“Get to cover.” John said. Bombs were falling like snow in a blizzard. “This is bullshit man.” Said Jonas. “What’s the point?” He said again. The battle had been going on for days on the left flank of East Ridge. Easy company had been slowly pushing the enemy back towards the riverfront, but was in need of supplies. The east lines were falling back, so it was up to the 352nd Infantry to push, and flank them.
The main attack was composed of Easy Co, Baker and Bravo Co. Easy company was suppose to take the left flank and advance up the mountain side by day break. Baker and Bravo were supposed to move straight down the throat of WERG, Western Europe Revolutionary Group. The only problem was is that it had been three days and the ridge hadn’t been taken. Bravo was wiped out and the lines were split in two. Baker Company to the right, and Easy Company to the left. Easy company was pinned down in small village know only by its code name, fox den. The company had originally fifty-five men and were now down to twenty-six, with only enough supplies to last one more day. Radio intelligence had warned of a rebel group moving in from the west, and that Baker Co had pulled back about 3 kilometers.
“Well that just freaking perfect, I mean what the hell are we suppose to do now huh?” Said Tex. “I don’t know man but it sure isn't good." “Max out all ammo and set perimeters around the town.” Said Sgt Riggs. The town was about a quarter square mile with about fifteen or so houses. In the center of town was a church with a large hole in the roof from a mortar fell through. On the north side of town was an open field about the size of an acre. In the distance at night you could gun shots and see and occasional flash in the background of where a bomb exploded. You could here screams and see the look of fear on every-mans face. There were only about six villagers left. No one knew it, but hell was about to break lose. An announcement came over the radio stating, “air support is down, and main air field 2334 is down, over.” At the point every guy in the outfit was scared shitless. Capt Fredrick’s pulled out his map and started to plot a defensive move. He positioned all the men on the west side of the town, and placed two snipers, Bear and Owl in the church tower.
Bear’s real name was Marvin Douglas Christopher. He was from Maine and was an excellent shot. He was the nicest guy you would have ever met. He grew up near Plymouth, and was raised hunting everything from bear, to dear, to rabbit and moose. He joined the army as infantry but soon got placed into sniper school. Rumor had it he shot a bee from one hundred yards on a windy day. He was about six foot six, weighed about two fifty and was fast as all hell. In basic training he ran the mile in about three minuets and forty seconds.
Owl on the other hand was quiet and shy. Kept to himself a lot and no one every really knew where he came from. He seemed like a nice guy but like I said he was quiet you know. All you to do was put a gun in hands and no matter the make, model, or type he could any thing. He was about five foot twelve and kind of small in size.
Lucas, our company asshole had just taken off to the can. No sooner had he, when a mortar came howling through the air. Bam, about twenty yards away it exploded. He ran out yelling “What the Fu-“ when another and then another interrupted him. With in minuets about seven mortars fell on the men. “Get to cover, Get to cover.” Henry yelled. By then about seventy-five WERG members came running in full sprint at them. Josh opened up his fifty cal on them and the bullets flew. The shots ripped through their bodies and by fives and tens they fell. “Chris get on the radio and call in artillery, danger close, N 34 56 and W 39 14 over.” Copy that sir. The noise was so intense. More and more rebels came out of the tree line. “Fall back to rally point, fall back to –“ Sgt Hanson was shot. “Pull the hell back.” Lucas said. What was left of the company ran back to the other side of town. By then the artillery had started. About sixty or so rounds smashed into the town and wiped it out with in a matter of minuets. “We don’t got no ammo, we don’t got any tanks, we don’t got no goddamn toilet paper and no freaking air support.” By then every one stopped talking and looked around to see where Bear and Owl were. No one had seen them since the assault. Both men died that day under friendly fire. For the men of Easy Company it was a hard blow. As all ways the men of easy company ran back to take the positions before another attack. In the distance they heard a loud noise. When about thirteen choppers came hovering over. Three of them opened up their machine guns on the remain rebel members. One helicopter landed and the nine-teen men entered. The men wer groggy and week. Lucas looked out the foggy window and noticed that about another twenty choppers had landed and hundreds of men were off loading. Their hell was over, but was it. Out of no where an RPG slammed into the side of their chopper. The explosion was massive and only ten survived. Most of the men escaped, but a lot burned to death. After the explosion two B-52's flew over head and Sgt. Kelly was watching them until he lost them in the clouds. The Lt. of the company said "cover your ears." Then about thousand explosions went of about a half mile away from them. The ground shook and fire raged in the distance for days. On the third day the companies of the 352nd joined forces with 67th sniper squad. They were on a recon mission to eliminate any remaining rebels in the area by calling in air strikes. When they reached the town where the bombing run had taken place, there was nothing left. four square miles were on fire and leveled. In the distance to the west of the town they saw a tank group forming in fast ranks. Meaning they wer hauling ass. So PFC Jonas called in another air strike but the radio was dead. Mike who was part of the 67th, fire at the laed gunner and shot him the head. Quickly a barrage of rounds came flying at them. The company code named Silent Death was now on the run in a full retreat.
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