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Post  Michael Garber on Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:06 am

Date: June 16th, 2011
Time: 1400
Location: Camp Basilone, Brazil

It was the early afternoon in the northern half of Brazil, where Camp Basilone had been hastily erected by a Marine Engineer unit. The base was situated on an old abandoned airfield and all structures were built around the airfield itself. Marines walked from place to place, their sleeves rolled up and many carrying CamelBak hydration systems on their backs. Most Marines wore boonie covers as opposed to their standard kevlar helmets and some of the Marines were sweating profusely.

The sound of KC-130s quickly approaching grabbed the attention of anyone with a clear line of sight on the airfield. The first plane touched down on the concrete runway and slowed to taxing speed, finally coming to a halt off to the side. The aft ramp lowered and the Marines of Hotel Company poured out into the blinding sunlight.

Lieutenant Michael Garber squinted and adorned sunglasses to help shield his eyes from the brightness. He heard many of the Marines groan and complain behind him, namely Corporal Patterson, as Michael began to sweat from the intense heat and humidity. A Sergeant Major trudged across the runway and approached the lieutenant.

"Good afternoon, sir," the Sergeant Major greeted, his eight-point cover placed over his eyes to block out the sun. "Your battalion will be briefed at the tent across the runway. I'd double time over there, sir." The words sounded more like an order than a suggestion, but Michael didn't mind it. He nodded and thanked the Staff NCO, then waved for his Marines to follow.

The Marines traveled across the runway, avoiding getting run over by C-130s and made it under the safety and shade of the tent. Several portable fans ran, the cool air blowing against the Marines. No one said anything as they joined the ever growing formation of Marines inside the tent. Within less than fifteen minutes the entire battalion had formed, aside from the Command Staff. The lieutenant looked around and counted the Marines of his platoon and awaited for the briefing to begin.

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Post  Michael Hobbar on Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:18 am

As the aircraft landed and taxied down the runway to a position to unload its cargo, Michael sat patiently waiting. He was already starting to sweat, his uniform, especially his skivvies began to stick to his body. It wasn't all that hot, probably only 76 degrees Fahrenheit but it was really...really fucking humid. Michael stepped off the C-130 and immediately the sun shone brightly into his eyes. He slipped his Oakleys and continued down the tarmac towards the briefing area at a tent. Michael staged his gear neatly by the entrance and instructed his platoon to do the same.

The Marines obliged and soon enough there were near columns and rows with seabags, main and assault packs. Michael walked into the tent, first thing he noticed: cool AC cooling his body down. He was still a bit sticky, but better being cool than hot and sticky. Michael moved to the side of the room and greeted the other SNCOs of his Battalion, he stayed away from the lower enlisted and junior NCOs, didn't quite want to deal with anything at the moment. "So," Michael said to a Gunnery Sergeant standing next to him, "Paper Angel? Who's the fucker who named it that pansyass name?"

The Gunny laughed, "I did..." he said quickly with a serious face. He chuckled and admitted, "Just kiddin'. Probably some faggot Pouge..."

Michael grinned, "Oh you know it Gunny."

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Re: In-Country

Post  Joshua Kennedy on Mon Aug 09, 2010 12:00 pm

The C-130 finally landed, it's aft ramp lowering as if to show the way. Kennedy decided that this was a better oppertunity than any to get used to the humidity of Brazil, and stepped off the C-130 with the rest of the Marines. Immediatley the bright Brazilian sun shone in his eyes. He squinted and covered his eyes with his hand, managing a groan (which was, more or less, his way of griping). Instinctivley Kennedy followed the Marines in his company to the tent they were designated.

While in the tent Joshua noticed that there was AC. He moved away from the entrance to let the others in, while relaxing under the cool breeze. Now all that needed to happen was for the Marines to be briefed on the situation. Until then Operation fuck-up-the-Brazilian-terrorists had not yet started.
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Re: In-Country

Post  William Siegfried on Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:44 pm

William had been sleeping the while they were headed towards SA. He didn't have anything else to do, since it was usually quiet on the way there like most times. He kept tossing and turning trying his best to get comfy, even though he knew it was hard. His neck was sore due to sleeping with his head pointed down towards his legs while he slept crossed armed. While he slept he kept having dreams of his times in Iraq and Afgan. It was something, started a good bit of nightmares on the way there. William always had those nightmares before going on tour, guess it was just something he had gotten used to, since he didn't let him bother him, and they were only dreams nothing more nothing less.

