One of the enemies inside was severely injured by the flying concrete fragments.
The other bunker, fearing that they were the only ones left alive after they heard the explosion
followed by screams coming from the other bunker, took out their only grenade, pulled the pin,
and threw it at Force Recon. In the heat of the moment, they forgot to prime the grenade before
throwing it. The Officer was shouting commands into his radio, and didn't notice the small
spherical metal object that landed next to him. One of the rangers saw it, and without even
questioning the extreme action he was about to take, dove on top of the grenade. His torso
caught all of the shrapnel. His brave action had saved his officer and the rest of his squad who
were in close proximity, but had left little of the ranger left. The Officer only realized what
had happened after the grenade went off. He stared at the bloody corpse with stunned eyes.
"I...........I....This man will be commended. He will receive the Distinguished Service Cross
Medal. We will remember this man," he spoke into his radio. There was a moment where all seemed
silent. Both the enemy and the men of Force Recon weren't shooting.
"Let's finish this mission," said the other ranger.
"Agreed. GET THOSE BASTARDS!!!" the Officer yelled into his mike. They popped up, one at a time,
and shot at the bunker. Squad Five's marine got the second guy in the bunker. One more well
placed grenade from the commando's grenade launcher detonated in the far wall of the bunker. A
cloud of skull fragments flew out the front of the bunker.
"Bunker pacified!" the Officer announced.
"Squad Five! Let's barbecue these bastards!" He took out a smoke grenade and, with a professional
pitcher's aim, tossed it inside the final bunker. They could hear the men inside coughing from the
smoke. They stopped shooting because they had no visibility. Squad Five's flame-thrower got up and
ran forward to the bunker. He climbed up on the roof. He put away his gun and took out his
flame-thrower. He didn't light it up, instead he sprayed the deadly flammable liquid into the hole
that had been punched earlier by the commando's frag grenade. The men inside felt the cold liquid
covering them and smelled it's putrid stench. They screamed, because they knew what was happening
and they couldn't do anything about it because of the thick black smoke stinging their eyes and
choking their lungs. After the bunker had a gallon of the liquid sprayed inside, he lit his
flame-thrower. He stepped back, aimed, and flashed the hole in the bunker with fire. The liquid
inside combusted all at once. He jumped down and ran back to his colleagues. The bunker was no
longer dark, but was a torch with an intense, unnatural burning fury inside. The men's bloodcurd
ling screams could barely be heard over the roar of the blaze. Soon after the screams died down,
the flames did too.
The men got up and ran past the bunker, none of them daring to look inside at the blackened
bodies. Each squad formed the Snake Formation they had practiced back at the barracks. They
moved on past the beach to the town a few miles away. The commander's voice was heard over their
radios commending them on their job. The men of Force Recon had completed their mission. Those
who died would be remembered. Those who survived would go on to fight another battle in another
place on another day...
Forcerecon
©1999 - "Ding Chavez" - All Rights Reserved
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