User:Dunstan Smit

My Story

A while back I joined some Irish Marines. I excelled in placing and defusing explosives so the military offered me a chance to be the demo specialist on a covert ops unit. I accepted. The years came and went as I fought in undisclosable locations. Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident. My team was taken to the Malton border. My mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 so that no civilians could get a hold of it. We mounted up on a jeep and went out, the streets were almost completely deserted, except for the snow...and a handful of school children. Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but I coudn't leave them. We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed on the floor. Her body attracted some Zs to our position. I panicked and opened fire. I put a whole clip into one of them and it didn't slow down. James got a lucky headshot on one of them. I yelled for my squad to aim for the head. Too late. They were close enough to grab now, the children ran away and I found myself under a pile of corpses. The next thing I remember was...me, like I was watching myself from a third person view. I know I mauled many innocent people, I still have nightmares about those people. Sometimes it was my own men I was attacking, in others I was descending on my mother while she was trapped in corner of my childhood home. Then one day I had a stroke of luck, someone jabbed me with something sharp while I was hunting in a fancy office building. Before I reacted my knees buckled and my entire body felt like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together. I woke up in a sick bay of sorts, with a huge headache. The burning summer sun was shining in my face. I felt several bullet scars on my body. I got up from the bed and noticed a small bump on the door frame to my left. It was a shoulder. Tensing for a quick scuffle I turned the door and grabbed the abomination's neck, I was aiming to snap it's neck. As fast as I had turned the corner I let go of her neck, it was a lady, a young one, with a dirty white coat and glasses. In her hand was a revolver and under her coat I could see the unmistakable bulge of 5 more revolver holsters. She giggled, she told me, in a sweet voice: don't worry, the place is heavily barricaded, nothin's getting in here, atleast...nothing without some imagination. Her gaze rested on my legs and she giggled some more. I was stark naked! I grabbed the old sheets from the bed inside the room I had been sleeping in. She handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn. At Perryn, I joined up with an American combat unit who was sent in to reclaim the Fort. I've spent nearly 7 months in that unit since then. --Dunstan 02:53, 17 February 2009 (UTC)

	I'm from the 82nd!
	This user is from the 82nd Airborne Division