USCMRPG

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Before Dirk could react to Morse's RPG he fired. Dirk watched with a detached amazement as the RPG hurtled toward the creature. "Son of a bitch. He said a moment before the explosion. One moment he was facing the creature, pulse rifle ready to fire at the slightest movement, the next moment, the gro...

Dirk scanned the area around his squad as he listened to the serpent and lieutenant discuss the plan of action. He wasn't sure what was going on but he could tell the Seargent didn't like it. At last he got the orders to get moving. They were out in the open, exposed and it didn't set well with him....

It's good. Could be a bit quicker, but it's not too bad.

Dirk turned to answer Morse's comment, but before he could he felt a shutter in the ground under his boots. Like when you are standing by a road and a large truck went by. No sound, but the vibration was there none the less. "LT, this is Pitt. There's something out here. Something big. Recommend the...

"Saw somethin' movin'." Morse tapped on his eyepiece that ran through the M56 Smartgun advanced targeting. "N' the shredder twitched." He mentioned that the automated motion feature had shifted the weapon. It was a lie, but he could rapidly convince himself that it wasn't, and to the others it was ...

Dirk quickly moved second squad into position past first squad, scanning the distance as he went. Hitting the distance ordered he took a knee, aiming his M41A down range ready for any sign of trouble. Hearing Morse speak about having a bad feeling all Dirk's senses went into overdrive. He didn't tru...

Ummmmmm.... Thanks a lot everyone!

But my birthday is in April!

I know how that is. But I'll still be great to have you back.

Dirk heard Morse speak and turned to see the smiling face of his former Seargent. It had been many years sense he had seen the man. When Dirk was a fresh faced young Marine smartgunner not sure of what combat was like or the things that were really out there. The first thing he noticed was that the ...

Wrinkling her nose as Dirk's cigarette smoke wafted over to her, Sam frowned as she looked over at the veteran NCO and only half-jokingly said; "You know Sarge; if you'd just give that disgusting habit up you'd be just about the PERFECT man.....but Nooooooo"; she smiled at him, but made sure to mov...

The dreams. That was what Dirk always hated the most about the deep sleep of transport. The men and women he had lost over his years were carved into his arm, but ther were cut into his mind even deeper. Both leaving their scars. One moment he would be on his boat off shore of Hawaii, the next in an...

No way! It needs to be Lt. Morse!

I'm back.. Ready to go.

Dirk heard the cold, lifeless voice issue it's warning about the hanger doors. "Son of a bitch." He said to himself as his mind started to quickly come up with ideas to keep his men alive and then discard them one by one. They had to get past the enemy, and fast. If not they would die the second the...