"Let's take the village head on! I want to ride in on the Hueys and take those VC fuckers straight from above."

From Create Your Own Story

"Sounds like a plan, Lieutenant. The choppers will drop your platoon straight into the village. I like it. We'll make sure the helicopters are geared up for you. Get your platoon ready, and head to the tarmac at 1200 hours. Dismissed." You nod and step back, don your helmet, and leave the tent. The morning sun had just become full over the hilly horizon. You think of your young platoon and the mission that awaits them.

You start towards the barracks, preparing your speech. As you walk, a flight of helicopters kicks up the red clay and thunders overhead towards some distant part of this God-forsaken country. You reach your platoon's barracks, a simple tent stocked with racks and shelves spilling with magazines and cassette tapes. Your platoon are mostly awake, putting on their fatigues or shaving in makeshift mirrors. Private First Class Donnolly, who is snacking on some jerky, notices your entry and calls, "Platoon, attention!"

You wave your hand, "At ease gentlemen. Battalion just gave us a mission. We're gonna pull an airborne assault on some gook supply village from the Hueys. We're moving out at 1200s hours. Get your shit together, and fall in outside the barracks in thirty minutes. We'll go over the gear you need then. Fall out."

Later, you think of what gear your men should bring on the assault.

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