Miracle Stories are proud to present...
                       
                       Book 3 of the Fucking Charlie Epic.
                       
                       
                       Run, Run, It's Fucking Charlie
                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   

                      By Captain Stable and John V Arnold  
          
          
(c) 1996 Captain Stable and Miracle Stories.

[If it's a good story - it's a Miracle!]


         Warning! This is a story about war. War is not pretty, and many
people die. This story is true to life in that respect, and you may consider
some of the characters portrayed as people you may like if you ever met them.
But, don't be sad when they die. They may die bravely, or they may die in a
stupid way. But it won't be pretty. Anyone with a weak stomach should turn
away from Chapters 3 to 5. Don't read them. Just ready 1,2 and the epilogue.
That may be safer. That said, I hope you enjoy. Please remember. It's only a
story. It could NEVER happen....Could it?

   Oh yeah, this is NOT about the Vietnam war, although the similarities are
very similar. It is about a fictional war in a country very much like
Vietnam, but it's not. Ok?



                        Chapter 1: - A Long Haul

   Trevor "Tash" O'larry, a former populatory of the small village of
Blackenheath, in Ireland stepped gingerly into the helicopter which was to
take him from his home of ten years, to a god forsaken hell hole many of
friends had never returned from. Tash thought once more about the situation
he was presently facing as he took his seat inside the metal bohemiath. He
could still remember receiving the letter in the mail which ordered him to
sign up and to risk his life. He had been drafted into the United States Army
to fight in some country he had never heard of.
   A great jerk broke his chain of thought as the vehicle rose from the
tarmac and began it's ascent into the unknown. Well, unknown to Tash anyway.
Next to Tash sat a young Cuban man, about the same age. Tash considered
beginning a dialogue, and reasoned that as the flight could last for some
time, it may be best to.
"Hello there" he mumbled, almost hoping not to receive an answer.
"hello yourself." was the muttered response. Tash was surprised.
"Don't be alarmed. I'm not a freak or anything" the Cuban said. "My name is
Franchez Justine Sanchez, but all my friends call me Sparky. I'd be honored
to consider you as one of those."
"Thanks Sparky. I'm honored. My name is...."Tash was cut off by the whirring
of the motor blades slicing through the air as the craft began to level out.
"O'Larry eh?" Sparky said, although Tash had never told him. "What do your
friends call you?"
"Tash" said Tash
"Tash.." Sparky replied. "Hey, I got a friend you gotta meet. His name is
Axminster and he's sitting three seats back." Sparky motioned behind, then
called out "Hey! Axminster, Have you met Tash here?"
"Not Yet!" Called Axminster. "Hey there Tash! How's it going?"
"Just fine thanks Axminster. That's a strange name, where are you from then?"
Tash called back.
   Axminsters answer was interrupted by the sound of the whole craft shaking
as it performed a sharp swerving action. The 14 passengers inside were thrown
against the bulkheads as the craft leveled out again.
"What was that?" asked Tash "Turbulence?"
"I don't know? What does turbulence feel like?" said Sparky
"I don't know either." replied Axminster from behind"
   A new voice piped up, from the other side of the vehicle
"I think you'll find that rising warm air collides with cold air, and creates
a barrier of rough climate which is known in aviation terminology as
turbulence'. The effects of a craft passing through the turbulence normally
causes a sharp jerk, but not an action such as the one just witnessed." said
the new voice.
"Aaaahhh. Thanks Mr....uh...." Tash said, stumbling not to appear rude.
"Mc Cormack. Duncan Mc Cormack." replied Sparky.
"How did you know that?
"I guessed." he lied
"Hmmmmm. There's something strange about Sparky, and I'm going to find what
it is" thought Tash, to himself.
"I wouldn't bother, it's nothing." replied Sparky.
   The craft gave another jolt, and began to descend.
"We there already?" asked Axminster.
"Yep."
"But we've only just left the states" said Tash
"We have, but it's only a short story. Wouldn't do to fill it up with just
the helicopter ride now, would it?"






                                Chapter 2: - Meetings.

