Nordby, a tall, blonde hair, blue eyed, built like a brick shithouse has been serving with Sgt. Rock for the past six years and he is a sniper/boozehound, from Minnesota. Waller, has dark hair and blue eyes, and is about the same size as Nordby. He is the guy always making strange references to bodily functions, and jokes about everything, is a demolitions expert/boozehound.

Luoma is also huge, with dark hair and brown eyes. He tends to be quiet and reserved with a great sense of humor. He operates the SAW or Squad Automatic Weapon and is also a booze hound. This weapon is a weed eater that barks.

Bobaganush is the humorist of the outfit, and the shortest, at five feet, eight and a half inches and two hundred pounds. Blonde hair and blue eyes that are undeniably Minnesotan would be his trademark.

Bobaganush is the close quarter combat specialist who is highly talented with the nine-millimeter and the M-16A3 rifle and also enjoys booze. Bobaganush is also Sgt. Rock’s superior. They are both about the same age and “Nush” as he is known, did not mind taking a pay and rank hike.

All of these men answered only to President Obama and Colonel Haze. Colonel Haze has been a long time friend and sometimes enemy of the unit. Haze tends to swing with the political wind, without always taking into account the safety of his men. “Officers,” said Sgt. Rock, “are the pain in my ass that there is no pill for.”

All of that aside, the guys were at a bar when they got the call. Luckily, it was early in the afternoon and they were kind of sober. They all looked at each other solemnly and got up in unison to depart the bar and get ready for the mission.

Two hours later, they were all at Headquarters gearing up, and getting mission specs. After they got all their operations equipment, they proceeded to the briefing room. In there, they met with Colonel Haze. Colonel haze always looked either worried or nervous all the time. His gray hair was a testament to his stress level.

“Well, Fog, what have we got?” Sgt. Rock said, smiling broadly. “It’s Haze, dumbass, fog is what war is.” Haze retorted. Then Bobaganush says, “All right, girls, do you need a powder break?” Then Nordby chimes in “Yeah, let’s quit fucking around and get down to the business of killing Terry Taliban.”

Then Luoma says, “Hey, settle down, Luke, you know we always have a good laugh before a spree of unadulterated homicide.” “Yeah, Luke, shut the fuck up before I pee in your cheerios.” Waller said. “I hate cheerios.” Nordby replied. “Everybody, can it!” Sgt. Rock commands. The room grows quiet.

“Operation Impending Doom is what you are charged with gentlemen.” The colonel spoke in an even and solemn tone continuing, he said, “As you all know, Osama Bin Laden’s son has recently been killed in an airstrike with a drone.” This drew an array of reactions from the herd in the room.

To be continued…..