It had been dark for two hours now, and three separate attacks had been launched against Anderson and his Marines. The Jem'Hadar had gotten tougher by the second attack. Lieutenant Anderson knew that another attack would commence before the night was over. The Jem'Hadar's numbers were down to 13.
John had 17 men that were able to fight so for the first time in this second campaign of the moon, he had superior numbers.
"Sir, they're coming again." Sergeant Bailey said as Anderson was switching a power pack in his type III rifle.
"Ok, get ready. Here they come again boys." John took his position and aimed into the dark. In the distance and dark he could make out the shapes of the dead Jem'hadar left in the first two attacks. Then out of nowhere the third attack started.
Shooting was random and accurate, the Jem'hadar yield as they charged ahead and un shrouded themselves. John took three down, and then pulled out his last photon grenade and threw it. The explosion lit the night sky up, and took 5 Jem'Hadar down.
The rest of the Jem'hadar were cut down almost in a senseless manner but the battle was over. Over the next few hours they waited to see if there were anymore Jem'Hadar out there but none came.
Captain Benteen of the Lakota beamed down their marine Detachment to relieve Lieutenant Anderson's Marines. Doc Jackson beamed aboard the Lakota with the wounded. The remaining 14 Marines boarded the Hawke transport and took the long 19 hour journey to Supply Base 901.
On the transport, John tried to write a report but couldn't. He was still seeing the control station that read their readings, before he shot the Jem'hadar. He felt scared that it was his eagerness to bring the fight to the enemy that came real close to killing him and his men.
He took his web gear off and jumped on the bed and looked up at the bulk head, and thought again how lucky he was to be walking away from this campaign. It was around 1340 hours when the transport docked. John made sure he was the last one to leave the ship, and slung his gear over his shoulder. His tunic was still dirty, his face matched along with a two day old beard.
At the entrance of the Air lock was Colonel Tarik, and Captain Wallace. They were both happy to see Lieutenant Anderson alive and well. "Welcome back Lieutenant." Captain Wallace said patting Anderson's shoulder and dust flew up as Wallace patted his friend's shoulder.
"Thank you sir. I'm glad to be back and need a shower,shave and some good old replicator coffee. So if you excuse me please. Thanks." John didn't feel like celebrating. He lost 4 men and suffered 8 wounded. However he was happy that the battle had been one.