Charlie Six
"Contacts at our 12 three and seven o'clock!" Shouted one of the other soldiers. Another shouted "Were sitting here getting fucked! Wheres our air support!?...Kurtz get on the radio and get them the fuck over here!!" I dropped my rifle to my side climbing back into the chopper dodging the gunfire as best possible. Shots ringing against the hull of the helicopter as they spit and ricoshayed off in all dirrections.
I grabbed the talkie and flipped on the transmitter, yelling over the gunfire, noise and explosions some distance away "This is Charlie Six requesting immediate air-support, our chopper is down, i repeat; our chopper is down! Where taking heavy enemy fire from all directions! Over!" i let off the button practically pressing my head against the receiver to hear anything, base responded "Charlie six all air-support is pre-occupied, next possible support will be online in ten mikes, stay put" i ducked quickly avoiding a hail of bullets "We'll be dead in three!!"
There was no response and i swore to myself hating the answer i was given. I proceded back out of the chopper and ran up to my C.O taking cover behind some debris from our hard landing "Sir! Command wont send support for another ten minutes!" he looked at me like i had just told him a bad joke "Are you fucking serious!?" He yelled in anger and disbeleif, at the same time shot down two other contacts. I myself engaged the other contacts laying them down with the roar from my assault rifle. I took cover to reload my weapon, bullets peppering the cover i occupied.
I scanned the area and looked over at Privite stant. Standing up from his cover firing his weapon, someone got a bead on him and put two in his head one in his neck. When i finally realized what happed, he was dead on the ground bleeding from multiple wounds..i starred at his body wishing he would get up, but he never would again. I shouted "We've got a man down!" to the others, shortly after two more were dead, eatin' up by the enemies lead, this fire fight was going to shit faster then expected.
I ran back into the helicopter to the radio, trying to call up command but with all efforts there was no response. I took cover in the chopper firing my weapon at the targets, killing three, four, now six. Reloading my weapon i heard screams and yells, shuffling off feet and thrown punches the enemy was up close and personal now, srgt. Deem found this out the hard way, fighting to the death with another dragon. In the end Deem found himself on his back, knife sticking out of his now bloody chest flailing around some and slowly dieing I gunned down the bastard fuck. Pain shot through my left shoulder as a bullet passed clean through it, a round pierced my right leg burrowing into my shin. I roared with pain, smelling my own burning flesh made me un-easy.
Our position was being overrun and i was out of ammunition, the enemy advanced and i hid the best i could, i bandaged my wounds with pieces of my own uniform and hoped for some fucking miracle that might save the day and the rest of us...But i lost hope as soon as the butt of a rifle bludgened me in the head, rendering me unconcious and in the enemies clutches..