   The passengers of the helicopter stepped out and looked around the island
paradise they had arrived in. Large palm tree covered one area, like a
defensive line, whilst near by were large tents and motor vehicles. Many army
soldiers and personnel were around inside the camp, along with several 9 men
platoons, 2 lines of 4 facing one burly sergeant. The rear of the helicopter
opened, and a man came forward and began man-handling the bags inside. He
called out the name, and threw it at the owner. Tash took a deep breath, and
then coughed.
"What's that smell!" he gagged. Axminster took a deep breath, and sighed.
"Napalm. I love the smell of that in the morning."
 A duty sergeant emerged from one of the huts and ran over to the group.
"In Line. Form up. Quickly quickly. Atten....tion!" he snapped. The
passengers quickly formed up into 3 rows. The duty sergeant produced a
clipboard and moved to Tash.
"Name" he said quickly.
"O'Larry, Trevor" he replied.
"Beta Platoon." replied the man, and moved on to the next person. He
continued to question every person, giving out their platoon assignments and
making notes on his clipboard. Once finished he walked three paces back and
confronted the group.
"Beta Platoon, you are to report to tent 1056. GO!" he shouted. Tash, Mc
Cormack, Sparky and Axminster left the group and walked to the tent. Inside
was a large black man, who was very well built. He was sitting on a standard
issue stool, with his feet on a gas container, smoking a large cigar. A
smaller man was standing near the entrance to the tent. He turned to the new
comers.
"Beta Platoon?" he asked. They all nodded, of course.
"This is The Sarge. He will lead you. Place your belongings in the tent next
door, then proceed to the rear of this tent. The rest of your platoon are
resting there."
   They placed their bags in the tent, and left through the back. Outside,
near the shade of the big palm tree's were four other men, all about the same
age.
"What-o chaps" said one of the younger looking men. He walked forward, arm
outstretched as a greeting. Sparky moved forward, placed his arm in the same
manner and just before shaking his hand, pulled it up and blew a face at the
younger man.
"I say, that's awfully rude." said the man. Tash, Mc Cormack and Axminster
began to laugh, and one of the other men - who was smirking slightly - came
forward.
"Howdy Lads. Hammel's the name. This here is Jenkins. He's British." said
Hammel, indicating the younger man.
"Hey, I'm sorry." admitted Sparky, and slapped the British man on the back.
"That's alright. I know I'm the plum of everybodys japes." Jenkins conside.
Tash introduced himself, and Mc Cormack, Sparky and Axminster. The other two
men were finally introduced as Johnson and Sewell. At that moment, The Sarge
emerged from the tent.
"Ok Ladies. Form up. One Two, One Two. Quick Quick!" he shouted.
 The platoon fell into line, 2 rows of 4 people. Sarge stood at the front,
and the platoon snapped to attention.
"Good good." said Sarge, smiling slightly but still keeping his cigar in
place. "I like a nice organized platoon. Keeps people ALIVE!" he shouted the
last word, causing the group to jump as one. "That's good. That's good. Think
as one. You'll stay alive longer that way. First rule. Get to know everyone
else in the platoon. They will be your friends. They will be watching your
back whilst your watching theirs. And most of all, they'll be shooting
Fucking Charlie, just like you. Because - mark my words - THIS TIME, WE'LL
CATCH THE BASTARD!"
   Sarge gave a quick puff on his cigar before continuing.
"These are our orders." he waved a brown envelope and opened it dramatically.
He removed a piece of paper and threw the envelope over his shoulder. He
opened the paper and laughed. He then turned it round for all to see.
"Gentlemen. Our orders. Find and kill Charlie!"





                        Chapter 3: - In the Jungle...

