Location: Al-Tanf American Military Base (Douma District) located west of Al-Tanf border and in the Syrian desert.
Time: June 2017 - 11 AM.
[They're all shirtless because it's so hot, but have their pant cammies on, probably they are desert cammies]
Marine Legend for Current Marine Ranks in Thread
- PFC - Private First Class (Lowest Rank) E-2
- Lance Corporal - Second Lowest Rank E-3
- Corporal - Third lowest rank E-4
- Sergeant -Highest Rank E-5
DAY 2
I attended the morning brief but I couldn't remember a thing our Commanding Officer had said. My eyes followed the red pin that was stuck on our operation board indicating the position of the enemy had moved a couple of inches from where it was the previous day, but the rest of the information wasn't traveling into my brain this time around. I didn't want to be here. 96 hours ago I was in fucking Oahu.
Was I on Parameter today? I didn't want to ask to clarify or give away that I hadn't been listening. All I had to do was hurry up and wait...It's going to be over faster than it started. I'm here now. Remember Dad's motto -
More pain, more respect. I'm fucking Recon. I never missed a shot. I've fucking bled for this. I'm stronger this time. It's not going to be like last time.
No one is going to die this time...Good morning Sergeant Stein! Hey! Private First Class (PFC) Panzer waved at me. I realized then that I'd been staring at the open space ahead of me the entire time. We were at the "Chow Hall" underneath a tent that had no walls. I stared at the beads of sweat lining his upper lip, this day was hotter than the last and drier too. Every Marine was either shirtless or suicidal.
I guess I was both. Hey Sergeant Stein, you're not going to believe this. Panzer sits down opposite of me with his MRE (Meals Ready to Eat) in front of him. He was a short guy, about 5'1, we constantly bag on him about it, asking him if he lost his parents? He's from upstate New York, with a thick accent, extending vowels where they weren't needed. I think he's Irish and Puerto Rican or some shit, had dusty brown hair and looked like a mouse because his features were too big for his tiny ass head.
The things I do for the U.S of Fucking A.
Yeah? I asked, forcing down a piece of whatever the fuck was in this MRE that didn't seem edible. I coughed, reaching for my canteen.
There's a girl on base. Panzer says, eyes wide like fireworks on the Fourth of Ju-ly.
Just one He clarifies moments after.
So far He nods like an excited puppy who was about to get a snack.
I didn't believe it at first, Sergeant Stein. I thought for sure we weren't going to see another female until about another year almost, but just like that He snaps his fingers as Mackenzie sits beside him. Mackenzie was a black Lance Corporal, they were both my subordinates, he was a Jamaican from Miami, Florida. He's only been in for two years and this was his first deployment just like Panzer. Although, Panzer was fresh out of Boot Camp. Mackenzie moved to Brooklyn before joining, it reminded me of Ethan.
Rock, paper, scissor to decide who gets to fuck her first. Panzer says already having his hand in position for a rock, paper, scissor showdown.
First? Ohhh, you're talking about that Female marine we saw earlier? Mackenzie asks us both.
Female marines don't usually deploy. She had to be here to write or some shit, maybe she's writing a book about Combat. I remained silent for a moment, before speaking
Why would you want to fuck a female Marine anyway, PFC? I rose a brow, taking another chug of water but never losing eye contact with him. I just wanted to fuck with him, see how fast he'd conform. He was a shy kid, unusual for a New Yorker, but he had taken a liking towards me. Looked up to me, was my guess.
You're right, Sergeant Stein. I'm fucking gay. He bites on his lower lip to withhold from laughing, which looked swollen by the way, with how fucking big his lips were.
Not me, Sergeant. Since the day I was born I like-e the ladieees. You can ask my mom. Mackenzie says proudly, he had sunglasses on that he never takes off, and his accent was so thick you wouldn't believe he finished school in Miami. He said Miami was full of Jamaicans, I wouldn't know, I've never been there. I was born in Florida, and have gone past Miami and down to Key West, but I never actually stopped longer than to get gas.
The thing is, she had a big ass Sergeant. Panzer puts his two hands in front of him and squeezes some invisible ass cheeks.
So big it turned ol' dude straight, deadass. Mackenzie slaps the PFC's chest and starts cracking up. I couldn't help but crack a little smile too.