The War for Nonpo-- Pink Beaches

[Martzin]

It was a hot, sunny day on the sands of Suzu Beach, where K Company had just made landing; Adan Howard, his hands gripped to his Trifold shovel had been digging out a fox-hole from a crater for the past minute while men from 1st platoon covered their front. Just up ahead was a tangle of vines, thick tree trunks and branches that was a ruined jungle; there was no enemy opposition.

K Company was positioned to the right(or south on a map)of I, who landed on the first wave. L was landing next. The troops were digging into the coast to set up a field area; they wouldn't have any Japs bothering them, and if any were alive or even there in the first place(there were no signs of pillboxes or bunkers)they were buried ten feet deep under snapped trees and boulders.

"Guess the Japs gave up when they knew we were comin'," Mack said as he wiped the sweat off his face. "There aint a single dink body in this whole place!"
Mack was shirtless, carelessly shoveling away the solid pink sand some yards away from his bud Digger, and Harding not far from him. More troops were landing farther down the beach, scrambling off their amtracks and taking cover behind mounds of sand.

The entire fortification of the coast took hours. Once 2nd platoon finished digging their foxholes, they switched roles with 1st and watched the jungle. Soon enough the sun began to set in the backdrop of the navy blue atmosphere.

"CP, CP, CP..." Reno spoke into the radio phone under the shade of a cam tent. "CP, standby for SITREP, over."

"This is CP, standing by."

Reno spoke into the radio as he surveyed the area around him. "...Beach-head is secure and all waves have landed. No casualties are reported, landing completely un-opposed... How do you copy?"

"Lima Charlie, White Chicken 07. Sitrep acknowledged, out."
Reno put the radio phone back on the table. He stood still for a second watching the row of fox-holes with men in them, his eyes stopping at a group of three sitting around a space-heater cooking MREs.

Reno's memory suddenly jolted, recalling the speech the platoon leader Carson gave just before the troops stepped onto the amtracks. The garrison deployed to the planet were not to be given any additional shipments from the outside; they had to finish the job with the equipment provided to them. The fleet was made of three troop transport ships, each carrying their respective company, and accompanying them was five supply ships. That was all there was to it.

Won't matter, Reno thought. We'll handle 'em on our own.

...

"Hey, anyone got a spare candy bar?" Healy looked up from his mess-tin at his two squadbuddies.

Powalski shook his head, saying, "Even if I did Heal, I wouldn't give it to you," in an amusing jeer.
"Nah Healy, i ain't got nothin'," Dan responded as he continued to sift the can of beans over the space heater. "Man, it's fucking hot down here..."

Garth scoffed. "It's 110 degrees here, Rot. Ain't gonna cool down any time soon, either."

"Fuuuck..." Rotten hung his head, took off his helmet and wiped the sweat off his forehead; "It's like a god damn oven down here..." Healy proceeded to scoop fruit from his mess-tin.

"You'll get use to it," he added.

...
...

It was near midnight. Everyone was still up with their rifles in their hands watching the edge of the line. Dubi peered over the edge of his fox-hole, while Mikhail, the Russian, laid next to him attempting to find time to sleep.

He was staring at the jungle. High-rising palm trees with dark purple-pinkish leaves, looming pantone pink trees that shielded their trunks with walls of fronds, and yellow bushes that stuck out in the background of general darkness;

Out there he could see things move. Shuffling between the leaves, crawling through the ground... things slithering through the network of broken branches that all intertwined together.

He put his hand on the trigger.

It's those fucking Japs, they're coming for a night ambush! he kept thinking to himself.

He mustn't have been the only one seeing things, because other marines started firing shots every five minutes.

Mikhail continued to sleep during this, with his helmet tilted askew to cover his eyes.
In the darkness Dubi could've sworn he saw a shadow ruffling through the yellow bush ahead of him, and he took the shot.

Blam blam blam!

"Ayy.. blyat!" Mikhail drawled. "What are you firing at?"
Dubi stayed still for a second. His muscles were tense and he felt stuck in place.
Soon enough, he could feel the sweat over his body again and his muscles slowly relaxed.

"Coulda sworn I saw a Jap in the bushes, Heavy..."

"Well, did you get him?!"

Dubi glanced at Mikhail dumbfounded, then looked back at the bush; it was only swaying gently.

"I'm not even sure if anyone's there..."

"Bah..." Dmitri flipped the helmet over his eyes, and rolled onto his side. "Wake me up when it's 0100,"

"okay..." Dubi responded drearily. He could feel his eyes getting heavy, and his shoulders sinking. Blinking felt like a chore and after moments of persisting he lowered his gun and rested his head on his hands for a second;

"Maybe if I just rested my eyes..."

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It was dawn. Murdoch checked his watch.
"0550."
Reno was asleep next to him. Murdoch leaned against the side of his fox-hole staring at the horizon.

The whole beach was covered in a deathly cold mist, painted a soft shade of blue illuminated by the rising sun; Cyan glew above the sky, and a thin white line shone along the horizon. The clouds on the Sun's side changed from grey to blue; And, for a moment, the world held it's breath in silence for a timeless moment... and then the sun shined out, and Nonpo looked beautiful.

"amazing..." Bryant whispered through chattering teeth, he and Adan huddled close together for warmth. His body was shaking profusely.

"...who knew a place so hot could get so fucking cold?..."

[Karmac]

I have to go back through and read all these in one hit everytime you update this because it's so satisfying to read it like a book

[Mook476]

I love these stories keep em up.

[Kavlo]

fuk y wont anyone give me a candy bar feelsbadman

This was a good read though I enjoy the suspense.

[CrimsonAerospace]

Damn fine read. K Company lacks a certain ginger-touch however..

Good writing though, keep it up.

[Martzin]

Damn fine read. K Company lacks a certain ginger-touch however..

Good writing though, keep it up.

What would this ginger-touch be?

[CrimsonAerospace]

What would this ginger-touch be?

My boy Bigby Farkas. It's not a party without the southern-accented combat engineer.

[Martzin]

My boy Bigby Farkas. It's not a party without the southern-accented combat engineer.

In that case, post your dossier, mate.

[CrimsonAerospace]

In that case, post your dossier, mate.

I would, but sadly I've lost it to time. And because it's on an old account.

[Martzin]

Shame. Would've been nice to have an extra character.