Can Private Sam able to survive with a group of dumbasses in a middle of a boxed canyon?
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Down below the base, Sam runs up to Sarge while Grif and Simmons are slowly walking towards them.
Sam: "(So Sarge, Any reason you called us Sir?)"
Sarge: "Why yes Sam! But, before I show "her" I need to wait for my (Anger) other lazy soldiers! Hurry up, ladies this ain't no ice cream social!
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Simmons: "Ice cream social?"
Simmons and Grif exchange looks.
Sarge: " Stop the pillow talk, you two. Anyone want to guess why I gathered you here today?
Grif: " Uh, is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?"
Sam: "(Facepalm) (Really Grif?!)"
Sarge: (Sarcastically) That's exactly it, Private. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float, and Simmons here IS IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI!"
Grif: "I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."
Sarge: "Goddamn it, Private! Shut your mouth or else I'll have Sam hold you down, while Simmons slits your throat while you're asleep!"
Sam: "(Sarge don't you think that's a bit dark for you?)"
Simmons: "Didn't Grif wreck one of your Secret Projects though Sam?"
Sam: "(On second thought Sarge, I'm okay with that plan sir!)"
Sarge: " Sam, Simmons your both good men's"
Brief pause.
Sarge: "Couple of things today, ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gulch Outpost Number One."
Grif: "Crap. We're getting a rookie."
Sarge: "That's right, dead man, Our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we received the first part of our shipment from command."
Sarge turns towards a hill behind them.
Sarge: "Lopez, bring up the vehicle."
A large, armor-plated, jeep-like vehicle comes over the rise with another soldier in brown armor called Lopez who's in the driver seat, pulling up along side the other Reds.
Simmons: "Shotgun!"
Grif: "Shotgun!"
Unfortunately Grif realize he spoke too late.
Grif: "Fuck!"
Sam: "(Mentally Sigh) Men....)"
Sarge: "May I introduce our new, light reconnaissance vehicle. It has four inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen, this is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the Warthog."
