Post by Roger Davis on Feb 9, 2012 0:59:21 GMT -5
Jungles of Greenleaf, June 30th, 2509
The 27th had been on Greenleaf for four months now and it was by far the worst fighting Roger had ever seen, not that he'd seen all that much yet. Verbena had been intense but this battle was on a scale that completely dwarfed that conflict. To make matters worse, the majority of the battle here was fought in the planet's dense jungles and rainforests, terrain largely inhospitable to human habitation. Ambushes were prevalent, disease was common, and the elements themselves took a toll on equipment and morale.
For now the platoon was out performing typical search and destroy. What that meant was that they were lost in the jungle and wandering around until they found some Purplebellies to shoot or command decided to find them and pick them up. The whole operation was largely a mess due to the terrain and that's really all it had turned into recently. Each side sent out patrols of varying sizes to search for the enemy; The foliage was too thick to recon any other way. Once contact had been made then all available units that were also just wandering around would be called in to converge on the enemy. The strategy worked though not particularly well.
"Lieutenant, the captain for you."
Roger turned to the young radioman offering the receiver. Young... it didn't mean anything coming from Roger at the ripe old age of 20.
"This is Alpha Actual send your traffic." Roger said, taking the receiver.
"Davis, contact made in your sector five clicks southeast." came the voice from the other side of the line. It was the company commander, a man Roger did not particularly admire and it wasn't simply because the captain either ignored or was ignorant of radio procedure.
"Readin' you five. We just heard a short exchange from that direction. Over."
"You are to link up with friendly forces in the area and engage contacts. You hearing me, boy?"
"Copy. Moving to intercept. Out.
"Let's go, men." Roger ordered to his platoon who had been dispersed into a skirmish pattern. They had been stationary since originally hearing the gunfire to the southeast. With time now being crucial, the lieutenant ordered the troops into columns with limited skirmishers on point so as to allow the swiftest movement through the jungle without risking having the entire platoon walking into an ambush. The distance wasn't far at all if their path was unimpeded but in this terrain who knew how long it would take to reach the fight.
The 27th had been on Greenleaf for four months now and it was by far the worst fighting Roger had ever seen, not that he'd seen all that much yet. Verbena had been intense but this battle was on a scale that completely dwarfed that conflict. To make matters worse, the majority of the battle here was fought in the planet's dense jungles and rainforests, terrain largely inhospitable to human habitation. Ambushes were prevalent, disease was common, and the elements themselves took a toll on equipment and morale.
For now the platoon was out performing typical search and destroy. What that meant was that they were lost in the jungle and wandering around until they found some Purplebellies to shoot or command decided to find them and pick them up. The whole operation was largely a mess due to the terrain and that's really all it had turned into recently. Each side sent out patrols of varying sizes to search for the enemy; The foliage was too thick to recon any other way. Once contact had been made then all available units that were also just wandering around would be called in to converge on the enemy. The strategy worked though not particularly well.
"Lieutenant, the captain for you."
Roger turned to the young radioman offering the receiver. Young... it didn't mean anything coming from Roger at the ripe old age of 20.
"This is Alpha Actual send your traffic." Roger said, taking the receiver.
"Davis, contact made in your sector five clicks southeast." came the voice from the other side of the line. It was the company commander, a man Roger did not particularly admire and it wasn't simply because the captain either ignored or was ignorant of radio procedure.
"Readin' you five. We just heard a short exchange from that direction. Over."
"You are to link up with friendly forces in the area and engage contacts. You hearing me, boy?"
"Copy. Moving to intercept. Out.
"Let's go, men." Roger ordered to his platoon who had been dispersed into a skirmish pattern. They had been stationary since originally hearing the gunfire to the southeast. With time now being crucial, the lieutenant ordered the troops into columns with limited skirmishers on point so as to allow the swiftest movement through the jungle without risking having the entire platoon walking into an ambush. The distance wasn't far at all if their path was unimpeded but in this terrain who knew how long it would take to reach the fight.