6/23/2008
Posted by: Haggard
Just as I get to know these new guys they’re always yanked away. Wasn’t my fault this time around, though. I actually told him to go to the bathroom before we left base. But, no, he just had to hunker down right in the path of that big ol’ tank. Really sad, when you think about it.
R.I.P Bobby Sanford.
The worst part of it is that I know he would’ve wanted me to have that Impala. But I’m not sure he ever told his wife. I’ll make sure to call her as soon as I can. Wouldn’t want a classic car like that to end up in the wrong hands.
Anyway. Squad down to three guys again. Just me, Sarge and Sweetwater. Really screws up our poker game. But I guess they’ll send us a new guy again pretty soon. There’s always some poor bastard earning a transfer to Bad Company.
6/23/2008
Posted by: Preston
Hanging out here in Lodz I‘ve been getting kinda friendly with some of the chopper pilots. I guess they knew about my old man flying in ‘Nam and stuff.
This one guy though, he’s been bugging me to take his bird out for a spin. And today I did. Not a great idea, as it turned out. A Blackhawk really doesn’t handle anything like my dad’s old Bell. On the other hand, if I had landed just a few feet further to the left I would have cleared the General’s limo just fine.
Got some M.P’s guarding me now, while the C.O. figures out what to do with me. Can’t say I’m too worried, though. It was just a couple of scratches and a busted windscreen. I’ll probably get off with a warning.
6/16/2008
Posted by: Sweetwater
OK, it’s official. We’re dead. I mean, seriously? The eastern front!? The rest of the army is in full retreat, and they’re sending us straight into the hornet’s nest. God, I hate being expendable!
Well, at least I’m not as stupid as Sanford and Haggard. Today I walked into camp and found them talking about home. Sanford even showed Haggard a photo of his wife and new daughter posing by some old car. Haven´t they seen any war movies? Showing anyone pictures of your family is like signing your own death warrant! If I had a wife, I wouldn’t look at the pictures myself. Hell, I wouldn’t even think about her. Except, maybe if it was one of the Olsen twins. Then I’d probably think about her. A little bit.
And her sister.
6/16/2008
Posted by: Haggard
Sarge says we’re getting our new orders tomorrow. Says they’ll probably be moving the whole company up east. The others kinda worry about it, but going toe to toe with the Ruskies sounds fine to me. And if everyone else is being pulled out, at least we’ll get a bit of elbowroom.
Also, I had a really good talk with Bobby Sanford about this ’58 Impala Convertible he’s got back home. Found it in a barn, with all original parts and the old w-series V8! Gonna fix it right up. I had to take a cold shower afterwards, just to calm down. I sure hope Bobby makes it through this war. Would be a crying shame if he never got to see that car again.
And his wife, I suppose.
5/11/2008
Posted by: Sweetwater
The way I figure it, putting me in ”the B” is the biggest tactical mistake the army has made in this entire war. I’m not the type of guy who’s supposed to be running around ambushing enemy convoys or blowing up airstrips! I scored 1500 on my SAT, for Christ’s sake! (well, almost…) If they put ten guys like me in a room with enough data power, we could bring down the Russian army in a week! Or at least seriously flood their mailboxes! Spam is the new WMD! Why can’t anyone see that?!
5/4/2008
Posted by: Haggard
The more I see of Europe the more I like it! It’s an interesting place, and as it turns out it has a lot of history(!). Sweetwater tells me they invented some really great things over here. Like dynamite, chewing gum and the wheel. Gunpowder, though, was invented in China, which kinda surprised me since I’ve never seen a Chinese man fire a gun. Also there are some interesting roadside attractions that I’m really gonna try to check out. Mostly towers, by the sound of it. Sweetwater told me about the Leaning tower of Pizza, which sounds like a really cool place. Another tower is called The Eiffel and it’s supposed to be really tall. Haven’t seen it yet, but I’ll keep checking the horizon.
4/29/2008
Posted by: Sarge
I can see it already. Off the coast of Cuba, with a marlin on the hook, feeling the power of the fish, fighting in the deep. I always imagine Johnson to be there. Just hanging around, keeping the beer cold. But Johnson’s dead and buried two years now. And the way things are looking with this new squad, maybe I’ll join him before I ever get a chance to hook that marlin. I’m trying my best to whip these guys into shape, but man, they really are the wrong stuff. The big redneck, Haggard, has trouble written all over him. And the kid, Sweetwater, shouldn’t even be here. Sanford is the only one who could pass for a real soldier. But he’s got that look about him that makes me think he’s not getting out of here alive.
4/19/2008
Posted by: Haggard
Man, I love being a soldier. No other job like it. Today I proudly followed our new Sergeant deep into hostile territory to destroy an important whatchamacallit on some big kinda thigamabob. It was smooth sailing all the way. Yours truly went all commando on their enemy asses and delivered some class A destruction. I set off this one explosion that really would have blown your mind. I don’t know why the call this “Bad company”. Ever since I got here I’ve had nothing but good things happen to me. Anyway, gotta go. New shipment of Claymores coming in this afternoon, and you know what they say about the… eh, early worm!
4/19/2008
Posted by: Sweetwater
God, I’m gonna die! I knew it when they transferred me to this messed up company. We’re all lambs for the slaughter here. I mean, we have real Russians actually shooting at us! Ironically though, the closest I got to getting killed today wasn’t by the enemy, but by this crazy redneck in our squad. Supposedly we were on a stealth operation, but as it turned out this genius rigged the entire factory with C4 and detonated it before we had time to clear the area. I was about ten feet from getting smashed by a falling smoke stack. God, I really need to be somewhere else.
3/28/2008
Posted by: Preston
There’s a lot of rumours going around about our B-company. It’s always referred to as “Bad Company” and apparently that’s where you end up if you do anything to piss off the brass. An expendable outfit they throw in to keep the enemy occupied while the real soldiers get their boots on. Like a cross between a special needs class and death row. Lots of B-company jokes around the base. But I’m starting to think maybe those guys are getting the better deal. At least they get to see some action.
3/20/2008
Posted by: Preston
Lodz. Shit, I’m still only in Lodz. Every time I fall asleep I dream about the war, but ever since then shipped us here, all I’ve seen is this boring, over crowded army base. I didn’t sign up to play cards and watch the war on CNN. I wanted to fight. But all we get to do is wait. I’m bored out of my mind and so is everyone else. One of these days someone is gonna do something stupid. Probably me.