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crummy cradle retake OPORD
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THE CAMERA MOVES PAST THE FACES OF THE MEN

              Boys.  Most are eighteen or nineteen years old.  Tough.
              Well-trained.  Trying to block out the fury around them.

              A DIRECT HIT ON A NEARBY LANDING CRAFT

              A huge EXPLOSION of fuel, fire, metal and flesh.

              THE LEAD LANDING CRAFT

              The Motorman holds his course.  Shells EXPLODE around them.
              FLAMING OIL BURNS on the water.  CANNON FIRE SMASHES into
              the bow.

              THE MOTORAMAN IS RIPPED TO BITS

              BLOOD AND FLESH shower the men behind him.  The mate takes
              the controls.

                                    A YOUNG SOLDIER
                        His face covered with the remains of
                        the motorman.  Starts to lose it.
                        Begins to shudder and weep.  His
                        name is DeLancey.

              THE BOYS AROUND HIM

              Do their best to stare straight ahead.  But the fear infects
              them.  It starts to spread.

                                    A FIGURE
                        Pushes through the men.  Puts himself
                        in front of DeLancey.

              The figure is CAPTAIN JOHN MILLER.  Early thirties.  By far
              the oldest man on the craft.  Relaxed, battle-hardened,
              powerful, ignoring the hell around them.  He smiles, puts a
              cigar in his mouth, strikes a match on the front of DeLancey's
              helmet and lights the cigar.

              DeLancey tries to look away but Miller grips him by the jaw
              and forces him to lock eyes.  Miller smiles.  DeLancey is
              terrified.

              Delancey Captain, are we all gonna die?

              Miller Hell no, two-thirds, tops.

              Delancey Oh, Jesus...

              Miller I want every one of you to look at the man on your
              left.  Now look at the man on your right.  Feel sorry for
              those to sons-of-bitches, they're going to get it, you're
              not going to get a scratch.  A few, including DeLancey, manage
              thin smiles.  Miller releases his grip on DeLancey who moves
              his jaw as if to see if it's broken.  Miller pats him on the
              cheek and moves on to the bow.

                                    MILLER
                        Looks over the gunwale at THE HELL
                        IN FRONT OF THEM.

              PAN DOWN TO MILLER'S HAND

              It quivers in fear.  Miller glances around, sees that none
              of the men have noticed.  He stares at his hand as if it
              belongs to someone else.  It stops shaking.  He turns his
              eyes back to the objective.

              THE LEAD LANDING CRAFT HITS THE BEACH

              The six surviving boats alongside.

              EXPLOSIVE PROPELLED GRAPPLING HOOKS FIRE

              From the landing crafts.  Arc toward the top of the cliffs.

              THE LEAD CRAFT RAMP GOES DOWN

              A river of MACHINE GUN FIRE pours into the craft.  A dozen
              men are INSTANTLY KILLED.  Among them, DeLancey.


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crummy savior o7
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(07-16-2022, 09:34 PM)dan Wrote: crummy savior o7
we are all soldiers in this meat grinder
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this thread seems better suited under shitposting so I moved it there, but very cool
#5
i did not put it in shitposting for a reason, the ministry of peace is oppressing's us
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