Foxhole Follies

[Girod]

It was a warm summer day, the kind of day you wish would never end. Just as that thought entered my mind bullets screamed pass my head quickly throwing me on the ground and out of my thoughts. Remembering that I was here for a purpose to hold my ground at the Embassy, and kill anyone who didn’t not comply with my orders. In this case it was the hordes of Chechnya rebels suicide squads running towards us that would not comply too my orders. As my team composed of five held the ground we knew we were out numbered but not out gunned or under trained. We slowly advanced up the hill in front of the embassy limits, though we knew we had a very good chance we would not make it back we advanced anyway slaughtering all that stood to oppose us. As early information had told of a brutal strike we knew that we must dig in and have a forward position ready if the occasion calls for it. Well as we gain ground up the hill I spotted our first small fortification a 5ft deep foxhole with room for one man it had a thin board of pile wood with brush over it, to keep it hidden if we could to get to it in time or if we were over run and could not hold it any more they would not be able to find it and use it against us. The closer I had gotten to it the more I noticed something was wrong, very wrong. Though the board lay their still intact the camouflage covering had been tampered with. Normally this would not bother me but the fact that after we saw five retreat up the hill and only having killed 4 of them I had a bad feeling about this. Leaving one man to cover are backs, we had three men surround the fox hole as one soldier moved the cover. Almost as soon as the cover was moved one inch the fire squad opened up tearing the flesh of our victim. Even though it was clear that the man was gone we continued to fire all three of us unloaded a magazine quicker then a jumpy private in his first fire fight. Over the course of that day we battled strong and hard fighting off man after man till it was over.

Moral of the story: Never hide in a foxhole with your back facing the enemy or without the magazine in your gun.

[Timm]

Sweet alex, good job.