Oh my little soldier boy, I'll be true to you...
Because of my blog a few important things in my life have gone neglected lately. Oh I tried to ignore the reality of the situation and pretend that I had the addiction under control, but I was a fool. There are friends and people that depend on me and I’ve been letting them down. By the time I came to my senses it was almost too late...
By the time I rejoined my squad the Helgons had us pinned down with heavy machine gun fire from a snipers nest up on the ridge above the river. Several of my squad had taken hits and were in no condition to continue the fight. As the hail of bullets fell around us like a storm of death I panicked for a moment.
Like a coward I hunkered up into the cleft of a rock and prayed that the virtual death would not come to me. Then I heard one of my men cry out into the maelstrom...
“Dirk_Star, you’re a white man, you’ve got to help us!”
My cheeks burned with crimson shame at the way I was playing the game. I knew I was letting the team down and that brought me out of my temporary paralysis. That’s when I asked myself the one question that always brings the game into focus; what would James Bond do? The panic in my mind began to still and everything started to fall into place.
My nerves stopped jangling and even though I'd been away from the game for far too long the old reflexes quickly returned.
God I do love the thrill of combat.
Keeping my profile low to the ground I sneaked a quick glance in the direction of the Helgon position and rapidly assessed the situation. This was going to be rough. If I was going to make up the hill and into the next level sacrifices were going to be required. Some of my squad wouldn’t be coming home tonight. I took a deep breath and began issuing orders.
“Rico, you’re the only minority member I’ve got left, you take point!”
“Carla, I’m probably going to need those spandex covered breasts, you stay close to me!”
“Alright everyone, on the count of three let’s do it!”
Well, I wish I had more time to let you know what is happening, but I’ve left the men alone long enough as it is. They need me and I’m mighty proud to be their Sergeant.
As God is my witness, I’ll never let this damn blog come between us again...
I hope everyone enjoys this Bob Award winning post!