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Marine Corps Stories: White Star Cluster
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.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeEmpty Sands
"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.
David WoodheadPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Middle Finger
“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.”
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corp Stories: Altering Minds
“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.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: The Psychological Aspect
Generals and admirals from the other branches of the United States Armed Forces convened. The space remained ornate with a vaulted roof and sculptures of past war heroes of American history. A One-way bullet and bomb-proof window about the size of a car's rear window completed the space. Marine General Misha Wainwright sat among the other heads of the military. One person who was not in the room was the president of the United States.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Breaking the Melancholy
“He’s eating yogurt,” Corporal Phillip Husser said. “So?” asked Lance Corporal Derek Fanty. “With chopsticks,” Husser said.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Zeroed In
“I was in the thick of the thick,” Major Gallaudet Hoops said. “As a platoon commander with the choo choo tracks on my collar points then, I lead those Marines to victory and I’m proud of that. What I did there, no, what we did there is nothing short of just getting the job done.”
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: In Agreement
A motorcade ambled down the road. Marine General Misha Wainwright, Lieutenant General Tasha Spraic, and Major General Paul Brandt looked pensive. Misha flicked some Irish pennants from her sleeve. Tasha tapped away at her mobile device. Brandt studied the notes from the recent bombing of Iran.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: The Might
The beauty of the marriage between rifleman and rifle still intrigued Sergeant Lionel Hanes. He cleaned his rifle regularly with as much care and precision as washing an infant. As an infantry Marine, he became adjusted to the devastation in Iran. He and his fellow Grunt Devil Dogs observed the massive destruction of the bombings.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: To the Platoon Commanders
“What the Americans fail to understand is that they have already lost.” Marine intelligence officer Major Dunbar “Shield” O’Dell listened in on the Saudi telephone conversation.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Their Next Excursion
First Sergeant Beck Singles paced the room. He stood at about 5’9” and made every move precise. His teak-colored face, shaven, and regulation fade and pressed cammies all projected his well-kept manner. His rank insignia sat expertly on his collar points. He looked over the gear of his junior Marines.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Saber Noise
The funeral followed the day after the strike. Iranian top commander Lieutenant General Aqib Abdallah fell from a blast sent by the United States. The news of this killing rocketed around the world as Iran foamed at the mouth for more war against the US. The Marines remained in various stages of emotion.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in Serve