In a land far, far away a few weary soldiers stand vigilant in the face of terrorism. This is an ill-fated attempt to put together all the many pieces and stories that is now in our unforgettable past.
In every story there has to be a beginning, end, middle or something to paint the picture. Imagine a land far from your imagination, a landscape so desolate you would think you were on another planet. Actually we are stationed on a FOB (forward operating base) in western South Dakota. A land very desolate and far from civilization as we know it.
Our group of soldiers is led by LT Frank a veteran of ROTC and its many vast deployments to overnight camping trips. The second in command is SPC Jeffrey, he serves as the translator/mechanic/weapons expert/nutritional advisor and spiritual guru. He is seconded by SPC Money a self proclaimed financial expert who is aspiring to be a millionaire in the next three months. Next in the hierarchy is SPC John who was drafted from his civilian world and transported many miles away from normal sanity to a place better forgotten. At his side is SPC One-shot, by far the best slingshot in the entire west rivaling even the biblical David? And last but not least is the sometimes cranky SPC Marx who is the group’s resident comedian.
These are our adventures, this blog is purely fictional. The names have been changed to protect the innocent/ignorant/poor/ambiguous and depressed. Please enjoy our adventures.
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