   Beta Platoon walked down the narrow track, large bushes on either side of
them. The track appeared to stretch on for miles, and the bushes followed
alongside. They were at least 10 foot tall, and even Sarge couldn't see over
the top of them. The platoon walked two abreast, with Sarge up ahead on his
own. Tash walked alongside Axminster, just behind Jenkins and Sewell. Behind
Tash walked Mc Cormack and Sparky and finally at the back were Johnson and
Hammel.
"Who do you think Charlie is?" Tash whispered.
"I think he's on old friend of the Sarge. Sarge talks as if he knows him
well."
"I can't believe we've come all the way from America to hunt one man." said
Tash, softly.
   Behind them, they heard Johnson talking to Hammel.
"I want ya to know that I trust ya with ma life. But I know I'm gonna die.
But as long as I can kill just one of them Charlie's, I'll die happy."
"I'll do my best, my friend." replied Hammel.
   Sarge stopped walking, and put his left arm up, fist closed. The platoon
knew instantly to take cover. They dropped down, drawing their weapons. Sarge
fell to his knees, and paused. A long time passed, which to Tash, felt like
an eternity. Sarge slowly crawled forward, his weapon still strapped to his
back. As he crawled, he looked left and right, all the time. Suddenly he
stopped. He lifted his left arm slowly, and raised two fingers. That meant
that he wanted Tash and Axminster to come. They secured their weapons and
slowly crawled forward, even slower than Sarge. They finally caught up to
where Sarge was still lying. He motioned to the bush on the right. Tash
looked hard, then saw two feet.
"One of Charlie's mates" Sarge hissed very quietly. He draw his pistol from
it's holster and took aim. His hand was shaking as he moved the pistol,
closing one eye to aid him. A sweat appeared on his forehead, and he grunted
for Axminster to wipe it. Slowly, Axminster reached out for Sarge's brow, and
wiped it. Sarge continued to line his shot up, and then slowly, Tash saw his
finger begin to pull the trigger back. It moved very slowly and silently.
Back and back it went, the sweat appeared once more on Sarge's brow.
Axminster ignored it, for fear of spoiling Sarge's chance. The trigger
continued on it's path, and suddenly....
"AAATTTTCCCCHHHHOOOOOOOO"
 It was Jenkins. He sneezed. The feet moved and Sarge's gun recoiled back.
The bullet caught Axminster square in the face, throwing him up and right. He
landed with a moan, his left side of his face missing. His right eye turned
in his blood-soaked socket and what was left of his mouth gave a blood
curdling scream! His nose could no longer smell the fear he felt, as it was
missing, and his left eye fell out of the sky to land - plop - on the dirty
ground. He looked down on his eye and realized it was still attached to some
part of him, and it was still working. He picked it and suddenly his whole
body convulsed. He was thrown forwards and fell to the ground - dead. Behind
him, Johnson stood with his pistol out, smoke rising from the chamber.
"I had to put him out...." as Johnson spoke, blood appeared in his mouth
"..of his misery." Johnson's hand shot upto mouth, returning covered in
crimson blood. He coughed and spluttered, and spat blood onto the dirt.
Hammel jumped up from the ground, a shocked expression on his face. Johnson
felt a sharp pain in his back, and put his hand behind there. Hammel reached
over and withdrew the knife that had been lodged between his shoulder blades.
Johnson saw the knife, and fell to his knees. His hands were covered with
blood, and now his trousers were stained. He fell forwards onto his hands,
and threw up on the ground. The rest of the platoon were now up on their
feet, moving away from Johnson. Hammel bent over to help his friend, and was
greeted by Johnson's fingers gouged deeply into his eyes. Hammel raised the
bloody knife in his hand, and plunged it hard down onto Johnson's arm. Blood
shot up, attacking Hammel's face, and Hammel withdrew the knife. He rammed
the knife repeatedly into Johnson's arm, causing the brown dirt below them to
become crimson. Hammel stabbed Johnson in the chest, causing his inside's to
become outside's. Johnson screamed in agony and pushed deeper into the eye
socket. Hammel fumbled in his pocket and produced a grenade, which he ripped
the pin out of and and plunged deep into Johnson's chest. With one final
burst of strength he snapped Johnson's fingers, and stumbled backwards.
Johnson, stood up, and then the grenade exploded. The platoon covered
themselves as Johnson exploded into small fragments around them. Hammel had
not managed to get far enough away, and took a good brunt of the explosion.
He was knocked on to the ground by Mc Cormack. The rest of the platoon were
on their feet at this point, surveying the carnage. Tash picked up one of
Johnson's stumpy arms - the left I think - and placed it in his pack. Mc
Cormack bent down and poked Hammel with his rifle. Hammel refused to move,
and Mc Cormack bent over and checked him out. A short breath left Hammel's
mouth. Mc Cormack bent over further to hear him.
"Don't....let......me......die.....like....." Hammel never finished the
sentence as Mc Cormack blew his head off with his rifle.
   The sound of rifle fire was answered by a short burst from the left. It
was unexpected and caught Sewell by surprise. He screamed as his right leg
fell to the ground, and he followed soon after. His head was shattered by the
impacting bullets and his brain was pierced in a thousand places. Sarge
answered back with his own rifle, and Tash, Mc Cormack, Jenkins and Sparks
fired back towards the light. The bushes parted with the hail of bullets and
the return fire stopped. Sarge stopped firing and smelt the air.
"Ok lads. Charlie's gone now. We scared him off, but he'll be back. Best pick
up what's left of the ammo and supplies, grab yourself a few weapons and
we'll move out. We've got ourselves a Fucking Charlie to kill!"





