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Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

You work the tech stuff and I'll work the military angle hopefully getting the tech right. :)

The Combat Zone

We can use the OOC here to discuss what we are doing. I figure the crime has been committed. Our detectives stumble in on the mess and call it in. The CSIs and forensic people come in and start doing their work. Our dets try to figure out what happened and then get plainclothes to canvas the neighbors looking for witnesses. They have very little leads as out siblings go on a crime spree. Eventually, they catch up to them. Maybe out guys make a few other busts before they catch up to the Meaghan children?

The Combat Zone

Gabriel

Gabriel had gotten into a routine with his big sister after coming home. She worked at the club and Gabe protected her. He considered looking for a job, but his big sister was taking care of him so far and he was pretty cool with that. It was a good deal.

Gabe was unsure if his sister could do what needed to be done here. He actually kind of hoped he could do the deed, but he would follow his sister’s lead. As they climbed out of the white 2007 Hyundai, Allison shot him one line out of the side of her mouth without looking at him, "Remember, just stick to the plan and we'll be fine."

“No problem, Alli. You’re the boss,” Gabriel responded as he followed her up the front walk to the house. He looked around the neighborhood. The house was a brick and stone Victorian like many of the older houses in Emerson Gardens, one of Boston’s wealthy Brookline neighborhoods. A house like this would sell for about three hundred thousand out in the western part of the state, but here in the city, it sold for north of a million, easy. The houses were all so close together too, unlike what you find in the country or even the suburbs. “This chick’s got to be loaded living in a house like this. We should find something here.”

Standing on the walkway at the bottom of the steps, he watched his sister ring the doorbell. She glanced at Gabriel. He gave her a quick curt smile. They heard a voice from inside call out, "Coming."

Allison played the role of the Pizza delivery person as if that was her job. She was confident and had that lilt to her voice making her sound like she was no threat to the woman. "Hi there. Sorry for the delay, we're short on drivers. But at least we have another in training." Allison’s arm and head gestured toward Gabriel.

Gabriel raised an arm in mock salute with a slight smile.

Obviously, the woman had not ordered a pizza and wanted to tell the siblings they must have come to the wrong house. She called Allison dear; a term that pissed Gabe off. He wanted to pop her cherry right then, but he promised his sister, he would let her make the call. No joy this go around. The woman actually looked mildly attractive to Gabriel. He preferred his women younger and would seek out a younger woman for a future gig. But Allison set this one up and he would back her. Maybe Gabe could pick the next one. Knowing Allison, he knew she would consider the woman to be on the ugly side, but in fact Gabe knew she would definitely do in a pinch.

Allison feigned confusion about her alleged faux-pas. But before she could back out and leave, she produced a 9mm subcompact; one of those polymer constructions pieces intended to defeat metal detectors. She shoved the pistol into the woman’s face and forced her back into the house. Allison’s tone was serious. Gabriel quickly followed her inside.

"If you scream, you die. Is there anyone in the house?" The woman was terrified. It really excited Gabriel to see her this way. He really wanted to have her, just to see the doe eyes filled with tears as he had his way with her. But he would let Alli run the show tonight.

Gabriel closed and locked the door as they entered. Gabriel approached Allison just as she thrust her pistol into his chest. He took the handgun, pulled slightly on the slide to see the one brass cartridge visible in the chamber, then let it slip back inside. He removed the magazine and noticed there were nine rounds inside. He couldn’t not take the weapon and know what it could do. He had ten rounds if he needed them.

Gabriel was surprised by his sister’s next move. She covered the woman’s mouth, who Gabriel and just come to learn was Meredith. He saw a pile of mail all addressed to someone named Meredith Feinberg. Before Gabriel could tell her sister the woman’s name, she pulled out a switchblade, opened it and stuck it in the woman’s side. Poor Meredith wasn’t looking so well after that. Real hard to act sober after your liver has been lacerated. She swayed slightly. Maybe she passed out? Taking one knife wound shouldn’t kill a person, unless she was left to bleed out. He watched her fall to the floor and the dark red liquid slowly seeped onto the hardwood floor making a gradually growing puddle.

Allison looked at her brother, "Easier than expected. Let's see what goodies she has."

Gabriel looked longingly at the woman for several moments. He really wanted her, but not like this. He wanted the sexual gratification before the death, not after. He decided the moment was gone and began searching the house with his sister.

After a thorough search, Gabriel produced eight hundred dollars in cash; all Benjamins stuffed in her bra and underwear drawer. She also had a fine collection of gold necklaces and rings. Her credit cards might last for a few days before the companies call about fraud.

