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MA5C
Posted By: Uberste<cheater@breathe.com>
Date: 6 August 2008, 3:46 pm


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MA5C

And here we are.

Boot camp a thing of the past.

The Pelican door has shut.

He clutches his Assault rifle to his chest.

His friend.

His brother.

Their nightmare.

This war has taught him many things,

All death is certain.

He wants his with an assault rifle in his hands.

"ETA 5 miniutes Get tactical marines!!"

He checks all of his gear .

What is going through his head???

Images of friends...

Of family?

No.

He has no friends. No family.

Just his Assault rifle.

"Touch down hit it marines"

The door opens.

He charges from his seat

His Assault rifle primed and aimed down range of the beautiful beach he now looks apon

Down towards the covenant hoards.

He runs ahead of his squad

And pulls the trigger

His friend.

His brother

Their nightmare

His bullets sang as they flew to their target.

A brute Whom stands 2 meters taller and out weighs him by a full ton.

All are equal in battle

It all depends on who has the bigger gun.

This is his assault rifle, to him it is the biggest gun.

He is invincible

At that moment

Spikes 5 of them lodge themselves in his right leg

He continues firing

A final spike punches its way through his skull

On that day

He died

With his assault rifle

Clutched to his chest

His friend.

His brother

Their nightmare.





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