Parsedean Marine team split into 2 to occupy Brazil

100 marines were redirected to hold down a small fort in Brazil. The lonely base consists of only a couple of aircraft and 100 soldiers.

"Captain, are you sure we aren't going to die?"

"Its a 100 of you. Stay strong and hold down the base"

"What if some army with a mere 1000 men attack us?"

"..."

"I know your lives are at stake here, but we need to capture territory"

"But we'll die! We only have a weeks worth of food!"

"We'll come back. Thats a promise"

Franklin Dasmovitch watches as his platoon commander leaves into the jungles, and sits down on a rock. He feels, unsure. The hill is only 76 feet above ground level, how will they survive a major offensive?

"Thats it. I can't do this. Im out of here"

He runs to an empty jet, and checks the fuel

"Good. Lets fly"

One last time, he looks at his comrades. He looks at the small battalion that was tasked to capture territory. 

"My life depends on this"

FWOOOOSH

The aircraft's engine ignites, and catches the attention of the battalion

"WHERE THE _____ ARE YOU GOING, FRANK?"

"Somewhere, safe"

...

Franklin soars high in the air, pointing north. North America

"I need to back to Parsedean. I need to file a desertion claim. Ill have to live on the streets then, in some place like shudder