“Not a bad haul, sis,” Gabriel said after telling her what he found. He looked back at Meredith; her pool of blood ever widening before they headed out into the night.

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The next morning…

Detective James Graham

Roll call had been the usual. The shift supervisor told them daily to leave the businesses in the Combat Zone alone. Whatever they did was the mayor’s problem, not ours. Apparently, the mayor told the chief to leave them alone.

Jimmy Graham drove the black 2014 Dodge Charger with dark tinted glass away from the police precinct at 101 West Broadway and headed up toward Brookline. He had no place to go but felt like heading in that direction. He was hoping to stop at one of his favorite Italian bakeries. His mom was a hundred percent Italian. He was raised on Cannolis and biscottis. He and his partner, Jenna Michaelson had been working together for the past two years. They got along fairly well, and Jimmy knew he could trust her. That gave him a comforting feeling.

“Adelaide gave us a scare last night,” Jimmy told his partner. “She stopped breathing. Diane screamed at her and shook her. My poor wife was in tears. I gave her the Heimlich and that was all it took to get her back. We called for an ambulance. The EMTs checked her over and said she was fine. Diane took her to the doctor’s this morning after dropping Leo off at school. I saw Addy before I left the house this morning. I sure hope she is OK.” Jimmy was frightened talking about his 5-year old daughter.

The girl suffered from Cerebral Palsy and was confined to a wheel chair. The doctor cautioned that her intellectual capacity may never advance from where it is right now. She may act like a five-year-old for the rest of her life. She could not walk, and her head and arms made constant erratic movements. To her daddy, she had the most beautiful smile and would talk his head off if he let her.

The radio crackled to life, “Any units in the Brookline area, please check on the welfare of a Miss Meredith Feinberg, 41 Waverly.”

Jimmy picked up the handset, “Fox 6 is in the area. We’ll check it out.” Jimmy made a left on Thayer and headed for the address. “Probably some old lady that has not been outside in over a week. The neighbors get worried and call the cops.”

@Liv

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

I edited my post. I was being rushed out the door by the children, but wanted to post what I had. If you already read it, I changed it slightly; grammar and wording. I also added the NPCs in the Characters tab.

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

Non-Player Characters

Brigade Commander: Guy Strafford, 54, BG, US, Infantry, Ranger, (Virginia), British/Native American descent

Lieutenant Colonel Jessup R. Roy, UK, Infantry (Manchester, England) Commander: TF ROY(1-1 IN)
LTC Charles O. McCusker, UK Infantry (Edinburgh, Scotland) Commander: TF MCCUSKER (2-1 IN)
LTC Alexander F. Cox, UK, Infantry (Cardiff, Wales) Commander: TF COX (3-1 IN)
Captain Kevin Otto, US, Infantry (Dedham, MA) Commander, Team Bravo, TF Cox (3-1 IN)
Lieutenant Jürgen Fischer, GER, Infantry (Cologne, GER), First Platoon Commander, Tm B, TF Cox (3-1 IN). KIA
Hauptfeldwebel Kurt Lang, GER, Infantry (Paderborn, GER), First Platoon Sergeant, Tm B, TF Cox (3-1 IN). Acting Platoon Commander
Lieutenant David Moore, UK, Royal Marine Infantry, (Birmingham England), Third Platoon Commander, Tm B, TF Cox (3-1 IN).

Platoon Commander [2/B/3-1 IN]: Jacob Butterfield, 30, Lieutenant, Infantry, Ranger (Mississippi), British descent KIA
Platoon Sergeant [2/B/3-1 IN]: Milton Anderson, 32, Warrant Officer 2, Infantry/Commando, (Melbourne, Australia) Acting Platoon Commander

Squad Park (2nd Squad, 2nd Platoon, B Company, 3rd Battalion, 1st Infantry)
Squad Leader: Brian Park, 34, SFC, USA, SF, Korean American WIA
Asst. Squad Leader: Dieter Vogel, 31, Feldwebel, GER, KSK, German
Machine Gunner: Jeremiah Edwards, 29, Sergeant, USA, MARSOC, African American
Machine Gunner: Robert Browne, 26, Specialist, US 82nd Airborne, American of Mixed descent
Rifleman/Sniper: Jake Robson, 28, Corporal, UK, SAS, British
Rifleman/Sniper: Preston Simmons, 28, Sergeant, USMC Scout-Sniper, African American
Grenadier: Diego Velez, 27, Specialist, US, US Army Rangers, Mexican American
Grenadier: Frans Madsen, 26, Korporal, Royal Danish Jaeger Corps, Danish
Medic/AT Specialist: Casey Beckett, 27, Petty Officer 2nd Class, US, Fleet Marine Corpsman, American

