Chapter Five (What the fuck?!)
Me and Bulldog were seated in Boss`s office awaiting what was to come next. I shifted in my seat as Boss started yelling at the both of us for our actions. I sat only half listening as Bulldog kept hold of my hand and kept squeezing it tighter and tighter. Bulldog had never been good at being yelled at, he was trying to find something to keep his mind off of what was being said. Boss stood up and just as he was to bark out another order, a mortar blew into the CP and another 5,10,34,60 something followed. We were being attacked by the fucking VC, this time it was actually a good time. Me, Bulldog and Boss all darted outside all at once, the popping of AK fire and the ringing of mortar rounds were making my head shake, like time had slowed itself. All my adrenaline was pumping through my veins, I un-shouldered my M16, loaded it and made a sprint towards the forward bunker. We were in right in the way of VC getting weapons from Russia. I started squeezing off rounds at Attacking VC, I did not realize that Bulldog was right behind me the whole time. A mortar burst to my left sending me off my feet, I sprung back up, did no damage, only had some cuts and bruises. I kept squeezing off rounds, every shot was a kill. I was sniper, it was my job to make every shot a kill. The yells and screams of Marines, Army and VC filled the air. I heard the rumbling of T-62s, they were getting close, very close. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned it was Bulldog.
"Yeah?"
"Pyro we got six T-62s supporting infantry closing on our position."
I nodded.
"Bulldog, go get Major Beckett and tell him to get all his guys up to the ridge, we`ll hold there."
"On it."
"I`ll meet you there."
As Bulldog broke off into a run to find the Major, I gathered all the ammo I could from fallen soldiers and took their Dog Tags as I went. They deserved that much. I reached the top of the ridge, rose my M16 and starts gunning down approaching VC. Damn, they were fast, every time I shot one, another took his place in a matter of mili-seconds. As I Kept shooting mortars started going off around me, I took over behind the sandbag wall as fast as I could. I felt as searing pain in my right shoulder and right thigh, I had shrapnel wedged into both my shoulder and my thigh. I winced as i went into a crouching position and kept shooting at the VC, They were almost on top of me. Where the hell was Beckett? A VC came over the wall and slammed the butt of his AK into my right shoulder, I crumpled to the ground, even with my adrenaline the pain was unbearable. Blood coating my face and uniform as the VC went limp and fell on top of me. I laid there, motionless as more and more VC came over the wall, I do not know how long it was but the fighting had stopped. The body was pulled off of me and a Russian stood over me with twelve VC and Russian commandos. So it was true, they were working together. The Russian grabbed me and pulled me up.
"We got ourselves a live one boys!"
He said in English so I could understand.
"Get him back to camp."
He looked at me with a bent and crooked smile, almost all his teeth were gone and his breathe smelt like cigars and vodka.
"Have at interrogation."
My whole body went cold, I heard stories about VC interrogations and they get results from it. I started using all my strength to fight back. I would not go, I did not want to, I can`t let this happen to me. The shrapnel in my shoulder and thigh was preventing me from doing jack shit, it was no use. I was going anyway and there was nothing I could do about it.