** Language and mild sexual references**
Things had been calm since the pirate’s deception a few days ago. Our attention was focused completely on the trolls again; and now we had reinforcements. It had been a month since the initial landing but the ninth battalion had finally made it to Tor’ Wassa. Their transport had taken considerable damage in a storm early in the voyage, and had to return to Kul’ Tiras for repairs. Regardless of the razzing between us, they were a welcome sight. Our company was camped at a resupply station along the main road to the center of the island when they came marching up from the beach.
“Damn it’s hot.”
“Not as hot as the day Johnny Viti got married, Quick.” I glance over at Lucky as Doc Holly cleans a wound on the back of my leg.
“Who’s Johnny Viti?”
“Hm… I don’t know. I read it somewhere.” About that time a fellow marine points out our reinforcements walking up the road.
“Shit it’s Rockhide Morgan.”
“And the ninth all dressed up for Sunday school.” I say, finishing his thought.
“You guys forget to set the alarm, where ya been?” one of my squad mates questions them.
“Back home in east Boralus, screwing your girlfriend.” Replies one of their sergeants. A few of us laugh. Bill calls out, ”I have a girlfriend, lucky me.”
One of them tells us to step aside exclaiming, “Kul Tiras’s finest are here now!” To which Lucky responds, “And I’ve been here for some time!” We call out in triumph that it was one of our own that had the final say. Soon they’d have the bragging rights that we did. Once they had seen the things we had seen.
Not long after the ninth arrived, the eighteenth infantry from Lordaeron landed on the beach east of us. They sought to establish shipping lanes to the west for their own betterment. They were a well-supplied group to say the least. The morning after their landing a few marines from across the division, including myself went down to pay them a friendly visit.
We gathered at the tree line and watched the footmen moving rations. We didn’t wait long before a horn sounded and Troll bat riders flew over the beach and the workers ran for cover. A marine crouched next to me points out to his buddy that these guys didn’t know the Trolls bomb the bases inland, not the beach. As footmen ran away we ran in and began breaking into creates and taking whatever we could carry. Men filled their sea bags with an assortment of rations. The whole thing only lasted a few minutes before guards spotted us and ordered us to leave everything as it was. None of us listened, after grabbing a few last minute supplies we broke for the jungle. Some marines around me carried whole creates of rations with them, taunting the guards as they gave chase. We were familiar with the jungle however, so we lost them fast.
I returned to my squads fox den a few hours later. Quick was sitting on a downed palm tree trunk. He was afflicted with dysentery and spent his time there, when there wasn’t any fighting.
“Anything happen while I was out foraging?” Bill looks over his shoulder at me.
“Dinah Rose stopped by giving out blowjobs, what’d ya get?” I breathe a short laugh and begin to unpack my bag.
“Half a box of crackers, cherries, peaches, a few bags of sugar cookies I traded with some guys over in F Company for the rest of the crackers. And I thought we’d all enjoy these.” I toss Bill a bottle of whiskey and study the other one myself.
“Eighteen year old whiskey from Hillsbrad, not bad. Where did you find it?”
“Officers trunk. Never know what you might find in the jungle right?”
We stash our new supplies in the back of our den and settle in for the fast approaching night. The Trolls own the night. There is no doubt that they will try and infiltrate our lines at night a cut a few throats.