LTC Robin T. Fitzgerald, USA, Armor (Little Rock, Arkansas) Commander: TF FITZGERALD (1-10 AR)
LTC Philip R. Collins, USA, Armor (Annaheim, California) Commander: TF COLLINS (2-10 AR)
Major Stephen Savinsky, USA, Infantry (Springfield, Massachusetts) Brigade Special Staff officer temporarily placed in command of the Brigade Reserve TF SAVINSKY
LTC Son Tran, USA, FA (Lansing, Michigan) Commander: 2-3 FA (24x155mm SP)

LTC James Dougan, USA, Engineer Coordinator for the Brigade (Fort Myers, Florida) Commander: 1st engineer battalion (hovercraft)
LTC Mare` Guimond, FR, Aviation (Alençon, Normandy, France) Commander: 901st heavy aviation lift battalion (VTOL)
LTC Charles Farnsworth, CA, Aviation (Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada) Commander: 335th attack aviation battalion (UCAV)
Captain David Trask, USA, Cavalry (Portland, Maine) Commander: TM WRANGLER reconnaissance troop (hovercraft)
LTC Jacob S. Mallory, UK, ADA (Cork, Ireland) Commander: 639th air defense artillery battalion
Major Jacob Dillon, UK, RM (Kent, England)TM DILLON LRRS-D
Captain Marcus Latham, USA, Marine, Warwick, Rhode Island, Commander, First Platoon, LRRS-D
Captain Jose Garcia, USA, Marine, El Paso, Texas, Commander, Second Platoon, LRRS-D
Captain Raymond Tessier, UK, RM Liverpool, England, Commander, Third Platoon, LRRS-D
LTC Katherine T. Wick, USA, Ordnance (Tacoma, Washington), Commander: 145th forward support battalion
Captain Robert S. Newton, UK, MP (Southampton, England), Commander: TM NEWTON MP company (Rear Security)
Captain Darlene Frances, UK, PO, (Glasgow, Scotland), Commander: 3rd Platoon, 405th Psychological Operations platoon

Post a random fact about yourself.

Lol...Ignoring unnecessary drama is a gift.

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

Brian Park was not surprised when they were informed, they were heading to a distant planet. He was curious of the name, Saina and knowing this bit of information actually pleased him. He really did not want to go to Africa. He’d already been there. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. Although he didn’t expect a trip to some distant world to be exactly pleasant, it had to be a hundred times better than Africa.

Park was given a squad in Team Bravo, 3rd Battalion, 1st Infantry, (Task Force Cox). The Battalion Task Force was named for its commander, Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Frances Cox, a Welsh officer who served as a Platoon Commander and Company Executive Officer in 3 Paras. He commanded an armoured infantry troop in 1 Royal Welsh Infantry and later served as the battalion’s quartermaster. After receiving special air service training, Alexander Cox served as Operations Officer in 22 SAS and later as its Executive Officer once promoted to Major. Alex Cox’ final unit of assignment was as the Division Operations Officer for the Scottish, Welsh and Irish Division which coincided with his promotion to Lieutenant Colonel.

Park inventoried his squad. He found their organization to be loose and informal, which suited his special operations mindset well. Most of his soldiers had served in an elite formation which helped with cohesion and professionalism of the squad. Dieter Vogel served in the German Kommando Spezialkräfte (KSK), leaving at the rank of Feldwebel. Vogel served as Park’s number two. Vogel stood 6’1” with very short dark hair and steel gray eyes. He was a very serious soldier. Jeremiah Edwards served as Sergeant in the US Marine Special Operations in one of the Raider Battalions. Jeremiah came from Southern California and was more laid back and relaxed than your typical jarhead; currently serving as machine gunner for the squad. Jake Robson was an SAS trooper from Northeast England; Tyne and Wear. Robson may have served with the Battalion Commander, LTC Cox who saw action in some of the same units. Undoubtedly, when Cox was a Major in Operations for 22 SAS, it was at the same time Robson was with the teams. Preston Simmons was a US Marine Scout Sniper who served with the SAS sniper as riflemen. Their marksmanship skills were unparalleled, probably even to Sergeant Park’s who was an accomplished sniper as well. Diego Velez served with the 1st Ranger Battalion before leaving and finding work with a Private Military Corporation. Frans Madsen served with the Royal Danish Jaeger Corps. His experiences were quite similar to the British SAS or US Navy SEALs. Velez and Madsen served as the squad’s grenadiers. Robert Browne, hails from Providence, RI and served with the US Army’s 82nd Airborne Division. The ninth and final member of the squad was a Canadian named Guy Fournier from the Montreal suburb of Boucherville. Corporal Fournier served with JTF2 and the Canadian Special Operations Regiment (CSOR) as a Combat Medic. He served a dual role in the squad as medic and as anti-armor specialist.