As the plane landed, William awoke to the lound sound of the planes bay doors opening. William groaned as the light began to fill his eyes. He didn't want to get up, but he had to. He had to fight a war now, nothing less, and nothing more or so he thought. As he began to make his way towards the exit he noticed Patterson complaining, which was usual. William laughed at that while shaking his head. Each step he took he noticed each Marine was sweeting like an ox. William wasn't for some weird reason. William just shruged it off, because he knew he would soon enough. As he made his way towards the exit he saw the Lt talking to a Sergeant Major. William could tell by the SNCO's tone he was more giving the LT an order than anything else. William just looked at the Lt to see his reaction, but nothing. William shruged then followed after his CO and the rest of the other Marines flooding out of the plane.

Within a short few minutes William arrived in the tent to be given their orders and a briefing. William was standing next to Patterson so there was bound to be a few laughs after the briefing. "Fuck its hot out here, hey Patterson?" William pointed out as he noticed he was starting to sweet.
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Re: In-Country

Post  Matthew Walker on Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:41 am

Donning a pair of sun gigs, Walker walked out of the KC-130 in to a literal wall of heat. He had expected as much, and despite the frigid conditions in the plane in the air he had taken off several layers as they approached Brazil.

He whistled loudly, before calling out. "Fifth squad, dismount and round up!" Grabbing his pack, he climbed out, moving so that the fuselage of the aircraft provided some shade. He gave the squad a few moments to assemble, before doing a quick headcount. All present, good. It wouldn't look good if he had let a few of his soldiers drop out of the Herc.

"Okay Aces, we're going for a briefing now. Follow First Platoon, let's go, Marines!" Swinging his pack over his shoulder, and cradling his M16 in his arms, he led the squad through the muggy Brazilian heat, already starting to hate this country.
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Re: In-Country

Post  Michael Garber on Fri Aug 13, 2010 2:56 am

The Marines of the battalion slowly piped down as the hulking figure of Sergeant Major Steele, a "dark green" Marine stepped up onto the stage set up at the end of the tent. He turned his body in a crisp, uniform manner, toward the audience and took in a deep breath before shouting "TEN-HUT."

Every Marine in the room snapped to attention, silencing all chit-chat that may have lingered across the room and the platoons. All eyes focused on the steely glare of the Sergeant Major, whose name lived up to his appearance. He was bulky and well-built, his sleeves rolled up to show his broad arm and bicep muscles. His face was of grim seriousness and it looked like he could tear the head off of one of, if not all of, the officers in the room. He held his eight-point cover in his left hand, exposing his shaven head in the light that pierced through the fabric of the tent.

Climbing up the steps of the stage was a man toting the perched eagle of a Colonel. The Sergeant Major took a single step to the side and grabbed a microphone, practically shoving it in front of the full bird without so much as giving him a second glance. The Colonel merely smiled and took the microphone off of its stand and stepped away from it, preferring to be lively and walk around a bit. He obviously believed lots of movement would maintain the attention of the onlooking battalion a lot better than standing stationary with a microphone in hand.

"Good afternoon, Marines," he began, then said, "welcome to paradise." Some of the Marines chuckled and the Sergeant Major shot those men an evil glare that could stop a rhino in its tracks. The Colonel noticed this and immediately called everyone to rest. "You may be wondering what you're doing in this God forsaken heat when you could be back at home with your wives, girlfriends, sisters, or whomever it is you'd like to be with at this moment."

There was no response from the crowd. All eyes were on the officer and he smiled sincerely, taking a breath before continuing. "You are now a part of Operation: PAPER ANGEL. The government of Brazil is currently being held hostage by a terrorist insurgent faction known as the "Righteous Fist." This groups intentions are not known at this time; however, we do know they are sufficiently armed and have been holding off the Brazilian military and police organizations for quite some time." A slight murmur grew within the battalion as men commented on what had just been said. Obviously there was more here than what had been already said.

