Rochambeau
Copyright© 2014 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 1
Tuesday, April 8, 2008, The Iran/Iraq Border
David Ginsberg
It was supposed to be a routine mission. For the past several months we had been ambushing convoys of nerve gas being shipped to Ash Shamiyah. It looked like the Republican Guard was onto us, because they had shown up about 20 minutes before the convoy. We were pinned down, taking casualties, and running out of ammo.
I paused to reload and noticed a kid running towards me. He was definitely American but I hadn't seen him before.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"PFC Jack Andrews. You're Sergeant Ginsberg?"
"Staff Sergeant, actually."
"It's an honor to meet you."
We both ducked as an RPG landed a few yards from us.
"Uhhh ... Nice to meet you too, but I'm afraid it's going to be a short visit unless you brought friends."
"No friends, just hand grenades." He showed me a small cache of M67s strapped to his belt.
"Great. You take the convoy and I'll get the rest of them."
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