BANANAMAN
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So i've been writing a book for quite some time now but i haven't come up with a nice tittle for it....Hopefully it would come to me when im writing the book....
So anyways heres Chapter 1
(prologue included)
Prologue
Chapter 1
So what do you guys think?
So anyways heres Chapter 1
(prologue included)
Prologue
US Military base near the Russia-Finland border
The night was cold,as if the blizzard sucked away every trace of heat. And it did. Even with the heater in the base turned up to maximum it was still cold enough to make your testicles shrivel up into a prune while your piss froze.Arturo was sitting around a fire feebly fighting a loosing battle. with Alan Lopez and Theo. Theo tossed more wood into the flame which momentarily flared up then quickly resided as the cold reminded it who was boss. Arturo was about to light a cigarette when the alarm went off.Soldiers began emerging from there tents dazed and confused. Theo was already firing a gun into the inky darkness while Alan drove the M4A7. Arturo quickly grabbed a rifle and began to open fire into the darkness..Several muzzle flashes answered back followed by a dull explosion..A hole exploded right beside Him.The enemy was gaining ground fast like a fire feeding on paper. Finally an evacuation was ordered.The entire garrison managed to hold off the enemy troops for 30 minutes...But what a long
30 minutes that was...Bodies dying,screams of pain,explosions as loud as thunder. As the last of the men entered the Sparrow Hawks Arturo always heroic to the last covered the retreat of his fellow soldiers. A bullet managed to find it's way to Arturo's leg. He began to feel dizzy..Arturo colapsed into a crumpled heap and was dragged into the huge craft.The last thing he remembered seeing was a medic holding his hand...Then his vision faded..But he could still remember that face...That beautiful face.
The night was cold,as if the blizzard sucked away every trace of heat. And it did. Even with the heater in the base turned up to maximum it was still cold enough to make your testicles shrivel up into a prune while your piss froze.Arturo was sitting around a fire feebly fighting a loosing battle. with Alan Lopez and Theo. Theo tossed more wood into the flame which momentarily flared up then quickly resided as the cold reminded it who was boss. Arturo was about to light a cigarette when the alarm went off.Soldiers began emerging from there tents dazed and confused. Theo was already firing a gun into the inky darkness while Alan drove the M4A7. Arturo quickly grabbed a rifle and began to open fire into the darkness..Several muzzle flashes answered back followed by a dull explosion..A hole exploded right beside Him.The enemy was gaining ground fast like a fire feeding on paper. Finally an evacuation was ordered.The entire garrison managed to hold off the enemy troops for 30 minutes...But what a long
30 minutes that was...Bodies dying,screams of pain,explosions as loud as thunder. As the last of the men entered the Sparrow Hawks Arturo always heroic to the last covered the retreat of his fellow soldiers. A bullet managed to find it's way to Arturo's leg. He began to feel dizzy..Arturo colapsed into a crumpled heap and was dragged into the huge craft.The last thing he remembered seeing was a medic holding his hand...Then his vision faded..But he could still remember that face...That beautiful face.
5 years later
Arturo's arms where flung back at the recoil of the Napalm launcher.Trails of suffocating smoke traced to the rocket as it exploded in a blinding flash of red light. Screams of agony and pain echoed as hungry, bright red flames devoured countless Communist rebels,The Communist soldiers began running and shooting in a frenzied rage at the battered bunkers where the weary garrison was hiding in.Their tanks weren't far behind. Arturo cursed and spat at the ground. He threw the launcher aside and grabbed his rifle. He aimed at the nearest soldier and fired. The others continued to empty magazines onto the oncoming communist hoards. Arturo looked behind him to see several M4A7's opening up at the enemy tanks their HE rounds destroying tank after tank. Alas the enemy numbered them 50 to one. The M4's began to fall to the much cheaper built and poorly armored A-57 Striker tanks as the battle progressed. Arturo called in a MOAB strike and painted the largest cluster of enemy units for the strike. Minutes later a sonic boom which signaled a B-108 flying overhead which only mean that the bomb wasn't far behind. Arturo instinctively covered his ears as the MOAB detonated on target giving birth to a explosion which rocked the ground along with sending various limbs and chunks of metal flying in various directions. As the dust settled he could see that they took out a large chunk of the enemy army. But this relief was short lived when dozens of cargo planes began dropping paratroopers. The base's anti air craft system lit up and began spraying the air with lead. Enemy Smerch missiles began to rain from the sky taking out random Sentry guns. Where the hell is that back up!! he yelled as the Smerch missiles continued to explode around them blowing out chunks of concrete every now and then. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and for a second Arturo and the rest of the garrison were blinded by the bright light. The brightness subsided after a few seconds but what greeted Arturo's sight was incredible. The few remaining enemy forces began to retreat back to the mountains. He looked at the battle field. The entire area was entirely devoid of dead bodies. As if a large flame had consumed every biological reminder that a battle occurred there. The garrison troops let out a ragged cheer. Seconds later the drone of Sparrow hawk engines could be heard. Arturo watched as men rappelled down ropes and began securing the perimeter. He was approached
by a commanding officer that had a higher rank than him. They apparently have orders that the whole base has to be evacuated. Arturo nodded and made his way to the mess hall.Upoun reaching the mess hall he grabbed some chicken and a cup of coffee. He quietly ate contemplating his thoughts. That last battle placed it really close. Arturo sighed and finished off his meal and decided to check on how the base evacuation was going on. He saw a private struggle with a heavy load so he rushed over and helped the poor man. As He was wiping the sweat off his brow Arturo heard a faint whistling in the distance. An shrill alarm rang out signaling that the base was under attack. Arturo grabbed a rifle from its storage rack. He ran. Several men where already there at the bunkers as Muslim insurgents where attacking. Several Sparrows where already airborne spraying the area and laying down suppressing fire.
