Darkness Visible Radio

Iraq 2

(sound of trucks moving)

(volume of truck lowered, but still playing)

Murphy: So what’s your name?

Jack: Specialist Jack Johnson, This is my older brother Corporal Wayne Johnson..

Murphy: Brothers? Never seen that yet, two brothers in the same squad. What was your name again, Wayne?

Wayne: Yes, Private First class…

Murphy: You don’t have to announce yourself with your rank, your sleeve already tells me that. My name is Sargent Bartolemule Murphy, just call me Murphy.

Philip: and I’m Staff Sargent Philip Brown. Just call me Philness.

Wayne and Murphy (at same time): Philness?

Murphy: Why did you just give yourself a nick name?

Philip: why are you asking so many questions?

Murphy: Permission to speak openly

Philip: Permission grant…

Murphy: that is the stupidest nick name I have ever, Ever heard.

Philip: You know that’s grounds for court martial.

Murphy: Under what charges

Philip: For not agreeing that philness is the awsomeest nick name ever.

Jack: Awesomeest?

Philip: yes awesomeest.

Murphy: Philness and awesomeest in the same sentence. (chuckle) How ever did you ever get your degree?

Philip: Your guess is as good as mine.

Wayne: (chuckles)

Philip: (chuckle) Anyway, How did you two get in to military?

Wayne: Well, I joined about 4 years ago. I didn’t have enough money to get into a college, or so I believed, and after basic and advanced training, I went straight here to Iraq. I spent most of my time near Baghdad, but this is the first time I’m actually leaving the Baghdad area. Every time I get back into the states, I take one or two class at the local community college.

Murphy: How many credits do you have so far?

Wayne: None, Everytime I take a class, my unit would get pulled back here to Iraq.

Philip: really? You should have taken the ROTC program, they would paid the rest of your college.

Wayne: Yeah I know, but apparently my guidance counselor decided to forget about that little program and suggested I join immediately.

Jack: I wanted to kick her ass after I learned about that program too.

Murphy: Hmm? You had the same guidance Counselor?

Jack: Yeah, we went to the same high school.

Philip: So What’s Your story.

Jack: Almost a mirror image of his. Literally the same story. Same guidance counselor too.

Murphy: You think you would have learned from what your brother did.

Jack: We had a bad guidance counselor.

Philip: How did you guys get assigned to the same squad?

Wayne: Chance, coincidence, divine intervention, who knows.

Philip: Interesting.

(sound of trunk stopping)

Murphy: Whats going on?

Philip: I don’t know, Let me go check it out.

(sound of footsteps, then a flap of a tarp moving, then jumping on to the floor)

Jack: What could it be?

Wayne: I don’t know.

(Sound of tarp moving)

Philip: Someone spotted a few possible IDE’s up in the road. Their going to check it out, Just hang here for a bit. Keeps your ears open though, 9 times out of 10 it isn’t, but there is a chance it a decoy for an ambush. The other 8 times out of 10 it a regular IDE. The worst is if the IDE is remote detonated, leading to an ambush. So cock your guns just in case.

(sound of tarp moving)

(sounds of guns cocking)

Jack: Those IDE’s are really really starting to piss me.

Murphy: They already haven’t? I lost a few good men, and two buddies to those damn things.

(background yelling, ”I need a Demolition crew.”)

Jack: I lost one of my best friend to one of those, but I guess I’ve gotten cold since then.

Wayne: Zatch, Was it? I remember that kid. I always knew he never give me back that hundred bucks I loaned him for that concert ticket. Heh.

(tarp moves)

Philip: Jack. What do you specialize in?

Jack: Demolition sir, why do you ask?

Philip: They need you up to the front to take out a couple of those IDE’s.

Jack: Big boom coming right.

(sound of footsteps, then a flap of a tarp moving, then jumping on to the floor)

Murphy: Why did he choose to be specialist in demolition?

Wayne: Well, He always liked big explosion, ever since he was a littler kid. Once he put 10 to 15 fire crackers right next to each in a big bunched up group, Poured gasoline over it, took 3 soup campbell’s soup cans, filled them up with gasoline as well, and shot it with a flaming potato through a potato gun. All that just because he stepped on an ant hill, and he wanted revenge.

Murphy: Jeez, sounds we have a pyromaniac on our hands.

Wayne: He’s not a pyromaniac, He just likes blowing crap up, if it catches on fire, that’s just a byproduct of the explosive he’s using.

Murphy: Wow, That kid is end losing an arm and a leg on da(y)…

(loud explosion)

Wayne: Hope that was the IDE’s

Murphy: I’ll check it out.

(sound of foot steps and tarp moving)

(Sound of bullets muffled and body falling)

Wayne: Ah Crap!!!

(sound of another explosion)

(sounds of bullets continuously till end of script)

(sound of footsteps and dragging of body)

Wayne: Murphy!! Murphy!!! (pause) (sigh) damn.

(sound of foot steps and tarp moving)

(Sounds of bullets louder)

(Sounds of order shouting in the background)

Philip: WAYNE!!!!

Wayne: Phil?

(sound of running foot steps)

Wayne: What happened?

Philip: (Strained, slightly in pain)Your brother was putting the explosive around the IDE when a rockets came zooming at him. Then They started to open fire on us.

Wayne: You’ve been hit in the leg. MEDIC!!! MEDIC!!! A medic should be here in a bit, I got to go find my brother.

(sound of Footsteps running)

(sound of rockets passing by)

Jack: (in pain)Arrrgghh

Wayne: Ah god dammit, (sound of moving metal object) Jack! Jack!

Jack: Oh God!! Oh god!! My arm, what a happened to my arm (scream of pain) Oh god! (yelling)Where the hell is my leg!!! I CANT FEEL ANYTHING, GOD(keep repeating “Oh god, oh god” till end of skit)

Being said at the same time

Wayne: Your Gonna be alright just calm down, Jack Jack Your gonna- your gonna be alright MEDIC!!!! Your Gonna be alright, Your gonna be al…MEDIC!!!!! CAN I GET A MEDIC HERE!!!!(Keep repeating “Your gonna be alright, your gonna be alright” till end of skit)