The Veteran
0630 formation: this is the one we all have been waiting for. Rumor has it that the commander is going to send a squad into action. We were all hungry for battle and are prepared for anything. The entire platoon stayed up all night talking about getting a taste of combat and putting wagers on what squad would be the lucky 12. Well, in about 30 minutes we would find out who the so called "lucky 12" will be. The platoon gathers in formation and roll call is announced. All are present. The first sergeant announces that the Commander, John P. Wilson, would like to see Bravo squad. Bravo squad, that's my guys, and we know what it is that he wants to see us about, at least we hope. After formation we marched over to see the commander. The laughing and joking had all come to a stop as we approached his tent. Commander John P. Wilson was a well-decorated war hero, and his appearance was that of the war heroes we read about or watch on TV. He was about 6 foot 3 inches tall and his stature appeared to be chiseled from granite. We knew little about him other than he was a hard ass and loved to command in battle. "Bravo squad reporting as requested sir," I shouted out. "At ease soldier," he replied, as he shot his eyes at me like a ha
I stepped out of the tent and observed the most uncertain and anxious group of guys I have ever seen. The grass is tall enough that I think I'm well covered. I have trained 4 years for this moment. I experienced it, as you read in the above story, and I'm glad that it was only a training exercise for me. Their position is just as I had pictured it. Because we are so close, we will slow down and stick to being as out of site as we possibly can. I have decided to lay here on the side of this levy. I'm not saying that all veterans have been through John P. Will they shoot me, will it hurt, or will I be tortured? Before I can make a move, shadows appear on the side of me. The time is now 0830, and we are at the halfway point. After the briefing I return to my squad and they are all but ready to explode with anxiety. I lay about 10 feet down the side of the levy, positioned on my back, head up toward the top of the levy and feet facing down the levy. At 0600, we start through the woods.
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