desperado1089
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(OOC: If anyone would like clarification on any of the acronyms or jargon I will be using here, feel free to PM me.)
You know those beautiful, sunny days that just go straight to hell in a hand-basket? First Lieutenant Sean Fisher, US Army, 101st Airborne Division, woke up to such a day in late December. He and a select few of his unit--all medics--had been tapped to augment the medical capabilities of Joint Region Marianas, the US military's presence on the warm tropical island of Guam. Apparently, the base was normally home to sailors and US Air Force personnel, but it seems even flyboys and squids need help every now and then. They had had a string of bad accidents lately, and while nobody had been hurt seriously, the Joint Chiefs had seen to it personally that it stayed that way.
Lieutenant Fisher, of course, saw this as an opportunity to finally tell Lily how he felt. A woman his age had been the object of his affections for years now, first when she came crashing into his life in their last year of college, then OCS, and now they're in the same unit in the 101st. He and Lieutenant Lily Harper were fast friends from the start--but that's all they had been, despite the frequent sexually-charged banter they always seemed to fire at each other.
Anyway, Lt. Fisher had gone out on his usual morning run, and had reached about the halfway point when his phone sounded an alert. He skidded to a stop and pulled up the message. "Medical Emergency. Generator critical failure. All medical personnel to the scene immediately. Sector Two-Alpha." Then a text: "Fisher, a runner will RV with you at RP Bravo. -Petty Officer Johnson". He glanced up at the surrounding area, and realized the Rally Point was only a hundred yards back the way he came. Jogging towards it, the engine of an ATV could be heard revving in the distance. He waited for it to stop, before climbing on back behind the Seabee driving it. He couldn't help but let out a small "Whoo-hoo!" as it sped back towards the base.
About five minutes later, he had his medical supplies all strapped up and was rushing towards the damaged generator. Just when he was mentally triaging the victims, figuring out which one needed his help the most, the backup generator, which was next to the destroyed main generator, started whining and he knew an explosion was imminent. "COVER!" he shouted, taking the time to register that Lt. Harper had heard his warning and covered her patient with her body.
BOOM!
As he shook the ringing from his ears, he looked around, and noticed that nobody was the worse for wear. Except for his ginger-haired friend. As more medical personnel came streaming in, he jogged up to her, noticed a piece of shrapnel sticking out of the back of her pants, and he had to stifle a laugh. It seems they were continuing the Easy Company tradition of being wounded in the ass; their unit could trace its origins back to the company immortalized in the HBO miniseries "Band of Brothers."
"Now, what's a nice girl like you doing with that thing in your ass, there?" he said.
You know those beautiful, sunny days that just go straight to hell in a hand-basket? First Lieutenant Sean Fisher, US Army, 101st Airborne Division, woke up to such a day in late December. He and a select few of his unit--all medics--had been tapped to augment the medical capabilities of Joint Region Marianas, the US military's presence on the warm tropical island of Guam. Apparently, the base was normally home to sailors and US Air Force personnel, but it seems even flyboys and squids need help every now and then. They had had a string of bad accidents lately, and while nobody had been hurt seriously, the Joint Chiefs had seen to it personally that it stayed that way.
Lieutenant Fisher, of course, saw this as an opportunity to finally tell Lily how he felt. A woman his age had been the object of his affections for years now, first when she came crashing into his life in their last year of college, then OCS, and now they're in the same unit in the 101st. He and Lieutenant Lily Harper were fast friends from the start--but that's all they had been, despite the frequent sexually-charged banter they always seemed to fire at each other.
Anyway, Lt. Fisher had gone out on his usual morning run, and had reached about the halfway point when his phone sounded an alert. He skidded to a stop and pulled up the message. "Medical Emergency. Generator critical failure. All medical personnel to the scene immediately. Sector Two-Alpha." Then a text: "Fisher, a runner will RV with you at RP Bravo. -Petty Officer Johnson". He glanced up at the surrounding area, and realized the Rally Point was only a hundred yards back the way he came. Jogging towards it, the engine of an ATV could be heard revving in the distance. He waited for it to stop, before climbing on back behind the Seabee driving it. He couldn't help but let out a small "Whoo-hoo!" as it sped back towards the base.
About five minutes later, he had his medical supplies all strapped up and was rushing towards the damaged generator. Just when he was mentally triaging the victims, figuring out which one needed his help the most, the backup generator, which was next to the destroyed main generator, started whining and he knew an explosion was imminent. "COVER!" he shouted, taking the time to register that Lt. Harper had heard his warning and covered her patient with her body.
BOOM!
As he shook the ringing from his ears, he looked around, and noticed that nobody was the worse for wear. Except for his ginger-haired friend. As more medical personnel came streaming in, he jogged up to her, noticed a piece of shrapnel sticking out of the back of her pants, and he had to stifle a laugh. It seems they were continuing the Easy Company tradition of being wounded in the ass; their unit could trace its origins back to the company immortalized in the HBO miniseries "Band of Brothers."
"Now, what's a nice girl like you doing with that thing in your ass, there?" he said.
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