World War Two RPG

"I'm not even gonna ask what 'Hiawasee Hellwater' is. Me I prefer beer....Root beer that is. Never been much of a drinker except for the occasional class of real French wine. My mom could pick out the best wines you would find. Most have been that French blood in her." Something finally comes to Frank's mind and he queries his squad. "Anyone seen any extra mortar rounds laying around or may be a spare thirty cal? Or even a mortar tube and stand with out a base plate. Anything that could give us some extra fire power. Red and Orb, see what you can find. Collin come with me we'll try and scrounge up some extra grenades and ammo. Jaime, hold down the fort and keep an eye out for other."

"Hey Frank, I thought you did'nt drink, save it for the guys who will need it as for last rites LOL, Anyways, no target prctice, you never know who might be hearing those shots, and not just the brass hanging around, think Krauts!!!"

"It doesn't hurt to try something. I drink but not very often and never enough to get tipsy." Frank quips as he bends down to pick up the discarded rounds and stuffs them in his pockets. "It's not like three more bullets are gonna make any difference with the amount of shit a group this size will leave behind, but if it makes you feel any better." With that Frank motions for Pvt. Eva and the two wander off in search of grenades and ammunition.

West picks up his bazooka and falls in with the rest of the squad. Miller is following closely behind him. "Well, looks like we are going to be in it now," Miller said solemly to West. "Yeah, guess so. Let's just do what we need to do. We just got to stick close and don't get seperated." Miller shook his head and looked at the ground. Hell, West thought to himself, he's scared shitless...just like I am. Lord Jesus stick with us, and keep us safe, West quickly prayed to himself. He knew he had a job to do and he wasn't going to let anyone in the platoon down. He had listened intently to what Lt. Turnbull said. He admired that man and would follow him anywhere. Now it was time that they showed their training in action. It was time to show what they were made of. It was time to become men..