A Walk In The Park Long Range Surveillance.

Lima Zulu / We Are Fucked

Landing Zone, LZ or phonetic Alphabet Lima Zulu. I won't explain this chapter title, like the rest it's what pops into my head. No reason or order. I have a glass of 100 proof bottled and bonded Bourbon next to me. A little music playing.

Sometimes I wonder if we were supposed to survive. If the Wizard, just felt sorry for us or was just simply amazed at our will to survive. The Wizard just watched in amazement at our grand attempt at survival. Then just walked away in fear we would just take him with us, trapped in the place called hell. Stuck with us reliving fear and death.

Water was the most important thing we needed if the LZ wasn't empty. Untelling how far or where, we could get picked up and fly out, of this house of death. After that night of fitful sleep, for some reason, I felt, that hell I could get us out. I hoped all of us, then again if only part. That would be better than none. I was getting back, even if I died after. Moses had explaining to do, then maybe he sees the Wizard. By my hands just like that blood trail I followed.

Like I said I was revived and ready, we would get out. I'd lead this bunch of tired pissed men out. Get them back as many as I could. Stokesy and Ferguson would want that, Carson has faith in me. So I decided when I looked at Milton and Randall that morning. Nothing will stop this team or me.

Hope and the Landing Zone

"Milton, Randall, we ready? Keep the interval tight please."
"Randall smiled. We are moving Boss!" Milton lit his smoke. "Morgan let's do this."

The team moved tight, and like one. They would stay within the undergrowth and thick tress. For one klick then jump on the trail. Morgan wanted concealment till he thought they were far from those giving chase. They discussed, the route, they would chance a more direct route in, till they were three klicks out. Then take an evasive route in.

The team what was left of Alpha had more hop and hope in their step. Charlie Morgan wasn't sure of. He knew they would drive on with the rest. If they still had fight in them, that was another story. Morgan laughed inside. Hell Milton wouldn't stand for them not putting up fight. Morgan could see Milton standing up in hail storm of rounds. Shouting fight you damn pussies. It ain't over till I say it is!

Morgan smiled some, Carson did that on their first hot LZ. Shouting it ain't over till I say, fuck sticks you bunch of pussies! Morgan keep your damn mind on the damn objective! "Martinez, Milton to the front, pass the word."

"Sometimes, I'm good and others just perfect Boss. The trail, just three meters out!" Morgan pushed his shoulder, then lit a Lucky. "I'll just say you are good Randall." Milton took a knee next to them. "Morgan the trail?"

"Yeah a little change in order. I'm moving Barnes up with Randall, Mitchell will be my sections rear, Baldwin will move back with your rear guard. We go another two klicks and break got that Randall?"

"Yeah, Boss whenever you are ready." Milton nodded. "That a work, I feel the Indians on my neck, very disturbing."

"Milton make the changes, Randall we go when Barnes is on you. So when all is set."

Like planned, they stepped off on trail after all made it on, in a staggered formation and went at an Airborn shuffle,(not a walk or run, an indurance run) this they would do for one klick. This would put any pursuers at a distance.

I wanted as much distance between us and those after us. Thinking I'd rather meet them head on, with the force I respected the most. Alpha team.

Morgan ran up the middle, to show they could do this. Milton stepped out also. Morgan sang to himself, hey, hey Captain Jack meet me down by the, railroad tracks. With your knife, in your hand. I want to be a cutting man! Hey, hey! Captain Jack, meet me down by the railroad tracks, with your weapon in your hands, I want to be a fighting man! Hey, hey Captain Jack meet me down by the railroad tracks, with your dick in your hands, I we are going to be a fucking man!