This was Private Coleman’s first tour of duty, and he was scared. He had been shot in the hand and shipped back to the medical ward at HQ to heal up, but he knew they weren’t going to send him home. They needed all the men they could get. He had never seen anything like it.

The first patrol the company went out on, they were confident, bordering on cocky, which proved to be their downfall. They were ambushed, tried to put up a fight but failed. Even worse, Captain Griffin III had gotten wounded as they were on the retreat. His loss ended up being for nothing.

Then before they could even recover from their first patrol, they were attacked again, this time at home. Coleman himself had put up a good fight, and the enemy suffered many losses in the beginning of the battle, but they just kept coming. That’s when Coleman got shot in the hand, as they were on the defensive and trying to mount a comeback. Even still, they thought they almost we’re going to take the win when Sgt. Pryor made a charge. Unfortunately he got court-martialed for taunting. He couldn’t understand why he was reprimanded for that since the entire reason they were here was to kill, kill, kill.

After it was over, they were broken men. The new skipper, McCown, had been hit by an explosion and was out of commission. They were without a leader, and in this war where there seemed to be no end, they were also without a reason to keep going. Corporal Shelton couldn’t stop shaking and repeating the words “Pro Bowl, Pro Bowl” as if it meant something.

Apparently PFC Gordon shot himself in the foot again even though he was just about to be rotated back to the front line. Gordon said he shot himself for his own good, but knew it was because he didn’t want to share the same fate as the rest of them.

Pvt. Coleman couldn’t tell if they were losing the war or if the brass wasn’t letting them win the war. He only knew one thing for sure: Browns season is hell.  

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