"The Righteous Fist currently has an arsenal of civilian aircraft that they're using as mobile transports and gunships, a small army of trucks and cars, some mounted with machine guns, and a large number of insurgent units spread out across the country. Fighting is fierce in Rio de Genero and in other larger cities. The Righteous Fist is trying to gain support from the local civilian populace -- something we cannot allow. You are going to attempt to win the hearts and minds of the civilians here in this country."

Some people groaned. That sounded like a repetition of their tasks over in Iraq and Afghanistan. To have to be submitted to the same beaucracy and red tape was going to be a major hindrance during their missions. "At the same time you will be pushing to eliminate all members of the Righteous Hand you come into contact with. They are uniformed, wearing olive drab jackets with the insignia of -- you guessed it -- a fist, on the right sleeve of their jackets. Rules of Engagement state you are weapons free unless stated otherwise during a mission. You see one of those fuckers, you bag them and tag them. Oorah, Marines?!"

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Re: In-Country

Post  Joshua Kennedy on Fri Aug 13, 2010 3:07 pm

OOC: Beep boop long post.

Sgt Maj Steele wrote:"TEN-HUT."

Kennedy snapped to attention immediatley, the others around him also doing so. Good ol' Sergeant Major Steele had entered the tent, giving a look that could scare a bear to death.


Sgt Maj Steele wrote:"Good afternoon, Marines," he began, then said, "welcome to paradise. "You may be wondering what you're doing in this God forsaken heat when you could be back at home with your wives, girlfriends, sisters, or whomever it is you'd like to be with at this moment."

I'd sure as hell like to get this damn mission over with, Kennedy thought to himself.

Sgt Maj Steele wrote:"You are now a part of Operation: PAPER ANGEL. The government of Brazil is currently being held hostage by a terrorist insurgent faction known as the "Righteous Fist." This groups intentions are not known at this time; however, we do know they are sufficiently armed and have been holding off the Brazilian military and police organizations for quite some time."

Good, we get to have some fun, Kennedy thought. He usually didn't like getting deployed, but he knew the men around him, and he was happy to know that such great men were watching his back.

Sgt Maj Steele wrote:"The Righteous Fist currently has an arsenal of civilian aircraft that they're using as mobile transports and gunships, a small army of trucks and cars, some mounted with machine guns, and a large number of insurgent units spread out across the country. Fighting is fierce in Rio de Genero and in other larger cities. The Righteous Fist is trying to gain support from the local civilian populace -- something we cannot allow. You are going to attempt to win the hearts and minds of the civilians here in this country."

Fuck, it's Iraq all over again. Kennedy remembered how much civies were a problem in Iraq and Afghanistan, especially since the terrorists they fought were civies at times.

Sgt Maj Steele wrote:"At the same time you will be pushing to eliminate all members of the Righteous Hand you come into contact with. They are uniformed, wearing olive drab jackets with the insignia of -- you guessed it -- a fist, on the right sleeve of their jackets. Rules of Engagement state you are weapons free unless stated otherwise during a mission. You see one of those fuckers, you bag them and tag them. Oorah, Marines?!"

"Oorah!" was Kennedy's response, along with the Marines around him.
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Post  Michael Hobbar on Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:24 pm

"You are now a part of Operation: PAPER ANGEL. The government of Brazil is currently being held hostage by a terrorist insurgent faction known as the "Righteous Fist." This groups intentions are not known at this time; however, we do know they are sufficiently armed and have been holding off the Brazilian military and police organizations for quite some time."
Michael thought to himself, How the fuck could a rebel organization take control of the whole government then hold their military at bay? Brazil must've had a shitty as fuck military... Michael pressed his body against the bulkhead. He was getting a bit tired of standing already. He leaned his body, pressing all his weight on the wall and off his feet.
"The Righteous Fist currently has an arsenal of civilian aircraft that they're using as mobile transports and gunships, a small army of trucks and cars, some mounted with machine guns, and a large number of insurgent units spread out across the country. Fighting is fierce in Rio de Genero and in other larger cities. The Righteous Fist is trying to gain support from the local civilian populace -- something we cannot allow. You are going to attempt to win the hearts and minds of the civilians here in this country."
Some other Marines, especially the more veteran ones groaned. Two words immediately come to mind: "Iraq" and "Afghanistan" Hearts and Minds...last time the US tried to do that didn't work so well. And the time before that: in Vietnam, wasn't such a great success either. A large majority of the American effort to 'win the "hearts and minds"' ended up with fueling enemy insurgency, first with the Viet Cong, and in Iraq, the Iraqi Insurgency, and in Afghanistan, increased Taliban fighters.
"At the same time you will be pushing to eliminate all members of the Righteous Hand you come into contact with. They are uniformed, wearing olive drab jackets with the insignia of -- you guessed it -- a fist, on the right sleeve of their jackets. Rules of Engagement state you are weapons free unless stated otherwise during a mission. You see one of those fuckers, you bag them and tag them."

