Ranger - Anti-Personnel Ambush
It is 0145 and the Ranger platoon commander has been woken up and assigned a mission against the godless communists invading Puerto Oro from the north. All I'd wanted was a mission...and for my sins, they gave me one. It was "anti-personnel ambush" just south of a small village that no one cared about enough to even give it a goddamn name. It didn't matter. We'd be out there wasting PSRF guerillas and that was alright with me. Three weeks in this shithole and I'd barely seen anything more dangerous than the skanks down at the local watering hole. By 0300, I'd gotten the briefing and planned out my next move. The platoon was to be inserted by UH-60s to the west of the objective. We'd move out in a zigzag fashion to get to the objective release point two kilometers away. If we weren't blown away by an enemy ambush ourselves, we would get to the Objective Rally Point, send in the rear and flank security teams and then position the assault an