                Chapter 4: - ...The Mighty Jungle.

   Beta platoon - or rather what was left of it - walked quietly through the
long undergrowth. Sarge still lead the way, hacking a path through the dense
jungle, with Jenkins, Tash, Sparky and Mc Cormack following behind. Jenkins
was crying softly, and although everyone felt nervous and frightened, they
ignored him.
   A rustling noise was heard by Tash, who stopped, causing Mc Cormack to
collide with him.
"What?" asked mc Cormack.
"Sssshhhhh!" Tash whispered softly. He knelt down, and listened. Sarge
stopped too, and the platoon knelt, listening. After a few moments, the
rustling once more was heard. Sarge readyed his weapon, and indicated to the
platoon to do the same. Sarge also had Axminsters rifle. he checked both
weapons, and armed them. He then checked his revolver, in the holster, and
armed that too. Sarge climbed to his feet, carefully, and dived into the
bushes. A sudden burst of fire was heard, and Tash wondered who was firing at
who. A scream! Another few shots rang out. Sarge Laughed. One solitary shot
rang out, and echoed through out the jungle. Silence followed, and the
platoon held their breaths. A long time passed, before the rustling returned.
Mc Cormack pulled one of Hammel's grenades out of his pocket, and prepared to
pull the pin. The bushes split open with a roar as Sarge burst out. He was
cut and bleeding, his left eye was missing and his right leg appeared to be
hanging at a funny angle. He had a knife embedded in his side, but he was
smiling. Mc Cormack was shocked to see him, and he pulled the pin by
accident. Seeing what he had done, he threw the grenade to the left, as far
as he could. It exploded with a loud bang, and several screams and shouts
were heard. Sarge pulled the knife from his side, and placed it in his belt.
He then motioned with his rifle to see what the noise was.
   The platoon ran full pelt through the undergrowth, and arrived at the
blast point. A small clearing in the jungle was now the home to a large,
blackened crater, with several bodies in various states of completeness
around. Some limbs were hanging from near by trees and a leg was sticking out
of the ground. Sarge laughed load, and almost dropped his cigar, which he was
still puffing on. He slapped Mc Cormack on the back.
"Good going son. This patrol would have caught up with us at some point.
Chalk 5 Charlies to you. Good work."
   The platoon had a few moments of relief and to catch their breaths before
more excitement arrived.
   Another rustling, but this time with a slight whistling sound. A cold wind
blew through the platoon, and Sarge shivered. Darkness fell quickly upon the
clearing. Sarge had both weapons ready and drawn, and Tash quickly loaded his
up. They stood in the circle, backs in, each covering a different direction.
The bushes and tree's were still. No movement. Still the noise could be
heard, getting closer and closer.
   Sarge held his breath. Looking around, he could still see nothing. He
heard the rustling and whistling, but saw nothing. Slowly, Sarge looked up,
and dropped his weapons. Tash saw the weapons falling, and also looked up.
Hanging in the sky above them - blocking the sun - was a flying saucer. Mc
Cormack, the least shocked of the platoon, began firing at the object. Sarge
shouted for him to stop, but he ignored his superior officer.
   Sparks grabbed Mc Cormack's weapon, and released the ammunition from it.
Mc Cormack was about to yell at him, when Sparks hit him in the face with his
fist. Mc Cormack fell to the ground with a crunch. Sarge grabbed his revolver
and aimed it at Sparks. Sparks hissed at Sarge, who shot his head off, point
blank. Spark's was thrown back, but remained on his feet and walked several
paces forward. Tash picked up his head, which was lying at his feet, and
threw it at what was left of Sparks. Sparks knocked the head aside, and
continued to walk forward. A green spot light appeared from the object above,
and shone directly onto Mc Cormack. Before Jenkins' eye's, the body vanished.
The light then moved onto Sparks, who also faded from view. The ship above
then darted off, releasing the light back into the clearing.
   Tash squinted in the new light, and looked around. Spark's head and Mc
Cormack's grenades were all that remained of his two friends. Sarge bent down
and retrieved his fallen weapons, and Jenkins just looked stunned. Sarge
stared at Jenkins.
"Come on son. This is war. You get to see some ugly things in War." he
stated. "Let's go."
   Sarge took one step away, and suddenly the undergrowth exploded with
Charlie's mates. Machine guns pointed and loaded they surrounded the platoon.
Sarge realized he was in a no win situation, and aimed his rifle. He pulled
the trigger, but it jammed. He slammed the useless weapon into the nearest of
Charlie's mates, who fell under the onslaught. Jenkins got his senses back
and threw his knife straight into the chest of another ambusher. He then
grabbed the grenades on the ground, and threw three behind him. Tash had
pulled Johnson's arm from his pack, and whacked two more killers before the
grenades exploded. Sarge, Tash and Jenkins dove to the ground for cover, as
bits of attackers fell around them. They jumped back on their feet, still
half surrounded. Sarge made a run through the exit created by Jenkins, with
the other two following. Tash ran at the back, using the arm as a club and
smacking anyone who came near.
   Sarge ran through the undergrowth and dived into a small ditch. The other
jumped in, and covered themselves with leaves and twigs. They heard Charlie's
angry friends run past. Tash looked down on the stumpy arm he carried.
"Your wish has been granted, my friend." he said to the object.




