the battle of hannigan's hill

“sergeant hannigan!” the officer growled at the mud covered private, “when i say charge the enemy, i mean charge the god damned enemy!” private hannigan snapped a smart salute that flung several small chunks of mud across the dozens of shinning medals pinned on the officer’s dress blues. “goddamnit private!” the officer shrieked as he grabbed the private’s sleeve and franticly rubbed the mud off his medals in quick circular motions as the private’s limp hand flopped helplessly around. “now get back in the action soldier, i want that damned hill by zero seven hundred hours!” a woman’s voice interrupted the scene over the intercom, “mr. president sir, we have prime minister takahishi here for his 10:00.” the president put the plastic army men down on his desk and pressed the small red button on the intercom, “give me five minutes loraine.” the president reached across the large mahogany desk and grabbed a silver mont blanc pen and spoke in a muffled voice into his hand, “mayday bravo tango, looks like we got russian missiles in the air.”