Our recent mission was to locate the position of a bunch of Sligs. So the Lt. and company took off in a couple of jeeps. She was in one, whereas myself and L'inx were in the other. L'inx is an interesting character who I'm looking forward to a good o' arm wrestling match someday. She's as muscular as me and just a breath taller. I won't hold being an Army grunt against her as she does have some brains about her and a good eye for finding Sligs. Gods bless her!

Anyway, the radio operator in the other jeep, well, apparently he must had been dropped on his furry face when he was a kid. He was suppose to tell us to move back across the bridge, but by the gods, all we got was static. So I kept pounding the Sligs away with the jeep's gun. I may not of hit any of them, but I certainly scared the crap out of them as they didn't return fire and were keep to the earth as those slimy salamanders belong. I hope to get lucky next time and blow them up good.

Mortar fire started behind us and still the radio operator couldn't get a message to us. Finally the Lt. takes the matters into her furry hands and calls us back. At least no one got their fur singed. A good thing, considering all the mortars the Sligs were firing our way.

So, in the long run, we accomplished the mission and who knows, maybe the Lt. will eventually buy us a beer. I may get to like this army bunch...

L'noire

Marine Pvt