Commander Jarhead's Journal, 011301, 1000 hours:
Okay, add one more, Private C533#2 (Yes, SIR!) into the firefight,
gonna let him bask in the heat of the firefight, loose a few
pounds of moisture, and hopefully meritoriously promote him
clear to Corporal C800o/c if he can handle the Fog of War.
Got his twin brother, but we had to hold at him at HQ, he
forgot his main weapon, the power cord. Maybe I'll have
to have him run clear back to the Fry's supply depot as
a punishment for his poor memory. He will be in the thick
of it by noon tomorrow, regardless, even if he has to build
his weapon from scratch.
The rest of the troops are proving themselves in battle, Pvt C533#1
is starting to challenge Cpl C550o/c and LCpl 450o/c in front of the
troops, may have to promote him soon. Caught the troops late last night,
out cow tipping over in Axis territory, in the DPC quadrant. Had to tell
them to quit horsing around and get back to their tents and get
some shut eye before the crack of dawn. I don't know if I am hearing
things or not these days, but I'd swear I heard new bells all over
the DPC quadrant, or at least in the area our troops were horsing
around. You'd figure the enemy would have learned by now, it is
like one of those Admin Captains who come out for a few days to
get some salad (ribbons) for their uniforms, and has his brand new
shinny silver Captain bars stuck in the front of his helment or on
his collar. They need to do a better job training those Naval Academy
graduates, or at least hook them up with a Mustang like myself!
Been getting letters from some officer's brat who isn't even 18
yet, Civilian P266, who keeps on clamoring for his Dad to sign
the consent papers, and today I got a letter from his little
brother, Civilian 5X86-P75-133 who swears he is going to run away
from home, buy all his equipment at the Goodwill and the Army-Navy
Surplus Store, saying he is gonna be a legend, and show up and
kick some DPC, whether the Corps is there or not. We will see,
I like his attitude.
Jarhead Fireteam #1
Cpl C550o/c
LCpl C450o/c
PFC C533 #1
PFC C533 #2
Pvt K6-3 333
PFC C533 #3 (busy out behind the Company Commanders tent doing
Bends-and-Thrust in his Alphas, in the mud!)
Shoot! We need an Old-Salt Sgt. to keep the troops squared
away and the equipment ship-shape. Will have to send a token
back to that Sgt. at the Depot who sent those high-tech
wizbangs...the Warplink! Never thought I'd see the day
that we'd actually have neural networks in the field!
Wonder if I can pull enough strings to get
Sgt. Athlon1050o/c from Company A. He'd square
things away here in a hurry, heard he could darn near
run a whole company by himself.
Turned away a real dirt bag who is a embarrassment to
the Nation, 1stLT. Pentium4-1.4. I almost shot him
myself, but he is not worth the bullet.
Can't wait to smell the scent of plastic explosives and
gunpowder at the crack of dawn...
Out.