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Post by Carwood Lipton on Oct 3, 2009 23:12:50 GMT -7
Carwood nearly hit the ceiling, he jumped so high out of his bed when Sobel screamed at them. [Alright, that might've been a slight exaggeration, but Sobel was a loud talker, and that always seemed to make all the soldiers jump]
This was probably the worst week for the soldiers of Easy Company. Running Currahee twice in two days was the worst thing you could do to them. Carwood was still very sore from running up that stupid hill yesterday. He got up anyway. It was an unfortunate duty of his.
As he changed into his heavy uniform, he saw all of the other men roll over and groan uncomfortably in their beds. He completely understood their pain. Being in Easy Company was no easy task. Especially with Captain Sobel up their asses twenty five hours a day.
That's right.. twenty five.
He sighed, and unfortunately did not hesitate to yell: "Come on boys! Time to run!
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George Luz
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Post by George Luz on Oct 3, 2009 23:13:34 GMT -7
George didn't remember falling asleep last night. He must've been too damned tired after running up Currahee, and then racing Frank. He woke up, almost too tired to move or think. Why, Sobel.. WHYYYY?!??!?!
He rolled off the side of the bed in attempts to wake himself up faster. He landed on the hard floor, and the loud thump could be heard across the hut they were living in.
Success!! He thought to himself. His method worked... sortof.
Ow. He got up and rubbed the arm he landed on and rushed to put on his proper uniform and boots, etcetera. He ran past Perconte, patting him roughly on the shoulder. He yelled at him sarcastically: "I hope you're as excited about running this damned hill as I am!" Then he trotted out of the room.
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 4, 2009 12:53:54 GMT -7
Frank rolled his eyes as Luz shoved him playfully, pulling on his PT gear. Then, he followed them out.
He glanced as Sobel as he passed, dark eyes narrowing briefly behind the tall man's back. But, he jogged alongside Lipton as they headed for Mount Currahee. 'Another day, eh, Lip,' he greeted.
He picked up his speed to catch up with Luz. Sobel was coming up behind them, before checking his watch.
'I want you all to be up this hill and back in twenty two minutes,' he said. 'Or you will all be on Latrine duty for the rest of the week. Now, run!' He raced ahead of them.
Perco sighed and began to run.
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Oct 4, 2009 16:35:15 GMT -7
Carwood jogged along and looked to see Perconte approaching from behind him.
Yeah.. Just another day in Easy Company.
Lipton sounded less than thrilled as he said this. Why did Sobel have to be such an ass hole? Lipton often wondered what it was he had against the boys. Of course, when asked, he said he had nothing against them, but every soldier in the company knows that there's something. They just couldn't figure it out.
Lipton understood that being in Easy Company meant hard work, dedication, sweat, and blood, but never did they think they'd br dealing with a man such as their leader, Captain Herbert Sobel.
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George Luz
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Post by George Luz on Oct 4, 2009 16:40:43 GMT -7
Luz saw Perconte approach him at quite the speed. At the same time, he heard Sobel running up from behind them. Luz hated running Currahee, as did all the other soldiers, but always tried to make light of any situation. It was what he was good at. He was the class clown of their division. "22 minutes eh?" He looked towards Perconte, "You like cleanin' toilets, Perco? I'm ready to kick your ass in a race this time!"
An arrogant grin crawled across his features as he challenged his friend. This race would be no easy one, for Currahee was no funny buisness. It was essentially a pain in the ass, and if they failed, they'd all have to pay the price.
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Post by spockrocksmysocks on Oct 5, 2009 16:02:52 GMT -7
Malarkey grinned as he listened to Luz and Perconte banter back and forth, but as the unit continued to run, he became more and more tire, more and more out of breath. More and more annoyed. But he couldn't stop. No one could, unless they wanted to flunk out and miss out on the oppertunity of a life time, to be a paratrooper. He wanted those wings, just like everyone else.
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 6, 2009 10:46:14 GMT -7
[Does anyone have a plot? Just in case any you have any ideas where to take this?] 'You keep talkin', George!' Perco challenged in return as they took to the hill. His lungs were already burning half way up the hill, his hair sticking to his forehead. But, he kept a steady pace alongside Luz, sometimes shooting glances over his shoulder to look at Malarkey, or Lip. And Sobel watched them with a hawk's gaze, jaw ticking when soldiers lagged behind.
