The relative calm of D-5's landing bay suddenly burst into a roar of sound as te first "Hell Hound" landing craft touched down. Inside, Lieutenant Hughes and his fast attack squad readied for a quick departure. Sgt Caldwell, the ranking NCO prepared in his own unique way by spitting out a large wad of chewing tobbaco on the floor and replacing it with a mass of chewing gum. The rest of the eight man squad checked and rechecked their weapons as thuroughly as possible.
As usual, the red light above the exit ramp turned green, indicating the ramp was about to drop.
"Green Light!" screemed Hughes.
The Ship shuddred with it's impact into the ground, but as soon as the shock had departed, the squad released from their safety harnesses. The ramp crashed down and the first wave exited with haste,, prepared for a heavy firefight.
As soon as the fast attack squad had departed, Master Sgt. Zeigler readied himself to lead the rest of the platoon out into the Landing Zone.
"Let's move!" he screamed after recieving a thumbs up from PFC Young, who was manning the dropship ramp heavy machine gun......