Michael let out a sigh of relief. At least these fuckers were uniformed, something the American military hasn't dealt with in a long time. Michael didn't know if it was pure stupidity or a sort of arrogance on the part of the Righteous Hand. Uniformed? Against the Americans? Maybe they would change their tactics when the Marines start coming in force, personally, Michael thought, if the enemy wanted to fight against American troops, an insurgency would probably be the best way, no way they could meet American forces toe to toe. Michael chuckled, too bad, he's not the one fighting Marines.
Oorah, Marines?!"
"Oorah!" The Marines were promptly dismissed.

Michael which then called together his platoon. "Listen up Marines." Michael said. "Now I know what most of you are thinking, 'Iraqistan...' Well, let's get shit straight. We ARE NOT going to let this become like Iraq. We start taking fire, or you think that we're about to get fucked, you fire your weapon. Our enemy is uniformed so I don't think that we'll have too much problem about shooting at non-combatants. Remember though, collateral damage is a part of conflict and war. When we break, square-away your quarters, and get changed over. If you haven't already, as I said before, moisture wicking gear, that FROG gear you have, use it, under-armor or underarmor like skivvies? use em, Things look pretty safe around here so you don't gotta be going around in your flak or Kevlar, keep your weapon on you though. Stay hydrated in the day and make sure you keep warm at night, I'm sure it can get real chilly once the sun goes down. Good to go?"

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Re: In-Country

Post  Matthew Walker on Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:56 pm

With a loud, united "OORAH!" the Marines were dismissed, everyone suddenly losing their enthusiasm as they were kicked out of the air-conditioned briefing tent. Staff Sergeant Hobbar called the platoon, and they gathered around, forming a losse semi-circle. Walker hunkered down leaning the butt of his M16 in to the ground and wrapping both hands around the forward reciever.

His mind was brimming. There was the usual pre-op' nerves and excitement, but he was also thinking deeply. Why the fuck would they want to wear a uniform? The reason the USA had it's ass kicked in Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq was because they could not distinguish civvies from enemies until they picked up an AK. Also, if they were wearing uniform then chances are more of the civilian population was behind them, something very bad.

Trying to push those thoughts away, he paid attention to the Staff Sergeant's brief. It was all basic stuff, and no groundshakers. Good. As the mini-brief ended, Walker prepared his own. "Fifth Squad, on me," he called, beggining to walk towards the barracks. He wanted to get moving, so he would walk and talk. "Welcome to Brazil, Gentlemen. First chance, I reckon we do a squad trip to Rio, get drunk and laid. Seriously, though, I want us to stick together here, too many other units around and I want us to be some of the first guys to see action. Basic stuff, keep hydrated, stay rested. I'll do what I can do get us on the ranges out here. We need to get acclimatised, so I want everyone back out here in thirty mikes for a run. PT Gear, no weapons, we'll build up on it." As he said this, they arrived outside a wooden barracks for the Platoon. He eyed it up and down, it didn't look too bad. "Let's go, Dogs!"
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Post  Joshua Kennedy on Sat Aug 14, 2010 10:03 pm

Kennedy was happy that the briefing the Staff Sergeant gave was literally brief, which meant that he could get some sleep. Kennedy didn't get any sleep the night earlier, not a wink. He was too busy thinking of possible scenarios that may occur during their visit to Brazil. Now knowing that they were in Rio De Janero one of Kennedy's 'shitfest' scenarios may occur, the 'running through Rocinha with enemies popping out of every goddamned crapshack' one. Before Kennedy could leave the room the ever wonderful Sergeant Walker spoke up.

