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| All Combat! Names and indicia are licensed to: ABC entertainment company, and Selmur Productions… I think COMBAT! Copyright, August 9, 2004, Jessica A. Worley White Rook Guns blazed, Tempers raged, And again they’d found themselves outgunned. The Krauts were crowding in, They fired quicker in hopes they’d win, Sergeant Brooks hoped this wouldn’t be the last battle he won. He threw a grenade but for all the little good it did, The man knew now it would have been better to have hid, The krauts had nearly done them in, The veterans wounded or gone, dead, Leaving him with a bunch of fresh kids. The BAR’d been shot to hell, And the men to operate it disappeared, He thought he heard the rumble of tanks in the distance, But not theirs he feared. A shot zinged past and nicked his ear, Blood streamed down his face, Oh please don’t let this be the end he prayed, Please let me be wrong about those tanks, Yes, let that be the case. The medic rushed past in his hurry to pull a wounded man to safety, A young man fell on his left, And surprised the Sergeant as he got back up, And picked up his gun, ready to fight again, If they hadn’t been in so much trouble now, He might have grinned. They ducked as a fresh wave of fire came in, Pinning them down behind their logs or trees, “Oh come on damn it!” the Sergeant shouted, Before in his chest a bullet seized. He keeled over backwards, But found himself undaunted, It wasn’t a bad wound he knew, And if he failed his men he knew he’d be haunted. He pulled himself up, And then ducked once more, This was a bad battle, That was for sure. “I’m out of ammo!” a shout rang from his left, “Me too!” from his right. “Sarge! What do we do!?” came a frantic yell, He ducked again, as a bullet came flying by, From the minions he thought from hell. He stuck his head above the log once more, Firing his own rifle, And realized to late, That he himself was out of ammo. This is it, he thought to himself, We’ve used the ammo we have, We used the ammo from the fallen, We’ve used the ammo from the dead, “Only a miracle can save us now,” quietly he said. And then, music to his ears. Fire from behind, and not any fire, Their fire. The Calvary was here. Sergeant Brooks looked behind him, And knew instantly who it was, As a blond hair blue-eyed Sergeant jumped and landed beside him. White Rook was here. “Glad to see you Saunders!” Brooks shouted over the noise, “Thought you could use a hand!” Saunders told him, Smiling as he fired his gun making their own noise. Saunders threw Brooks a clip, And together they kept fighting, 1st and third squad of 2nd platoon King Company were there, Of the Krauts, further, un-inviting. This party was over, And for that they were all glad, As the Krauts fell to the ground, They’d once again won they’d found. Saunders’ medic rushed over to look at Brooks’ wound, And he waved him away, “Look at the other’s first,” he told him, “For two of them it’s their first day.” Saunders nodded, and the medic ran off, Their first day shouldn’t be their last he knew, And that being the end, the battle was finally through. On the way back they mourned third’s losses, And halfway there, Saunders radioed in, “Checkmate King Two, this is White Rook, over,” “Checkmate King Two here, go ahead.” “We’ve got wounded, do you think you could send a couple of trucks?” “Sorry Sergeant, none left here… good luck.” Saunders nodded, “White Rook out.” White Rook carried the wounded home with the rest of third squad, And in the end they all did jump and play, for having survived such a battle. Brooks made sure to thank Sergeant Saunders, Because it wasn’t the first time his squad had come, And White Rook had saved the day. |