Spot. Me in the War
Part 2 - The Guys

I came out of the tent, blinking in the strong sunlight which flittered through the jungle canopy, amid the chorus of parrots calling to each other.

Johnny came running over to me. "What’s going on, Del Boy?" he asked. "What did the C.O want? What did he say?"

"Woah, hold on!" I said. "He’s given me and Spot a mission. Do you want some?"

"Depends," he said. "Is it dangerous?"

"No," I replied, "should be back in about a week."

"Liar," he said. "What’s really going on?"

"There’s a crashed plane with some top brass on it and some papers. That’s all I know."

"Sounds like fun," he said. "I wasn’t doing anything anyway".

Now, Johnny was a good lad and you could always rely on Johnny if things got rough.

"Who else?" he said.

"What about Ginger Reynolds?" I asked.

"Then there’s Ripper and Trigger." The terrible twins as they were called, not that they were twins but they were such good mates they went everywhere together. Like twins, they were inseparable.

"Then we just need two more," I said.

"Jinga the Gurkha is one," Johnny said. "He’s a good man."

"And Stepolos the Greek," I said. "He’s good with a knife."

"Then that’s it," I said "Get them together and we’ll ask them."

"O.K., Boss" said Johnny, heading off amid all the hustle and noise of the camp.

I decided to have a shower while I could. There would be no chance of one once the mission got started. I say it’s a shower, but it’s really an old oil drum hanging on a tree with three holes punched in the bottom of it. Still, it works. Somewhat, anyway.

Spot stayed outside the makeshift canopy of canvas that was supposed to keep the shower private. He would not come and join me. Pity really, because he did stink. I had barely finished and gotten dressed when Johnny came and found me.

"I’ve got them all together, Skip," he said. "They’re in the mess tent."

"O.K." I said, heading towards that part of the camp. I walked into the low and dismal light inside of the tent. No other light as allowed into the tent, apart from a torn and dirty mosquito net that draped over the front entrance.

"At ease, lads," I said "We don’t want none of that standing to attention lark." They all stood about, smoking and drinking the last of their ration of beer and fags.

"What’s this one then, Del Boy," they said in unison.

"We’ve got a dodgy one," I said. "Suffice to say that not all of us will be coming home. It can get that hairy". I told them all they needed to know without going into too much detail.

"You’re not taking that smelly mutt are you, Del Boy?"

"The Nips can smell him from about two miles away," said Stepelos the Greek.

"That smelly mutt will one day save your worthless lives," I said. "Yes, he goes. We’re going to need his nose, ears and his eyes. Pack your kit. Minimum rations. Maximum ammo. We need to travel fast. We leave at 0600 hours tomorrow at dawn."

Written By: Gamestar
Edited By: TheAmericanIdiot
Coded By: Whydidijoin