Eli gémit, en venant à lui, nageant d'une sombre piscine noire de silence et d'engourdissement. Son cœur martelait dans sa tête comme des luges et ses oreilles sonnaient. Il se sentait déconcerté, désorienté, confus alors qu'il roulait. La douleur dans sa tête s'est mariée avec les étourdissements qu'il a ressentis et soudain son estomac s'est rebellé. L'odeur de la chair brûlante n'a pas aidé que ses autres sens ont commencé à rattraper, même lorsqu'il a tranquillement affligé, son corps se déchirant comme un langer.
Enfin vide, il s'en emparait de nouveau, mais il était sec et rien n'est venu. Revenant par terre de ses genoux, il soupira, seulement pour s'asseoir lentement, atteignant autour de lui sa cantine. Alors qu'il le tirait de sa ceinture, un dribble d'eau en était sorti. Un éclat ou une balle l'avait perforé, ce qui l'avait rendu inutile. -- Génial, murmura-t-il en flippant la cantine, puis en retira une autre de sa ceinture. C'était solide et plein. Il a pris une perruque et s'est lavé la bouche, puis l'a craché sur le sol. En prenant un autre coup, il a pris un peu d'eau, contre laquelle son instinct ne s'est pas révolté.
Contrôle des armes, il a décidé. Son nouveau M16A1 (nommé Rebecca, ou Becca pour court) semblait être d'accord. Son pistolet lui était attaché, et il avait encore plusieurs mags. À ce moment-là, il savait que la moitié de l'unité était debout et se déplaçait. Comme le repos hte, ses articulations se sentaient comme si elles étaient faites de verre écrasé et chaque mouvement faisait mal. La dernière fois, il avait l'impression que c'était soit tomber Beverly Cliffs à la maison, soit se battre dans un bar le lendemain. Machete, couteau, et tout son équipement était là. son casque qu'il a trouvé qui avait un morceau de métal collé dedans. Jetant la marmite, il secoua la tête. Il était assis dessus pour s'asseoir sur le chemin de l'entrée. Apparemment, ça lui avait sauvé les couilles de se faire sauter mais il avait eu une commotion pour ça, il a deviné.
Comme le sergent a décrit la situation, il n'a rien dit, et s'est déplacé vers l'intérieur de l'hélicoptère, après avoir ramassé Thumper du sol. Il a chargé un 40 micromike mais il ne l'a pas fermé. Le bruit les donnerait. Au lieu de cela, il a retourné son sélecteur à semi-auto et ventre rampé au nez de la huey, accrochant son fusil là, tout en s'assurant que son lance-grenades était prêt à basculer et rouler. Dès que la grenade de Sar'nt est partie, il a cassé son lanceur fermé puis a cherché des flashs de muselière pour le feu de retour.
Un moment après qu'il les eut faits, il complota pour la chute et tira, en envoyant une grenade de 40 mm avec elle est caractéristique BlOOp! Avec la coquille qui siffle, il s'est branlé derrière l'épave. Il n'avait pas envie d'être une cible pendant le rechargement de ses mains. Ils se sont un peu secoués alors qu'il tirait une grenade du bandolier et qu'il la mettait en place. En la tachant, il s'est arrêté un moment pour voir comment les conditions se formaient.
Name: Elijah Dodgers
Nicknames: Dodge
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Rank: Cpl
Ethnicity/Nationality: Caucasian/American
Physical Description:
Standing 5'9" with brown hair and green eyes, Eli is of average but sturdy build. With outdoor life in the semi-arid desert of the Texas Panhandle being the norm until the Nam, he is well tanned, and in good shape. Basic has hardened his frame.



Skillset:

Eli has a couple tours under his belt at least, giving him some familiarity with the VC, the jungle, and operation of his weapon systems. He as proven to be capable under fire, and has demonstrated leadership capabilities among his peers. As such he has recently been minted as a Corporal and given charge of a few others.
With a youth spent outdoors, a gun in hand, hunting, exploring, and being in dangerous country sometimes, has attributed to his survival in the jungles of Viet Nam.
M16 Expert
M203 Qualified
Land Navigation Qualified
Army hand to hand
History:

Elijah was born in Borger Texas in 1945. His father was Dale Dodgers, a WWII vet. His mother was Helen who was the daughter of a displaced farmer from the dust bowl. Dale spent most of his time working the oilfield and carbon black after returning home from military to provide for his wife and son. Eli attended public schooling in Borger. He gained a few friends, and even had a girlfriend, Regina Warren. For a time, Regina was all he was about, and intended to marry the girl until the Draft came along.
His dad taught him to shoot and Elijah took to hunting and fishing with his grandfather and father (When he had the time). During his school years, he was a typical kid of the day, when he wasn't parked next to the radio or TV, he would sometimes venture down to Electric City, the small township that had sprung up around the steam-based powerplant that had been erected to power the Phillips-Chevron Refinery as well as the oilfield drilling locations in the area when his dad was a boy. By the time he was old enough to go to Electric City, it had been all but abandoned. Exploring old houses and structures was a fun activity, and occasionally he found something nifty while he was there. More than once he'd found a rattlesnake there, but he'd learned how to handle them, and was always careful about such things.
Something of a loner because of this, as mentioned before he had only a few friends, maybe enough to count on one hand. But those that he had were good ones. Occasionally he would spend time with his cousins, of whom he had several, which between his friends and family allowed him to be decently well-rounded and instilled the value of family. He still maintains a sense of independence and self-reliance.
It was during the last year or so of high school he took an interest in Regina Warren, a dark-haired girl with blue eyes who'd grown up in the same town. At first she turned him down, but with charm and persistence she finally decided he was serious, or at least seriously interested in her. The two started seeing each other outside of school, a little at first, but then more so, even going out on dates.
By this time, Eli's mother had become a working woman at the local J.C. Penny's. Better that than the alternative, as inflation soared. Being well old enough to take care of himself, Eli was left to his own devices much of the time, especially with his father becoming increasingly absent from his life, spending more time at the local watering holes after work, and often stumbling home drunk. This meant it was much harder for his parental unit to wrangle in his 'extracurricular' activities. This gave him something of a badboy vibe, which Gina was drown to, and Eli probably didn't do much to dispel it.
Just before graduation, his father wound up running his car off the bridge of the Canadian River on Highway 136, after traveling down it the opposite way in a drunken stupor. The car dropped a couple stories below and crashed into the river. Unable to free himself, his father drowned, leaving his mother a widow. A month later the Draft came through, and pulled him away from his mom and Gina.
At first Eli resented the military and the draft pulling him away from his little life in Borger, sometimes it was the thought of home that kept him going, as well as the letters back and forth. Basic training kept him pretty busy, and was a distraction needed. After that he attended training at Fort Benning for training regarding the new 11th Air Assault Division. Serving with the 11th, he gained several tours, but wasn't entirely happy about the 11th being rolled over into 1st Cavalry Divsion (Air Mobile) but since then not a whole lot has changed
Equipment: 
M79 grenade launcher - "Thumper" - 5 grenades, 3 smoke
M16A1 (w/ brass deflecter, newer model), "Rebecca" - 3 extra magazines (1 mag empty)
Colt 1911, 4 extra mags (one loaded in weapon)
M1942 machete, scout carry (small of back)
Gerber Mk II fighting knife
Jungle fatigues, boots, boonie hat, OD Bandana,
Canteen, e-tool, poncho, 50' 550 paracord, FAK, other soldier sunderies
pictures of mom and Regina
couple cans of "dip", pack of cigs, zippo lighter, pack of playing cards