I played this four times back to back last night (into the early AM), just enjoying the story! Who needs sleep anyway?!
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“Sorry, Ma’am,” the Private manages to say. “I didn’t expect it to be you.”
“We are a Raiders. We aren’t supposed to be expected.”
The range certainly isn’t much compared those you have practiced at back in the States; just a swath of beach and tree stumps that delineate the bounds.
Your men march toward the firing line,readily embrace the work. A glass of the range with your binoculars determines that all is ready to commence live-fire.
The splash is a distant sensation, scarcely registering over the hot pain. But then he sprinkles sulfa powder directly onto the wound and the urge to itch rises up. Relief come only when he wraps the sundered flesh with a stretch of firm white bandages.
The squat little vehicle roars down the trail and seems to bounce more than it rolls as the Orderly direct the Driver where to go.
The Colonel dismisses the Orderly back to post, all of ten feet away, and steps over to array of the maps.
“Precisely,” Edson says. “We can land men anywhere in the Solomons, but developing a naval base for scratch will take too long and besides, we want to kick the Japs out of their tidy quarters.”
“That’s because it has been,” Edson replies, “Your squad been chopped to me for this mission on account of your squad being the only one around with the needed salt to go with their vinegar.”
Your mission will be to ascertain the status of Sergeant Charlie Martin’s and, if need be, intercede. This mission will last until August 7th."
Lets move on: “There is a question of personal,” Edson explains. “You’ll want more than a blister mechanic when you are in country, so you’d best take a Corpsman along. That is if I can find one who isn’t already spoken for.”
You hurry back to the barracks and find the men sprawled on their bunks as they recover from the march. Even Baker is off his feet and out of his boondockers to massage gnarled toes But that lasts only until he notes your entrance and stands to attention. “Attention!” He calls out and the men scramble to their wear feet.
The silhouette of a deck guns jut out fore and aft of a thick black mast that thrusts up against the setting sun.
“Lieutenant Randel. And yes, the Captain would like see you as soon as possible. Head to torpedo forward and then ask up there,”
From deep in his rack, Private Landry coughs out in disbelief. Private Scott gives a an answering groan from below.
Near the end of the list the Lieutenant gives a strange little pause that you know all too well. When you pass over the slop bucket, he takes greets his breakfast once again.
“Merrik, do you understand why I hit you?”
FYI: Baker slapped him, not me.
“Dawn will coming on all too quick,” Brockman points out. “But we’ll get you ashore, nice and tidy. Trust me on that.”
Afterward, you and your men turn for what sleep they can grab. Near midnight you are wakened when the submarine dives once again.
At the bow Gerhard and Merrik walk together slow and steady in a deep conversation.
Break away from the others and head for Ransom should be Merrik and Gerhard.
You retrieve a life-line and uncoil it in your hand. The Nautilus pitches forward as the boat slices deep into the sea. seems to be missing something here…what happens with the life line, etc.) The rumble of the diesel engines suddenly cease and an eerie quiet falls throughout the steel halls. The rumble of an aircraft passes overhead. The hull suddenly shudders as an explosion churns the sea.
“Maybe,” Brockman says and then shrugs. “She’s riding high in the water. Holds are probably empty. If so, then I don’t understand is what she is doing way out here.”
What does that mean mean?
“You were witness to a great failure of either torpedo design or manufacture,” Brockman replies and pours you a cup of coffee.
Mbungana island is is close by, enough that you can see the white water foam atop the nearby beach.
The endless sea gives way to a pounding waves against a frothy reef as your little rubber boats head south toward Mbungana Island.
Ransom sweep the first hut. Holben limps over to the second. Jalisco covers them both in turn with his BAR.
Your Marines reflexively crouch down as step into the open.
A scent rolls toward you, heavy as a kitchen after a feast. The tang of oily soap is so strongly that you can almost taste it on your tongue.
“And I am Miss Hannah Ross,” she replies. “It is good to see you, despite the circumstances. How then, you must have questions.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Baker notes as he steps close. “But out mission hasn’t changed. We need to recover Sergeant Martin from this Ile Petite Fleur.”
“We’ll need a plan, a good one,” Baker notes. "We’ve got to get Sergeant Martin out without having to fight thousands of Japs just across the waves won’t be easy.