With the onset of alien invaders coming down on the squad and the entire motorized infantry brigade of humans currently defending the Grathik owned Talra station, Park’s squad was assigned an overwatch mission. They traded in their light machine guns for heavy .50 caliber machine guns. Fournier, Velez and Madsen would assist Edwards and Browne in keeping their oversized “pigs” fed. When they weren’t using their own weapons to try to shoot down the drones buzzing in their battalion’s Area of Operations (AO), they were assisting the machine gunners by providing them with ammunition and loading the guns when necessary. The large German was given primary responsibility for the two machine guns and their crews. Sergeant Park covered down with the snipers and communications with the Platoon Leader.

The squad was positioned on the roof of a multi-story building fortified with sandbags. Two M2 Browning Heavy barrel .50 caliber machine guns and assorted rifles oriented along a primary avenue of approach. Several hostile drones descended into the battalions AO, obviously intending to gather information on the friendly forces.

Lieutenant Colonel Alex Cox, Battalion Commander for Task Force Cox designated his B Company as the battalion’s main effort with three rifle platoons and one armor platoon. A Company provided flank security with two platoons. Third Platoon A Company was attached to D Company, 2nd Battalion, 10th Armor. Team Bravo, C Company and Team Delta each had an engineer platoon attached for breaching obstacles as necessary. A Company covered the right flank while C Company covered the left. Third platoon, C Company performed the role of Task Force Reserve. Park’s 2nd Platoon was taking lead with Park and his squad covering their movement. A squad from 1st platoon was performing a similar mission on an adjacent high speed avenue of approach. The entire battalion was spread out with three battalions abreast and two battalions following in support. They intended to establish contact with the enemy and eliminate their ability to gain information on who they were and what they were doing.

“We need to take out their eyes. We cannot let them learn anything about us. Let them know we are bunch of bad ass mother fuckers who should not be fucked with. If you see any enemy drones, exercise extreme prejudice. Turn the fuckers into piles of broken metal upon this station’s soil.” Sergeant Park was ready to throw down. He held up his HK416 carbine and peered through the scope. He found an unfamiliar looking drone and squeezed off a round. Then he picked up the handset to report to higher. He felt it was necessary to put the first round down range in order to lead by example that the squad should be engaging the drones in their forward sixty degree field of view.

“BUTTERFIELD, BUTTERFIELD, this is RIDDLER, over,” Brian park called over his radio.

Lieutenant Jacob Butterfield hadn’t chosen a very creative callsign, using his own surname. “RIDDLER, this is BUTTERFIELD, go ahead over!”

“BUTTERFIELD, this is RIDDLER, we have established contact with at least fifteen drones. They are approximately 500 meters from your point team. Request Alpha Delta Alpha assistance, if available, over.”

“Roger that, fifteen drones in our Alpha Oscar. Pushing Alpha Delta Alpha request up the net, out.”

The Lieutenant clicked off as the squad continued to engage drones. Brian pulled out his binoculars and scanned the sky over Task Force Cox’ AO. He counted eighteen drones on this last view, fearing there could be more. Dropping the binos, he picked up his rifle and re-engaged drones. “Come on Robson! Let’s see how many of these fuckers you can drop!”

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

Working on a post. I fleshed out the squad...

Squad Leader: Brian Park, 34, SFC, USA, SF, Korean American
Asst. Squad Leader: Dieter Vogel, 31, Feldwebel, GER, KSK, German
Machine Gunner: Jeremiah Edwards, 29, Sergeant, USA, MARSOC, African American
Machine Gunner: Robert Browne, 26, Specialist, US 82nd Airborne, American of Mixed descent
Rifleman/Sniper: Jake Robson, 28, Corporal, UK, SAS, British
Rifleman/Sniper: Preston Simmons, 28, Sergeant, USMC Scout-Sniper, African American
Grenadier: Diego Velez, 27, Specialist, US, US Army Rangers, Mexican American
Grenadier: Frans Madsen, 26, Korporal, Royal Danish Jaeger Corps, Danish
Medic/AT Specialist: Guy Fournier, 28, Corporal, Canada, CSOR, French Canadian

Our Brigade Commander:
Brigade Commander: Guy Strafford, 54, BG, US, Infantry, Ranger, (Virginia), British/Native American descent

Platoon Commander: Jacob Butterfield, 30, Lieutenant, Infantry, Ranger (Mississippi), British descent

I'm going to separate all those officers in the TO and put them and these guys in an NPC post in the characters tab.

