July 5th, 2018
Baghran City, Helmand Province, Afghanistan
0600 Hours

Eight M1151 Armament Carriers patrolled the city of Baghran with unnerving ease. All the marines inside these M1151's were as quiet as can be, each worried about their safety, as each day being in Baghran was becoming more and more dangerous, Marine and Civilian alike. Lance Corporal Rheese was the first one to speak, an attempt to Make his fellow Marines a bit more at ease.

"So, Sergeant Major, How're The Kids?" Rheese Whispered.

"Lance Corporal, What the Fuck do you want?" The Sergeant Major said, obviously annoyed.

"Nothin', Sergeant Major.. Just Tryna' Lighten up the mood."

"The Mood might be a bit lighter if we didn't have our air support cut off. We've got rebels on our ass twenty-four fucking seven in this shithole of a city. Doesn't help that the civvies here either throw rocks at us, or scout ahead for the damn rebels." McIntyre whined.

"Ah' hear you on that, Sergeant major, but we can't always be grumpy. Baghran is pretty much just dirt and rocks, we might as well make the most of it."

"Be quiet and I won't be grumpy, Lance Corporal."

Deciding this was going nowhere, Rheese stopped talking and decided to be quiet for the rest of the city patrol.
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July 5th, 2018
Baghran City, Helmand Province, Afghanistan
0800 Hours

Hours had passed, Rheese attempted to start up a game of I-spy, but the idea was quickly shot down by McIntyre. Deciding the ride was getting too boring, Rheese started up another conversation, in hopes McIntyre would actually talk with him for once.

"Sergeant Major, Dont'cha Ever Get Tired Of Being a Stick In Th' Mud?" Rheese asked, questioning the sergeant.

"I don't, And I never will, Lance Corporal. I don't wanna end up like poor bastards At Kajaki. Sometimes being mean keeps you alive." McIntyre winced as he reminded himself of the accident at Kajaki. The rebels released some sort of Nerve gas that killed most of the Marines stationed there, skin was seared down to the flesh, needed dental records to identify most of them. McIntyre knew the price for war, it was heavy, good and bad men would die, nothing could ever change that. But seeing the seared and burnt faces of the men he called fellow marines and brothers took a heavy toll on all those who were spared in the Kajaki attack, none would be the same after seeing something like that.

"A-All Right, But please don't remind me of Kajaki, Sergeant Major. I don't wanna remember the looks on their fac-" Rheese's sentence abruptly stopped as he heard an explosion ripple through the convoy, and the M1151 In front of him come to an abrupt stop. He saw marines rush out of the M1151's, however, the young Lance Corporal was paralyzed in shock and fear, not bothering to get out of the vehicle.

"LANCE CORPORAL, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE FUCKING TRUCK!" McIntyre yelled. Seeing as the Lance Corporal wasn't getting out anytime soon, McIntyre rushed to the M1151, Attempting to drag the young Lance Corporal from the vehicle.

"GET YOUR ASS OUTTA THERE, RHEESE!" McIntryre Screamed, Dragging The Lance Corporal Out. Believing Rheese was okay, He
dragged him behind the wall of a ruined house.

"Heh.. McIntyre, You're a funny fella. Hatin' me one second, Savin' me the next.." Rheese Said, Coughing up a bit of blood.

"You'll be okay, you hear me?" McIntyre Said, Calmly.

"Be Fine my ass, McIntyre. I've probably got shrapnel five fuckin' inches up my asshole."

"Shut the Fuck up, Rheese. I'm going to support the Marines outside, just stay here, You got me?"

"I'm green, McIntyre."

In a matter of seconds, McIntyre ran out the door with his standard-Issue M240B and rained down hell on the opposing rebels. Marines outside of the ruined house were dropping Left and right, more were wounded, but they still fought. Seeing they weren't going to last long, He Ordered the rest of the Marines to disperse into the buildings and take cover.

"GET YOUR ASSES INTO THE HOUSES, PROTECT THE WOUNDED!" McIntyre Commanded.

"RADIO SOME FUCKING AIR SUPPORT, WE AIN'T GONNA LAST LO-" That was the last thing McIntyre ever said on his terms. A rebel RPG blew up the M1151 next to McIntyre causing red-hot shrapnel to fly at him. All he saw was white. Nothing but blinding white and ringing in his ears.

Author's Note

My first attempt at writing a story, as well as a YHAY. Feel free to correct me on anything I get wrong, but I'll attempt to be as accurate as possible.

I hope y'all will enjoy the story, if so, enjoy the stay.

Side Note: This is McIntyre's Equipment Info. Kept everything as real as possible.

M240B Machine Gun

7.62x51mm NATO Rounds

ACOG Sight

Bipod

Beretta M9

9x19mm Parabellum Round

Improved Iron Sight

Laser Sight

M67 Fragmentation Grenade (Frag Or Fragmentation Grenade)

Milkor Multiple Grenade Launcher (Also known as MGL or M32)

40mm Explosive Rounds (Grenade Rounds)

AN/PVS-14 Monocular Night Vision

BHP (Ballistic Hearing Protection)

IMTV (Improved Modular Tactical Vest)

IFAK (Infantry First Aid Kit)

Motorola PRC-153 Radio