September 2, 2016
Fort Lewis Washington
Staff Sergeant Richard Garner gently picked up the baseball. It was pretty worn out from years of use. Garner examined the ball and saw the name Derek Jeter signed on it. While most people would keep a signed ball on some pedestal to sell at a later date. He on the other hand wasn't planning on selling it. " Hey Serge why are we playing baseball." Specialist John Carter said. Garner looked over at the third base man.
"Well Specialist since today is a donza. I figured we would play some ball for PT. Before you'll can enjoy your four day" He said. He had a bit of a Brooklyn accent. He looked at the catcher Private Louise Gonzales. She moved two fingers downwards. He nodded before throwing a slider towards her striking out the man on plate. "If you prefer to run three miles then go right ahead." He said catching the ball.
" But why baseball Sir." Carter said. "Why not something like football?" Garner just shook his head as he threw a fast ball to Gonzales as a practice throw.
" Well simple I Prefer baseball." He said. "And since I am the ranking officer at this moment we are..." His voice was cut off as a large shadow loomed over him. He looked up wards. "What the hell." He said as he stared at a large unidentifiable ship loomed right in front of the sun. "Game's over. Get to your posts." He said his voice changing from friendly and upbeat to serious.
November 2nd 2016
Forward operating Base Denver Colorado.
Garner stepped out of the Humvee into the cold Denver air. He let out a breath that immediately turned visible. For the last two months The Others as the government calls them have been cutting lines threw the continental United States.
Garner lost most of his platoon the 38th infantry in the Battle for Seattle. Since then what was left of the 38th was absorbed by different divisions.
Garner walked towards a small group of hastily made barracks. Entering one of them he walked to the main room and looked over the men and women he would serve with in the 102nd. " Attention." He said trying to get the attention of the room.
Fort Lewis Washington
Staff Sergeant Richard Garner gently picked up the baseball. It was pretty worn out from years of use. Garner examined the ball and saw the name Derek Jeter signed on it. While most people would keep a signed ball on some pedestal to sell at a later date. He on the other hand wasn't planning on selling it. " Hey Serge why are we playing baseball." Specialist John Carter said. Garner looked over at the third base man.
"Well Specialist since today is a donza. I figured we would play some ball for PT. Before you'll can enjoy your four day" He said. He had a bit of a Brooklyn accent. He looked at the catcher Private Louise Gonzales. She moved two fingers downwards. He nodded before throwing a slider towards her striking out the man on plate. "If you prefer to run three miles then go right ahead." He said catching the ball.
" But why baseball Sir." Carter said. "Why not something like football?" Garner just shook his head as he threw a fast ball to Gonzales as a practice throw.
" Well simple I Prefer baseball." He said. "And since I am the ranking officer at this moment we are..." His voice was cut off as a large shadow loomed over him. He looked up wards. "What the hell." He said as he stared at a large unidentifiable ship loomed right in front of the sun. "Game's over. Get to your posts." He said his voice changing from friendly and upbeat to serious.
November 2nd 2016
Forward operating Base Denver Colorado.
Garner stepped out of the Humvee into the cold Denver air. He let out a breath that immediately turned visible. For the last two months The Others as the government calls them have been cutting lines threw the continental United States.
Garner lost most of his platoon the 38th infantry in the Battle for Seattle. Since then what was left of the 38th was absorbed by different divisions.
Garner walked towards a small group of hastily made barracks. Entering one of them he walked to the main room and looked over the men and women he would serve with in the 102nd. " Attention." He said trying to get the attention of the room.