http://slow.writerscafe.org/Whiplash861 The original writings of author Austin Jolly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016745 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 2 - This is the first operation the team ungoes with the reader. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1930745/ Chapter 1 - There is where you meet the team and the plot of the story, describing the situation our protagonists are in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1930742/ US Private Military Company retakes United States from a globally dominant enemy force http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1930740/ US Special Operators aid Greek Special Forces in capturing an HVT in Santorini, Greece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1687531/ A bullet came flying through the field we were going to fight on, it smacked effortlessly into a rock, making a small entry hole with cracks spreading a few inches from the point of impact. Argos used his hydraulics to jump about 25 feet into the air onto a nearby boulder, then angled his tail launc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1544538/ British Infantry move to fight for Passchendaele, World War 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1519223/ With a single “ping” from Argos, the gas canister sparked, and a cloud of bright yellow fire engulfed the area it covered, nearly the entire campsite. The cloud lasted for only a second, but those who it engulfed, lasted until their deaths only seconds later. There were many burning gunm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1514613/ There are people who say that the sky's the limit, and in most cases, they would be dead on. But when you say that to us, the only thing we do is laugh. If the sky is the limit, then we break that limit by ten-fold every time we achieve altitude from the runway! I’m Captain Matthew Galley, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1494303/ Special Operations Combat Pilots fly on missions worldwide to eliminate Afghan terror group "Red Star" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1491469/ My Rangers and I sat around the airfield at Bagram airbase for a while in a full combat loadout, waiting for the MH-60’s to arrive and take us where we need to go. Paul had already left on a CH-47 that was taking other rangers to an area nearby his area of operation, or AO. Lucky b*****d. I ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1478712/ It was a long couple of hours of planning and gearing up before getting off the transport plane to Afghanistan. The operation was just as Paul explained it back at home. I slept pretty much the whole way, with the last hour being a wake-up call and preparation. There were Rangers on the plane with u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1471261/ I was roughly woken up by Paul by the violent shakes of his hand on my arm. I look around to the left and right of me, thinking I was back in battle and being attacked by someone. Then I saw Paul who was sitting in the drivers seat of his car and calmed down a little bit, realizing that I wasn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1467795/ It was about 2100 hours when we got home from dining at the Silver Oak, we literally fell asleep as soon as we hit the rack. I woke up at 0600 hours the following morning to the lovely sound of the horn of Pauls car in my driveway. I forgot he said he would be coming to pick me up, but he was never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1453286/ We pass by a few military neighborhoods on the way to the Silver Oak. Some of the homes there belong to some of the members of Team 5, others had the Marine Corps signature flag flying below the US flag on a flag post. Carmine, Sarah and Heather are all fooling around, cracking jokes, and having a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1447105/ This is dedicated to the men and women of the United States Marine Corps http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1442799/ US Marine Orbital Assault Troops deploy to Europe and Middle East to fight Greek terror group, 2034 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1440354/ It was a long and seemingly endless 3 hours before getting to the driveway, and with Carmine and Sarah horseplaying between the three of us, it only added to the effect, but I knew they were just trying to have fun with their dad who they haven’t seen in years. Carmine was a good driver, despi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1433732/ Petty Officer 1st Class David "Locksmith" LockeUS Navy 5th ASEAN Fleet / US Navy SEAL Team 4I started off as a simple US Sailor, a Helmsman for the USS Warden, a new Destroyer for the US Navy. I never really left my post, mainly because of the number of Sailors who wanted this position, which wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1429441/ "Locksmith?" Said one of the non-SEAL helicopter medics.I looked over to him, slightly dazed in the pain. He looked rather tall. If I had to guess, 6'1. His eyes were a darkish-green, hair slicked back in a dirty-blondish color. I thought he would have gotten off better as a magazine model than enli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1426251/ You can keep your Army KhakiYou can keep your Navy BlueFor I have the worlds greatest fighting man, to introduce to youHis uniform is differentThe best you've ever seenThe Germans call him "Devil Dog", his real name is "Marine"He was born on Parris IslandThe place where God forgotThe sand is eightee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1424955/ I looked over toward Flash, who has his tail in between his legs, teeth seriously showing, and growling. I know what he thinks it is, and i’m pretty sure thats whats behind the grass.“Lieutenant, take Flash and Father Sam and relocate your RZ. Do it slowly, and very quietly.”&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1424865/ “Lieutenant, you’re gonna have to do something, quick. Foot-mobiles converging on your position in numbers beyond 6.” I warn to O’Hara.He didn’t seem to take heed of my warning, but i know he heard me. The enemy signatures were getting closer and closer to O’Hara,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1420602/ While we were clearing the blood, bullet, and shrapnel ridden bodies of the mindless drones who tried to fight us, with Flash biting and dragging dead bodies to the woods by the arm, and O’Hara tampering with his radio pack, we hear the flooding sound of old, beat-up troop transport trucks, ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1413825/ We get back to the base and blast through the entrance that used to be there, immediately looking for the nearest cover point. Fire and Air Force crews were all over the scrapped C-17, like ants on an anthill, looking for and removing any and all kinds of military equipment like ammo, guns, bombs, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1412339/ O’Hara and I were readying up for the drop at the armory, loading up either our HK416 or MP7 and a few grenades, when we heard the distinct sound of a dog barking. I look over toward where it came from, where I see Lieutenant Commander Harrison walking into the armory with a German Shepherd do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1411581/ I couldnt believe what i was seeing, Punisher rarely came to save the day, better yet, anyone else besides their own. I snapped my head towards Paul, who was sitting there behind the sandbag barricade grieving in pain. His good arm was wrapped around his wounded arm, with blood seaming out from betw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1409670/ "Hold your goddamn fire. wait for them to get closer." I hear over the troop net. sounded like Commander Benson.I adjust the optics on my nods a little bit to see some uniformed rebels walking in, cautiously, through the base entrance, past the burning German tank. AK-47s all in hand, with a few 74'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1403637/ Paul and I are still stretching out on the hammocks within the cargo bay on the C-17, hes about done freaking out, and goes back to playing games on his phone. Commander Benson was just about getting ready to sleep, kinda late too. Everyone else who popped some melatonin on the start of the flight w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1399602/ I woke up to the wonderful sound of one of the SEALs thunderously banging on our door. Paul must have been startled because he fell off of his bunk and onto the cold, hard floor."GO TIME IN 20, GET UP AND OUT OF THERE!!!!" he yelled. out of instinct and the thought of it being Commander Benson pound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1399572/ about a half an hour on the road, i got a text from Commander Benson saying "Vandenberg AFB". I know well enough that Vandenberg is home to the Air Forces 30th Space Wing. The real question is why would we be launching from Vandenberg? High Command had told the operating SEALs that a C-17 Globemaste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1398203/ Paul and i finally get to the US Navy base and bust through the door, still in PT gear with the dress whites still in my car. We saw sailors and current commanders in clean and dry NSUs and SDBs, while we were there in sweatshirts and shorts. constant talking and chatter could be heard echoing throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1396623/ hours pass as the rain continues to plague the streets harder and harder, there was literally no traffic with the exception of a random mail truck every now and then, a suicide mission if you ask me. the streets were a little flooded and there wasn't a sign of blue sky anywhere from where i could se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whiplash861/1395246/ I woke up the next morning to see Paul looming over me, standing unwaveringly still with a smile on his face. with his state of intoxication last night, i'm surprised he could even function normally."Mornin' partner!" 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