Matthew Walker wrote:"Fifth Squad, on me,"

Kennedy snapped over along side the rest of the Aces.

Matthew Walker wrote:"Welcome to Brazil, Gentlemen. First chance, I reckon we do a squad trip to Rio, get drunk and laid. Seriously, though, I want us to stick together here, too many other units around and I want us to be some of the first guys to see action. Basic stuff, keep hydrated, stay rested. I'll do what I can do get us on the ranges out here. We need to get acclimatised, so I want everyone back out here in thirty mikes for a run."

Hopefully this wakes me up Kennedy thought.

Matthew Walker wrote:"PT Gear, no weapons, we'll build up on it. Let's go, Dogs!"

"Oorah," Kennedy replied, then ran into the bunker to retrieve his PT gear.

OOC: A little tired after returning from Mexico, so short post away.
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Post  Adam L. Booke on Sat Aug 14, 2010 11:08 pm

Briefing after briefing it seemed. After the Marines were dismissed from battalion meeting, the Staff Sergeant called together a platoon briefing then the Sergeant called a squad briefing. Adam followed his squad and gathered around their Sergeant, headed back towards the barracks.
"Fifth Squad, on me," he called, beggining to walk towards the barracks. He wanted to get moving, so he would walk and talk. "Welcome to Brazil, Gentlemen. First chance, I reckon we do a squad trip to Rio, get drunk and laid. Seriously, though, I want us to stick together here, too many other units around and I want us to be some of the first guys to see action. Basic stuff, keep hydrated, stay rested. I'll do what I can do get us on the ranges out here. We need to get acclimatised, so I want everyone back out here in thirty mikes for a run. PT Gear, no weapons, we'll build up on it." As he said this, they arrived outside a wooden barracks for the Platoon. He eyed it up and down, it didn't look too bad. "Let's go, Dogs!".
Damn it. Adam thought he was hot, now they were going to exercise some to make him even sweatier. Adam just followed his NCO's orders and returned to the barracks to get changed over. He grabbed his gear from the pile that the Marines made earlier and then scurried to get the tent set up and his gear squared away.

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Post  William Siegfried on Sun Aug 15, 2010 11:57 pm

Willliam listened to everything that was said. Much of it was sounding like Iraq and Vietnam. William shook his head some thinking about how stupid things could get if they weren't careful. He hoped their new sgt was ready for the brutal task ahead of them, and he also hoped that his fellow Marines who were new to war would be as well. He knew his fire-team would do well. They seemed to have done well during the training. Though that was training and this was real. One of them gets hit it had two outcomes; Death or wounded. William would rather like wounded then dead. If he was hit that is, for now though he would pray not to be hit. He'd been wounded before, and he didn't nead another wound or scar to add to his collection he had recieved from Iraq and Afgan. He just hoped this would be over soon, so he could get back home, and relax a bit more. Yet when he thought about it he had already tried that and that failed. One of the main reasons for him sticking with the Marines.

After the briefing William stood up and looked flashed his "award winning smile" and then said, "OORAH!" along with the other Marines. He was now getting out of here, and was going to get his shit together, and ready. Before he did though he patted Patterson's shoulder. "You ready for this thing man?" William asked jokingly as he started to walk away. Once he was outside he heard Hobbar call them all together. What Hobbar said was what he wanted to hear from his SNCO. William liked Hobbar as their platoon sgt. He was one hell of a leader who knew what he was doing, and William could see why. Like him, Hobbar had seen the worst of it in Iraq and Afgan, he knew he could trust Hobbar. Though he didn't know his sgt that well, and hadn't seen him to much, but he was sure he could also trust him. Even though he was put in this Platoon not to long ago. The only ones he knew were his Fire-Team, the Lt, Marcus Patterson, and he knew Hobbar a bit. William just shruged and was about to fall out when Walker order them together. William chuckled. It seemed like all the leaders had something to say. Yet Hobbar had already told them to get their gear together, when then he picked up PT gear. William facepalmed. "Dammit..." William cursed under his breath. As he turned he saw Washington. "Yo, Washington, you good?" William asked while he looked around.
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