The Combat Zone

James Graham

Jimmy Graham

James Graham, age 35 is a Sergeant-Detective with Boston Police Department working out of District C6 in South Boston. Jimmy Graham joined the BPD after a four-year stint in the US Navy. He served as Boatswain's Mate aboard the USS John Paul Jones (DDG 53), an Arleigh Burke class guided missile destroyer, leaving the military in 2005 as a Petty Officer Second Class. On 7 October 2001, John Paul Jones launched the first Tomahawk missiles into Afghanistan as part of Operation Enduring Freedom. This was Jimmy's one and only deployment away from American waters during his time in the Navy.

In 2005, at the age of 22, Jimmy Graham hired on with the Boston Police Department as a patrolman. His father was still working in BPD Headquarters at the time. Jimmy worked in more than a few precincts, returning to South Boston (C6) in in 2015 as a Detective Sergeant. He has investigated a variety of crimes including vice, narcotics, guns and gangs, auto theft, larcenies and several homicide investigations.

Jimmy grew up in Dedham just south of Boston along Route 1. His father was a 35-year veteran police officer in Boston. It was a foregone conclusion that Jimmy would follow in his old man's footsteps and join BPD. He did.

Detective Graham enjoyed the flavor of a fine tobacco for many years. He smoked cigarettes from age 15 until age 30. Even in the Navy, he smoked. This addiction caused some health issues including a chronic cough, high blood pressure, and an undiagnosed case of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD). COPD makes it hard to breathe, causing the chronic cough, wheezing, shortness of breath, chest tightness, and other symptoms. Jimmy's father died when he was 58 from Lung Cancer. The father never had a chance to collect a pension. He was still working the job. Jimmy's mother collects his father's pension. After his death, Jimmy finally woke up and stopped smoking. Although, it might be too late for him.

Detective Jimmy Graham married Diane (Savoy) when he was 26 years old. His father was alive to see his son married and to see his grandson, Leo born a year later. Diane worked as a nurse at Massachusetts General Hospital before she was pregnant. The young couple used day care to help raise their son, relying on both incomes to get them by. When Jimmy was 30, Diane had a second child, a daughter, Adelaide who was born with Cerebral Palsy and confined to a wheel chair the rest of her life. The couple were reluctant to try to get pregnant again but did so when Jimmy was 34 years old. Diane again gave birth to a healthy girl this time named Charlene. In 2018, Leo is 8, Adelaide is 5 and Charlene is 1 year old.

Although Jimmy is devoted to his family, he feels it is important for him to do the best job possible at work in order to provide a decent income for his family. The fact that his wife earns a higher income in the hospital is a reality he does not want to face. He ignores this issue. He and his wife have had several arguments about his health problems. Jimmy denies they exist and does not believe he has a problem. He refuses to see a doctor about the cough and shortness of breath. It may kill him one day.

The Combat Zone

Gabe Meaghan

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Gabriel Meaghan was born at Boston City Hospital and grew up in South Boston to Daniel Meaghan, a mechanic at Logan International Airport and Janet (Sullivan) Meaghan. Life was hard for the Meaghan family of Boston, but not because they didn't have the means to survive. Dan Meaghan worked hard for his money and frequently worked overtime shifts at the airport. When he was home, he was drunk. There were frequent beatings for young Gabe and his older sister, Fname.

When Gabe was 10 years old, he lost his mother to alcohol poisoning. The woman was always a wreck from being beat by her abusive husband. The only escape for her from the pain was the bottle which ultimately killed her. Dan Meaghan felt no desire to remarry, continued to work and provide for his children. He often boasted about his accomplishments, working a full-time job and raising a son and daughter. But he could not watch them.

By age 13 Gabe and his sister, aged 15 were hanging out with other teens getting into mischief anyway they could. They vandalized private property, shoplifted and smoked weed. At age 15, Gabe was arrested on a drug possession charge, but there was insufficient evidence to prosecute the case and it was thrown out of court.