                                Chapter 5: - End Games

   Mc Cormack gained conscienceness with a blue light in his face. His hands
had been strapped down to a table, and he could not move his legs. The blue
light faded into a orange light, then into darkness. The darkness passed and
became bright green.
"The reciptical is unable to transpose the pigment." said a strange sqaurky
voice behind him. He strained to see, but could not.
"No, they are very unusual creatures." This voice he did reconise, slightly.
It sounded like a strange version of Spark's voice. But it couldn't be. He
had seen Sarge blow Spark's head clean off.
"Sigmund, you spent time with these....things...for a while. Why can not they
understand this pigment?" the first voice said.
"I spent too long posing as one. One of them nearly guessed at the start of
this story that I was different. Fortunately, my superior intellect allowed
me to 'throw him off the scent' as they say." Sigmund replied.
   A third voice entered, from a little way off, getting closer.
"Rodney, Sigmund. Has any experiences been known from the specimen yet?"
"No, Oh great leader Derek." said the first.
"Sigmund. Was this the best you could find?" Derek sounded angry.
"You entered too soon. The one I wanted was my equal in most instances. He
nearly deducted my true goal and identity. But! You had to show up, ruining
it all. My cover had been blown. Why Derek? Why?" Sigmund was upset.
"The needs must. Frederick's task force, down there, did a fine job of
testing the intelligence of one of your compatriots, did he not?"
"Frederick was a fool. He acted too soon. Johnson acted on instinct, and it
nearly killed him. Had Frederick not plunged that knife in his back, his
guilt would have driven him insane. As it was, he ended up taking three
possible specimens out of the game."
"Johnson had to die. He was about to come clean and confess to being a serial
killing nun from outer space. He HAD to be silenced. Frederick knew this, and
we had no way to inform you."
   Mc Cormack interrupted at this point.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked.
"Well, it does have a speech reciptible. Very interesting." said Rodney.
"We are to take you back to my home planet of
Aaarrrrrrrfffffffgggggghhhhhhhh". There you will experimented upon to
discover your weaknesses and strengths. There is no escape. Your Sarge could
not shoot the craft down, and your government doesn't know we're here. Ha ha
ha" laughed Sigmund.
"Diana! Engage the engine. We'll begin by traveling vertically out of the
Earth's atmosphere, then jumping directly home! Nothing will stop us now!"
Said Derek. Mc Cormack felt the ship begin to climb.
"Nothing will stop you, you say?" he said
"Nothing at all!" laughed Sigmund.
"What about Turbulence!" laughed Mc Cormack.
"What is Turbulence?" Derek cried! Just then, the flying saucer hit the
turbulence, and the pressures of different climates tore the ship apart. The
blast knocked Mc Cormack free of his bonds, and he began to fall to Earth.
Sigmund fell next to him.
"You won't win this one, Human" Sigmund said.
"Yes I will. I'm a good guy. I ALWAYS win!" replied Mc Cormack.


