JACJAB01
Junior Member
Mosel, Iraq, 2007- YC stands infront of a blackhawk as the turning wind pelts your exposed skin in this oven quality air. It's only 0730 and the temperature is over 90°. The land scape, buildings, and anything exposed to the elements is covered in a light tanish moon dust giving the country the complexity of a pastel painting where the artist had one color to use. For variety trash in the form of newspaper and large 2 liter water bottles decorate the place. The country smells of stale polluted water and the dead and dieing.
As you wait, a tiny 5'4 blonde flight medic wearing sergeant stripes and a decorated flight helmet that looks like a black widow runs up to grab YC's hand. Smacking up her visor she gets nose to nose and yells. "THIS ALL YOU BRINGING? GET ON THEN! BUCKLED UP!" The thick Northern Texas accent comes through as she yanks on your 5 point harness seat belt. You have 2 duffle bags and a ruck sack for what you will be living in for 9 months in her bird. She hopes in with you and squeezes the piolets shoulder. Suddenly the bird leaps into the air and off you are.
"So, looks like you're linking up with Blue Platoon Delta Company for this stretch. COP Nepsa! Those guys just lost their PL and Medic last week so give them some slack. Their acting Platoon Sergeant is a dude called SSG Brown! Good guy! "
It was a shot conversation that left more questions then it did answers. Below them they flew over the landscape. Black tarmac single lane highways looked like devil veins as impact craters from mortars and IEDs left the place looking like the surface of the moon. Burnt out hulls of cars where pushed off the roads and left a scenic history on the way out to the city of Mosel.
The helicopter suddenly sank and banked hard left. Showing below the small Combat Out Post (COP Nepsa). The place had taken a bombed out and vacant mosque in a small farming community just outside the city and fortified it with bricks, sandbags, plywood, and green camo netting spray painted tan. The Tanks inside numbered 16, with two Humvees. Large sandbags the size of small cars called Tesco barriers stacked 8 feet high served as their perimeter wall. Built at the corners were occupied guard towers. Off to the West of the Mosque was a small hastily build concert landing pad with gravel set around it. They landed hard and YCs bags where out and on the ground before you.
The helicopter was soon rocketing away and a feeling of abandonment was hard not to feel as the short lived friendship was just that. Standing before YC was a thin 5'7, athletically built man wearing SSG rank. Medium faded dirt brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing ACUs with a rifle across his chest. His name tape "SSG Brown. Nice to meet you. I'm the Platoon Sergeant of Third Herd Berserk Platoon. Glad to have you."
Choose to be either the New Platoon Leader 2 LT/ our New Field Medic / A tank Sergeant / or a Field Reporter Civilian. YC can be male or Female and can choose whether to have a romantic relationship while you are there. The RP ends when the Deployment is over.
As you wait, a tiny 5'4 blonde flight medic wearing sergeant stripes and a decorated flight helmet that looks like a black widow runs up to grab YC's hand. Smacking up her visor she gets nose to nose and yells. "THIS ALL YOU BRINGING? GET ON THEN! BUCKLED UP!" The thick Northern Texas accent comes through as she yanks on your 5 point harness seat belt. You have 2 duffle bags and a ruck sack for what you will be living in for 9 months in her bird. She hopes in with you and squeezes the piolets shoulder. Suddenly the bird leaps into the air and off you are.
"So, looks like you're linking up with Blue Platoon Delta Company for this stretch. COP Nepsa! Those guys just lost their PL and Medic last week so give them some slack. Their acting Platoon Sergeant is a dude called SSG Brown! Good guy! "
It was a shot conversation that left more questions then it did answers. Below them they flew over the landscape. Black tarmac single lane highways looked like devil veins as impact craters from mortars and IEDs left the place looking like the surface of the moon. Burnt out hulls of cars where pushed off the roads and left a scenic history on the way out to the city of Mosel.
The helicopter suddenly sank and banked hard left. Showing below the small Combat Out Post (COP Nepsa). The place had taken a bombed out and vacant mosque in a small farming community just outside the city and fortified it with bricks, sandbags, plywood, and green camo netting spray painted tan. The Tanks inside numbered 16, with two Humvees. Large sandbags the size of small cars called Tesco barriers stacked 8 feet high served as their perimeter wall. Built at the corners were occupied guard towers. Off to the West of the Mosque was a small hastily build concert landing pad with gravel set around it. They landed hard and YCs bags where out and on the ground before you.
The helicopter was soon rocketing away and a feeling of abandonment was hard not to feel as the short lived friendship was just that. Standing before YC was a thin 5'7, athletically built man wearing SSG rank. Medium faded dirt brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing ACUs with a rifle across his chest. His name tape "SSG Brown. Nice to meet you. I'm the Platoon Sergeant of Third Herd Berserk Platoon. Glad to have you."
Choose to be either the New Platoon Leader 2 LT/ our New Field Medic / A tank Sergeant / or a Field Reporter Civilian. YC can be male or Female and can choose whether to have a romantic relationship while you are there. The RP ends when the Deployment is over.
