No supply ship for nearly three weeks, not with the flare activity. Word came in from the CP, deep underground, to save charge packs: no more covering fire, no more harassing fire. Every charge is a dead Woolie or we're through. Then the orbital bombing. Not of us; of them. Woolies started approaching our lines to surrender. The pounding must have been absolutely hellacious.
A couple hours after the bombing stopped a 2nd Louie with a clean uniform walked up. "You men are the 7th?"
"…Who's asking?"
"The Ninth. We're rescuing you."
"Fuck off, Ninth, we don't need no rescue."
Woot! So fun to read. I read again and again. Love it! There you go,
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"Fuck off, Ninth, we don't need no rescue."
Great lines!!!You rock this, David!
Mine is here
Have you a ROCKING AND WEEK!!!
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shakira
Thank you so much for reading!
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