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Oct 7, 2009 6:12:36 GMT -7
[Golly, I don't got any ideas xD It's kind of just.. going.]
Lipton saw every soldier glance back atleast once. He knew exactly why, and that was because of Captain Sobel. He intimidated everyone because of his lack of patience and understanding. Easy COmpany had no excuses for anything.
Lipton sped up a little more after looking back to see Sobel getting faster. No one wanted to run near him, so when he sped up, the entire Company sped up.
He could feel his throat burning, and air was harder to take in. His forehead dripping with sweat, as was the rest of him. He felt his limbs begin to stiffen ever so slightly, but he fought to keep moving.
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George Luz
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Post by George Luz on Oct 7, 2009 6:18:11 GMT -7
"Hey Frank, I ain't just talkin'! I could beat you anyday! .. Except for yesterday, but that doesn't count!" Luz said this in fragmented sentences, catching his breath between each part. His hair was also glued to his forehead now, and it would infront of his eyes every now and again.
Luz losing concentration of the task at hand, finding it exceptionally difficult to keep going when it felt like his feet had snapped off on the way up. He's almost tripped over a rock a few times, and after getting back up, he'd quickly glance back to see if Sobel had seen. So far he'd been safe.
"My God, Frank.. -How does he expect us to do this 3 or 4 times a week.-"
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Post by spockrocksmysocks on Oct 7, 2009 16:14:10 GMT -7
" Becasue he's delusional, that's how." Malarkey interjected, reaching up and wiping his brow with the back of his hand, a futile move, since he was sweating like mad.
Casting a glance at Skip, who was grinning broadly, Malarkey pushed himself to the top of the hill, the sounds of the men heaving and huffing, griping and moaning. Occasionally singing.
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Post by George Luz on Oct 9, 2009 13:28:09 GMT -7
Luz huffed and puffed as they reached the top. He could hardly talk, but managed to let out a: "Delusional?? -I think that's a slight understatement-" He proceeded to wipe the sweatr from his forehead, and wondered if Sobel would notice if he just rolled down the hill. He's probably go faster, and it would be a lot easier for him...
Ok no.
Captain 'Sore-ass' Sobel would definately notice that.
He sighed, and continued on.
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 10, 2009 5:40:15 GMT -7
Frank didn't say much as he sweated his way up Currahee, giving an almost relief-filled sigh as he touched the stone at the top and turned to head back down. Running down the hill was much easier than running up.
Except, you had to make sure you didn't stumble and fall. If you tripped up hill, you usally only fell forward. But, tripping downhill was a different matter. There was only downwards to go and you'd definately get to the bottom before the other paratroopers.
'We can do this,' he told them, wondering if a slight rise in morale would get them to the bottom faster.
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Oct 11, 2009 20:05:18 GMT -7
Carwood appreciated the attempt at getting the boys more motivated. Good morale was a very positive thing in the military, it often helped soldiers through extreme situations. Although Lipton wasn't sure it was helping right now. The soldiers knew this was just an annoying exercise and they wanted nothing more but to get back to the barraks, sleep, and relax.
Carwood patted Perconte on the back and smiled, then continued running.
The bottom seemed to approach faster and faster, as running downhill was much easier.
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 16, 2009 11:01:07 GMT -7
And they finally hit the bottom. In record time.
Perconte couldn't help, but let the grin spread on his face. He punched the air, before slapping Malarkey on the shoulder. 'We did it,' he grinned, looking across as Sobel came towards them.
He looked annoyed that he couldn't revoke them, so he stiffly turned away and stalked towards the barracks.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2009 13:48:30 GMT -7
Winters gulped down air at the bottom, nodded to the men as they finished. "Good job." He said softly to the first group and an encouraging "Next time." to the last few stragglers- who would be drilled on by Sobel no doubt. He ran a hand through his red hair then rested his fists on his hips turning to see their commanding officer. He saluted, and motioned for his platoon to head back to their barracks for inspection.
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