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The War to End All Wars by Mr. GotBeans
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The War to End All Wars: Chapter 1 Part 1: Getting Ready
Date: 3 February 2005, 11:56 PM
Mess Hall of the MAC Station The New Jersey
1300 Military time
August 21, 2553
"Happy Birthday, GunnerySergeantPereeezzzzz, Happy birth day to you!!!" sung all of the Marines in the mess hall as Gunnery Sergeant Perez took the first bite into his birthday muffin. It was blueberry, his favorite since he was a boy of two. It was his birthday, and as with tradition on every officer's birthday, they got to chose the lunch of the day, and were given a little party to keep up morale. Perez loved it too, not just knowing he was appreciated enough to have all the Marines chip in and throw a party, but because he loved to see the smiling faces of his marines, not bound by the stress that combat brings, and actually enjoying themselves. He wished it was always a CO's birthday, so the Marines in his and every squad would be happy, and not so worried.
"Happy birthday sir, we all hope you enjoy it.", said Private Herst, sitting next to the sergeant and taking a heaping spoonful of Alfredo pasta and stuffing it in his mouth. He was the messiest eater in the squad, often taking more than his fair share of rations, and nicknamed 'King Kong' after huge monkey from some old movie.
"I'm having fun, but you know I like these parties because I like seeing you guys faces with something on them besides a frown or some sauce. You're the exception, you always have some kind of food on your face, so I'm just glad your happy." replied Perez, smiling at the joke he made, but also at the fact that Hearst took it lightly.
"Aw, that's mean Sarge, but yeah, were having a good time. As you know its hard to be in combat so long, it gets old quick." sighed Hearst.
"Hey, what can you do? Look, why don't you go play pin the methane tank on the grunt with the rest of those guys." chuckled the gunny, looking over at the make shift game the others made using some old maps and a tourniquet.
"Sounds like a plan."
Barracks One aboard the MAC station The New Jersey
2100 Military Time
August 21 2553
Everyone was dead asleep, except for Gunnery Sergeant Perez. He was kept awake not only by a persistent heart burn, but by his worries. He always was afraid that after every good thing that happened to him, whether it be in a battle, at home, or even after a party like his, something bad was about to happen. It was one of those inner demons he just couldn't shake. He ran his tan fingers though his thick black hair, thinking about it. Damn, I'm turning into my wife; staying up all night thinking. I'd better get to sleep, we're having an award ceremony tomorrow for all the men getting promoted, and I'll look like crap thought Perez. His thought about everything, his mind wandering and settling upon everything except sleeping. Just then, he heard a faint grunting noise. He stopped thinking and listened. He heard it again, it started as a moan and then a small scream. Perez dashed over to were he heard it. It was Private Kilonza. Perez woke the private, making sure not to shake him to hard.
"Joe, Joe! Wake up. You Ok man, you had me worried," said Perez frantically, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Yeah gunny, I'm alright, I guess. I was having a nightmare about the Covenant. They chased me down and tortured me. It was horrible man," uttered Kilonza. He was obviously shaken up by the dream.
"It's alright man, go back to sleep, it was just a dream. You need to get rested for the ceremony tomorrow," said Perez in a reassuring tone.
"Ok, will do sir. I just get worried that the Covenant will attack us on the New Jersey, and I'll be the only one to die. Just like my dream, they'll chase me down, and beat me to death using God knows what kind of sick tools. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it," whispered Kilonza.
"You know what, I got something for you private. I'll give you my side arm. Keep the magazine under the bed, so that way if any thing does happen, you'll be ready. Ok?" asked Perez, placing the M6C's magazine under the bunk.
" Yeah Sarge that will be fine. Catch you in the morning."
"Go too sleep"
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