Copyright© 2011 by Patch0341
Eric gasped searing, acrid air into his lungs. He opened his eyes to find a pristine, cloudless, blue sky marred by an ugly plume of black, roiling smoke. A dull thumping noise permeated through the ringing of a fire alarm, punctuated with a staccato beat that didn't seem to follow any particular rhythm.
"What the hell is Johnson listening to now?" Eric mused, "Why the f%$k are we outside?"
Eric slowly turned his head to look around and quickly wished he hadn't. The contents of his stomach decided that they wanted their freedom once again and rocketed from his mouth. As he recovered, the fire alarm slowly faded and the sounds of a raging battle finally registered with his beleaguered brain.
"OH SHIT! MARTIN! f%$k! MARTIN! GET YOUR f%$kIN' ASS UP!"
"I know that voice," Eric thought, "why is it so far away though?"
"MARTIN YOU BETTER FIND A f%$kIN' WEAPON AND USE IT, YOU f%$kIN' ASSHOLE! GET UP, GOD DAMNIT!"
Dust and smoke clouded the air as dozens of bullets pinged and ricocheted around him. Eric looked curiously at the small man yelling into his face and reaching for his rifle.
"Gomez, that's his name," Eric thought through the fog in his head, "what the f%$k is going on?"
A rifle was thrust into Eric's hands and he was dragged behind the smoldering wreckage of his HMMWV.
"ARE YOU OK?" Gomez yelled at him, over the din of the battle, his voice slowly becoming clearer.
"WHAT THE f%$k HAPPENED?" Eric yelled; his own voice strangely distorted.
"IED. THOSE f%$kERS WERE JUST WAITIN' FOR US; GUNNY IS GIVIN' US SOME COVER FIRE WITH THE MRAP. WE NEED TO GET THE f%$k OUTA HERE. NOW!" Gomez replied pointing back over his shoulder, before again leaning out from behind the destroyed vehicle and firing burst from his SAW.