Arturo heard a man cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight. The base had taken a real beating at the last assault apparently the Muslims had taken this as a opportune moment to strike.
The order was given to run for it. Dropping his gun Arturo sprinted towards the waiting Sparrows. He managed to get on the last one as it lifted into the sky while the base self destructed. Arturo found a seat and strapped himself in. A red light appeared signaling that they where under enemy fire. The craft made a sharp turn while trying to avoid a missile. Arturo braced for the eventual impact which would eventually blow the Sparrow to pieces.
Arturo's arms where flung back at the recoil of the Napalm launcher.Trails of suffocating smoke traced to the rocket as it exploded in a blinding flash of red light. Screams of agony and pain echoed as hungry, bright red flames devoured countless Communist rebels,The Communist soldiers began running and shooting in a frenzied rage at the battered bunkers where the weary garrison was hiding in.Their tanks weren't far behind. Arturo cursed and spat at the ground. He threw the launcher aside and grabbed his rifle. He aimed at the nearest soldier and fired. The others continued to empty magazines onto the oncoming communist hoards. Arturo looked behind him to see several M4A7's opening up at the enemy tanks their HE rounds destroying tank after tank. Alas the enemy numbered them 50 to one. The M4's began to fall to the much cheaper built and poorly armored A-57 Striker tanks as the battle progressed. Arturo called in a MOAB strike and painted the largest cluster of enemy units for the strike. Minutes later a sonic boom which signaled a B-108 flying overhead which only mean that the bomb wasn't far behind. Arturo instinctively covered his ears as the MOAB detonated on target giving birth to a explosion which rocked the ground along with sending various limbs and chunks of metal flying in various directions. As the dust settled he could see that they took out a large chunk of the enemy army. But this relief was short lived when dozens of cargo planes began dropping paratroopers. The base's anti air craft system lit up and began spraying the air with lead. Enemy Smerch missiles began to rain from the sky taking out random Sentry guns. Where the hell is that back up!! he yelled as the Smerch missiles continued to explode around them blowing out chunks of concrete every now and then. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and for a second Arturo and the rest of the garrison were blinded by the bright light. The brightness subsided after a few seconds but what greeted Arturo's sight was incredible. The few remaining enemy forces began to retreat back to the mountains. He looked at the battle field. The entire area was entirely devoid of dead bodies. As if a large flame had consumed every biological reminder that a battle occurred there. The garrison troops let out a ragged cheer. Seconds later the drone of Sparrow hawk engines could be heard. Arturo watched as men rappelled down ropes and began securing the perimeter. He was approached
by a commanding officer that had a higher rank than him. They apparently have orders that the whole base has to be evacuated. Arturo nodded and made his way to the mess hall.Upoun reaching the mess hall he grabbed some chicken and a cup of coffee. He quietly ate contemplating his thoughts. That last battle placed it really close. Arturo sighed and finished off his meal and decided to check on how the base evacuation was going on. He saw a private struggle with a heavy load so he rushed over and helped the poor man. As He was wiping the sweat off his brow Arturo heard a faint whistling in the distance. An shrill alarm rang out signaling that the base was under attack. Arturo grabbed a rifle from its storage rack. He ran. Several men where already there at the bunkers as Muslim insurgents where attacking. Several Sparrows where already airborne spraying the area and laying down suppressing fire.
Arturo heard a man cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight. The base had taken a real beating at the last assault apparently the Muslims had taken this as a opportune moment to strike.
The order was given to run for it. Dropping his gun Arturo sprinted towards the waiting Sparrows. He managed to get on the last one as it lifted into the sky while the base self destructed. Arturo found a seat and strapped himself in. A red light appeared signaling that they where under enemy fire. The craft made a sharp turn while trying to avoid a missile. Arturo braced for the eventual impact which would eventually blow the Sparrow to pieces.
So what do you guys think?