User blog:Heatedpete/The Destruction of Laguna Presa

This is the second in my series of stories about Rush battles, this time about 'Laguna Presa.' It follows the path of Lieutenant Heston Russel, as he leads the assault on a Russian position overlooked by a newly-built dam. It does include some parts that aren't in the real battle (i.e. the Blackhawks), but they're there for a bit of fun. Also, please don't point out my bad grammar. as IDK!

Named characters

 * Lieut. Russel- AUG w/ Reflex Sight & R870 Combat
 * Private Morgan- AEK-971 w/ Smoke grenades
 * Corporal Doud- M16A2 ACOG
 * L. Corporal Grahams- M24 Sniper Rifle
 * Captain Sheets- F2000 w/ ACOG
 * 1st Sergeant Winters- M249 SAW
 * Gunner Keens- MG36 LMG

Un-named characters

 * Blackhawk Pilot
 * Starboard Minigunner
 * Naval Gunnery Officer (USS Carlton)
 * PT Boat driver

Chapter 1- Beachhead
Lieutenant Russel looked out of the side of the Blackhawk helicopter into the sunset. The Navy bombardment was drawing to a close, leaving a pall of smoke hanging over the LZ. Swinging around the door-mounted M240, the burly Texan began to scan for the elusive Russian soldiers hiding below in the treeline.

'ETA is thirty seconds Russel. Time to rake those hills till they're lined with brass' called the pilot. Russel motioned to the gunners on the M134s.

'Spool them up!' he shouted, pulling back the bolt on the M240. The sound of the two M134s' internal motor resonated through the helicopter, before the two miniguns began to spit streams of red tracer into the jungle below. As the lead helicopter, Russel's Blackhawk would be the first into the flak, but also first out.

'Tex!' shouted the starboard minigunner. 'We go-' Russel never heard the end of the sentence, as a sniper's bullet found the minigunner's head. More shots slammed into the helicopter, several coming close to the Pilot's head. Russel began shifting over to the cockpit, when a bolt struck his left thigh. His body twirled, falling to the ground, seemingly in slow motion. Private Morgan, a veteran soldier of 32 years, jumped off of the port minigun to catch his commander.

'There ya go Tex' grunted Morgan, as he caught the falling Lieutenant. 'Easy does it. You're gonna be OK.'

'Hope so Morgan, hope so' replied Russel. 'Pilot! Get us on the ground ASAP!' The pilot replied with a curt nod of the head. The dust and fire thickened as the helicopter began lowering itself onto the ground. 'All right, third squad on me! Lets go!' Russel rolled off out of the passenger door, letting the down draft from the helicopter's blades take him into clear air. His squad followed, although in a more dignified manner.

Corporal Dudd was unhappy, wet and seasick. 'I was meant to be in that first wave' he muttered 'but I had to go and get caught listening to my iPod. God damn that stupid 1st Sergeant.' After being released, Dudd had rushed to the flight deck of the USS Guadalcanal to get on the Blackhawks with his squad. However, the last one took off, leaving Dudd with only one option: assaulting the beach in a PT boat. Nothing could be worse for a soldier born in the farthest place from any coastline in the USA.