The Horseman
Copyright© 2009 by Ian Alexander
Chapter 9
Gunnery Sergeant J.T. Timmons was PISSED!
And not in the British way of being pissed. Although, a couple of good cold beers would be greatly appreciated right about now.
No, he was upset, and hiking up the side of this confounded heap of dirt behind this golden boy Colonel wasn’t making him any happier.
And, God, he hurt. He hurt in places that he could very well forget about, thank you very much. But, being buried under a crashed chopper might have had something to do with his ire. And, now, he’s got a rock in his boot.
So, the only thing he knew was that: a) he was still able to move, b) if he kept moving, he’d eventually work the soreness and aches from his muscles, and c) he’s got to get the rock out of his boot or he’ll go lame.
In an effort to take his mind off his aching body, he worried over the sparse information that he and his now dead team were given.
‘Accompany Col. Finn. Watch his back. Full load out on weapons and ammo. WHATEVER we thought we needed.’ He thought.
‘That’s why I’ve got an FN P-90 and an FN FiveSeven. Roughly 500 rounds of SS190 and L191 tracer ammo, 8- 40mm HE grenades, Fallkniven survival knife, garrote wire, a box of waterproof matches, MRE’s, and a canteen.’
‘And if this clown in front of me doesn’t slow down pretty soon, I’m gonna frag his ass.’ He fumed. ‘We’ve been going at a 12 minute mile in battle gear for the last hour, and I’ve about had it!’
“Colonel! You want to take a break for a bit?” Timmons called out.
“We don’t have time to waste by stopping now!” Riley flung over his shoulder.
“Well, you better, by God, make time, Sir!” Timmons shot back.
Riley spun around throwing a hard right at Timmons face, only to find himself flat on his back with a black-coated survival knife under his chin.
“If you so much as twitch, I’ll leave your rotting carcass on this mountain side, ... sir!” Timmons gritted. “I don’t know what your problem is, and I don’t much care. I figure that you’ll fill me in on what we’re supposed to be doing sooner or later. What I do know is that for a full Colonel, you’re acting like an idiot.
At this rate, IF we get where you say we’re going, we’ll be dead from exhaustion by the time we get there. Now, I’m going to get up and back off. Move slowly, or you’ll find out why they call me One-Eye.” Timmons warned.
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