Later that year, Gabe found a stray dog. He took the dog down by the docks and played with it. He tied the dog to a post and threw rocks at the animal. This made him laugh. Whenever the dog would yelp in pain from a rock pelting his face or torso, it would merely elicit another burst of pleasure from Gabe. He found a rock that was shaped like a four-inch knife. He picked up the rock, approached the dog who he started calling Lucky. He thrust the rock into the dog's side. The dog naturally tried to bite Gabe. That only made the teen angry. He then picked up a small boulder. He grasped the boulder firmly in his hand and repeatedly smashed it into the dog's head. The skull cracked with the first impact. Successive blows flattened the skull, smashing the dog's brain inside. The experience gave Gabe an immense feeling of exhilaration. He was initially fearful of these feelings. He knew they were socially wrong, but for some reason they were also pleasurable. He would have to try hunting some day. The perversion of killing the dog helped him to deal with his abusive father and the loss of his mother. It really changed him.

At age 19, Gabe joined the Army after completing High School in 2013. There was a war going on in the Middle East, which the United States Army was heavily involved with. Secretly, he considered what opportunities that would present for him. Gabe was not concerned about a career. He figured he could always go work for the Airport if he had to, but here was a greater opportunity he could not pass up. He never forgot the dog down by the docks and was curious what more he could do with that desire. He joined the Infantry and received his Basic Combat training at Fort Benning, Georgia. He didn't care for the authority, resented it in fact, but tolerated it, in order to get what he wanted. He also earned the Parachutist badge and a Ranger Tab which ushered the young Bostonian into

By 2014, Gabe Meaghan was assigned as an Infantryman in 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment and by the end of the year, found himself in southwest Afghanistan assisting Afghani soldiers in Counter Terrorist activities. Max took to the army like a square peg in a round hole. He quickly learned to adapt to the changing situation and learned teamwork. There were a few fellow soldiers whom he took to and they stayed together through it all. They were a tight band of brothers.

During this deployment to Afghanistan, Private First Class Meaghan had several opportunities to use his M4 Carbine on mounted and dismounted patrols. In November 2015, first platoon, A Company, 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment were on a dismounted patrol with Afghani army soldiers. They encountered a large group of over two hundred Taliban soldiers. The two forces engaged in a firefight that lasted five days.

PFC Meaghan was always on the front line and focused on shooting Taliban soldiers. During the engagement, Gabe Meaghan fought in hand to hand fighting with no fewer than three Taliban fighters. Two he killed with a bayonet and a third he strangled with his bare hands. Gabe himself, lost the pinky finger of his left hand and the top of his left ear was torn away by an AK-47 bullet. For his effort, Gabe Meaghan was recommended for the Silver Star with “V” for Valor, America’s third highest award for valor in the face of the enemy and the Purple Heart Medal for injuries sustained while in combat.

Privately, Gabe Meaghan was pumped. The entire engagement was exhilarating. The adrenaline was flowing, and he thoroughly enjoyed every minute, from plunging the first bayonet into the first Tali to the wrapping, his hands around the third soldier's neck and watching the life slip out of his body. He could smell these men. They stunk bad just like he and is comrades. These were warriors. Hearing the dead men's dying breath slip from their lips filled Max with such euphoria. It would take at least three days for him to come down from this high. The excitement was incredible. The fact that five of his brothers in arms were killed in action was totally lost on PFC Gabe Meaghan went without notice.

That single event in 2015 was a catalyst for Gabe Meaghan. He needed to feel it again. He wanted it badly. He volunteered for patrols and sought firefights with zeal. His behavior did not go unnoticed by his superiors. Gabe was described as a quiet reticent young man who socialized only with a small group or kept to himself. He focused on exercise to keep himself in shape and work.

Finally, in December 2015, the Third Ranger Battalion returned home to Fort Benning. Within the next year, Gabe was promoted to Specialist and then discharged honorably. In 2016, Max returned to Sorel to find his father died a year earlier and no one notified him. This alone was reason to celebrate. He linked up with his sister, Fname and they got totally hammered.

Gabe Meaghan, 23 years of age, stands 6’ 2” tall and weighs 198 Lbs. with short brown hair, steel gray eyes and a mustache that extends past his mouth straight down on both sides stopping at his jawline. He wears his side burns extended two inches past his ear canals. He typically wears sweat pants, running shoes, T-shirts and matching zip up hooded sweatshirt. He normally wears a Boston Red Sox baseball cap.