Bravo Company

"I hate the chinese," I tell my battle buddy Reeder as we sit on what used to be the third floor of of our training company's building, over-looking a pitch black Barton field and beautiful, noisy star-filled night. The Chinese have invaded, for what reasons I still don't know, I'm just a lowly private, but what i do know is on the opposite side of Barton the Chinese sit and wait to kill us. Reeder responds with a slightly witty, "Is it bad that I still like Chinese food?" I chuckle a little not really knowing what to say back. Every few minutes or so a few tracer rounds light up the sky but the sound of weapons fire and screaming never really stops, and I don't think I will ever get the smell of expened ammunition out of my nose. Because where we sit has been shelled, mortared, and assaulted on counless occasions due to Signal Towers being directly behind us. Charlie and Bravo company are known as the Gate to the Chinese, 'cause between our two buildings sits a path 75 yards in width and 150 yards in length along with an ass-load of dead Chinese. Air strikes and naval support have kept the mechanized division at bay but all across PNN (Private News Network) they are all saying the same thing , we are withdrawing from Fort Gordon. That the Navy is needed farther North and that we will be moving North with them. We are supposed to be getting cover from real infantry units, but that's what they said before half my platoon was either injured or dead. The whistle of a mortar round breaks my concentration. I listen intensely, knowing I only have a few moments to react, Reeder calls it before me, "INCOMING!" we both lay down behind cover. The explosion goes off, we both lift our heads to find that Charlie is under attack.
I get up and sprint for the spot light on thop of the building, Reeder right behind me. We get to it immediately, turning it on and facing it toward the field, and to our dismay, about two platoons of chinks stood 125 meters away from our doorstep, "My God," /slips from my mouth. Reeder dives for the alarm button, damn thing took us a week to install. The split second it goes off the Chinese begin their assault. Reeder flips the switch that turns on the high beam bright spot lights on the front of the building, the idea being to blind the assault if they dare to attack at night. I hop on the 50 Cal, load it and begin opening fire for the first few moments I always feel sick, tearing through people like paper mache, but I usually get over itonce the enemy starts shooting back. Reeder hops on the 50 cal 5 meters to my right and also begins unloading into the advancing Chinese. Even though we can't see it, we both know that they are firing back. The two rounds wiz by our head, richochetes off the wall imbedding themselves in the sandbags that are protecting us. We keep shooting, keepong as much of the enemy at bay so our battle buddies can be safe. But the enemy keeps getting closer to hitting one of us with each shot, until finally they decide a RPG would be best to handle us two soldiers on the turrets, me and Reeder see him at the same time. We both knew it was too late to shoot at him so we run for it right as he fires.