   Jenkins, Tash and the Sarge hid in the hedge. It had been almost three
hours since their encounter with Charlie's mates, and the sarge was still
convinced that they were still looking for them. He showed no fear before his
men, although it was obvious from Jenkins shaking that he was scared. Well,
he should be, thought Sarge. This was war. Tash sat with the supply of
grenades around him, fiddling at one apprehensively.
"Where are we Sarge?" Jenkins nervousness was very apparent in his voice.
"I don't know, son." replied sarge, in his grizzled voice.
"Where's Charlie?" Jenkins was getting more scared by the minute, from the
sound of his voice.
"I don't know that either, son." was sarge's only remark.
"Where's our backup, Sarge." Sarge wished that Jenkins would keep quiet. If
the enemy heard him, they could all die.
"Son..." Sarge paused, "I couldn't tell you that."
"Sarge. I'm scared. I'm not gonna make it out here much longer..." Sarge cut
Jenkins off in mid sentence
"Now son," Sarge said "that's no way to talk. You gonna be just fine, you'll
see. Now, why don't you boys tell me what you gonna do when this war is
over."
"Do you really think the war will be over one day, Sarge?" It was Tash's turn
to sound nervous.
"Yes, and you better believe it to. Now, what are gonna do?"
"I'm gonna go home." Tash said, slowly. Suddenly, a single shot rang out from
somewhere, and a small crimson hole appeared in Tash's head. Jenkins gave a
quick start, and Sarge leaned forward as Tash fell forwards into Sarge's
arms, a pool of blood forming on sarge's clean trousers. Sarge cradled the
boy's head in his arms for a moment, before pushing him aside like a dead
rat. Sarge grabbed his rifle and leapt to his feet shouting "You Bastards!
You Bastards! You just killed a good man. Sure he was a little young, and
slightly strange, but HE WAS A GOOD SOLDIER." Sarge let his gun finish the
sentance before the bushes parted and the two men were surrounded by
Charlie's mates. Sarge lowered his weapon as one stepped forward.
"I am Charlie's Best Buddy, and I am here to deliver a special message to
you, Sarge. The message is.." The message was never started as the man
suddenly collapsed having had the full body weight of Mc Cormack's body fall
on him from a distance of ten thousand feet. The rest of the enemy moved a
step closer, and Sarge could see this was his end. He looked over to Jenkins
who had just pulled the pin out of the grenade that Tash had been holding.
"Hold on Sarge" Jenkins said, softly "We can win this."


Epilogue :
   The young black skinny man stood in the base camp, carefully unfolding the
piece of paper he had just been given. It was a hand written letter from his
big brother. It read:

 Dear Little Brother.
   If you are reading this, I am dead. I left instructions for you to be
given this letter ten hours after I left camp, as I know that this is when I
will die. I now wish you to have the power the family has. I was given it
recently, but my time is up. Now is your time. Use it wisely. Do not waste it
as I have. Once you feel me go, you will feel the power I give you. Good luck
to you in the rest of your life.

   Sarge.

The young man re-read the message, a tear forming in his eye. On the third
reading, he was weeping openly, when he saw an explosion in the sky. He wiped
his eye, and looked up. Moments later, a great mound of earth and dirt was
flung into the sky in the distance. The young man stopped crying. He felt a
power enter him. His muscles grew, his hair receded, three stripes appeared
on his uniform and he had a craving for a fat cigar. He now understood the
letter. He was now Sarge. He would do the right thing. As the mentality of
Sarge entered him, he would uphold justice and.....Nah! He had to go kill
Fucking Charlie!
















The Sarge and Fucking Charlie WILL Return!


Also unavailable from the author..



Part 1:- Duck! Duck! It's fucking Charlie!

Part 2:- Look out! It's fucking Charlie!

Part 3:- Run! Run! It's Fucking Charlie!

Part 4:- Fucking Charlie Returns!

Part 5:- Die Charlie! Die!






First published 1996. 3rd reprint.
(c) 1996, 1998, 2001 Miracle Publishing