“I’d never experienced racism until I got into the Corps,” said Lance Corporal Lawton Sails. Aged twenty, he stood at 5’9”, possessed walnut colored skin and a regulation fade. He hailed from Wilmington, Delaware. He withdrew some of the game controllers for the video game console in the barracks room.
She possessed enough breaths to cry out in a fragile, small voice. “Take my rifle and my boots. Make a battlefield cross with a picture of my parents and my two boys and Jameel.” She tried to breathe. Every ounce of life that she had left focused on getting those last gasps of air into her failing lungs. She was a steam engine running low on fuel. Dangerously low. She brought up a few more words to instruct Staff Sergeant Melody Grohl. Her superior wasn’t having it.
World War One is a period of time that doesn't receive a lot of attention in the movie industry. Maybe it is because the powers that be got involved for less-than-noble reasons, so it wouldn't seem right to try and make a film on the matter. But for the hundreds of thousands of everyman soldiers that thought and died in battle, this was just them following orders, even if they didn't always agree with them.
Glasses with liquid gold that bubbled up to the surface stood on the table. Two steaming plates with duck and truffles permitted the party of two to partake in the luxuries of being president and the top Marine general as Chairwoman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
They trudged through the sand with heavy packs. Across the battlefield, the Marines kept morale by remaining motivated. This was their last hump before returning to the United States from Iran. Platoon Commander First Lieutenant Garrison Safer ensured that his men and women would make it to their next objective. Like a rolling tank covering the land, these Devil Dogs kept in rhythm. Safer drove the troops with a fervor that powered their minds.
"Any questions gentlemen?...............then that will be all, good luck out there and I will see you when you get back." At the very back of the 'Operations' tent Corporal Andy Luckhurst of 45 Commando Royal Marines, looked deep in thought as he snapped his note book shut and slid it into the map pocket of his combat trousers. Andy had only arrived in Kuwait just two days before due to him being on a training course, his unit had deployed to the desert ahead of him. He was already lucky enough to be nominated as the commander of the lead vehicle in a logistics convoy. Its purpose to resupply a forward base just established across the border in Iraq, it was once an Iraqi Air Force base now in control of the British forces. Andy turned towards his good friend Corporal David McLennon "So what do you think Dave?" he asked "About our resort? I mean the food is not too bad but the entertainment really sucks." Dave said with his big friendly grin. "You know what I mean!" replied Andy trying not to encourage him, "Well, I got to be honest, I am not too crazy about going without armour, I mean every convoy I have seen as had the escort of armoured fighting vehicles or at least a bigger protection force." Andy paused for a moment before responding "Yeah well they weren't Royal Marines." they both smiled at each other before turning and leaving the tent and headed off to brief the rest of their guys.
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“Yes, so it was an IED. A flying piece of shrapnel sliced right through my trigger finger, my forefinger. It was barely hanging on and I kind of just propped it into an upright position.”
“Your deal, Mish’. You’ve got the most stars in this room as a general. Either we broker a deal at this table or capitulate to Iran at a round of negotiations,” Admiral Danford said.