" Brian keep your head fucking down." I yell as I grab the, FNG, private by the back of the neck hauling him down to protect him from the mortar and RPG fire from Jehade assfucks shooting at us from a ridge line over a hundred yards away.
" Yes Specialist" Brian shouted out fear clear in his voice. I put my M60 on the sandbags and aim down the Scope, then squeeze the trigger in three long bursts and threw myself back behind the barricades we constructed.
" Private get to the Northside and deliver more ammo to Sergeant Carter and his men in the pillboxes they set up." I tell Brian as I shove two ammo boxes into his chest and rip open another and put the belt behind his neck.
"I'll be a open target Leon!" shouted Brian before I punched him across the face and told him " MAN The FUCK UP! Move! Charlie and I will cover you. Now Run! I shouted at him and yelled the command "Covering Fire!" to the men on my side of this Alamo like defence we are holding onto. As the roar of weapon fire was exchanged I heard the beating of feet as I knew Brian was running North to deliver the ammo; as I thought to myself 'Why did we have to set up a FOB four hundred miles from fucking Mecca.'
These Jiha fuckers descended upon us at noon three days ago after they cut off the route for supplies and renforcments, and to think last week Uncle Sam's boys were kicking their asses for the last few months. ' Why did they attack us now, was it because we pushed too far ahead, or was it the VIP General Holmes that came to inspect our supply store and ammunition too make sure we had enough, or was it the Ranger team we sent to Mecca to judge the local's level of hostility and has not come back yet; maybe a combination of the three?' I thought as I lay huddled against the wall trying to get some rest after surviving another day in this hell I had come to call home for the past few months.
This all happened because I wanted to join the US Army and follow in my dad's footsteps serving the country we hold so dear. ' Pops was so proud that I got top level clearance and was assigned to a Ranger Platoon as the scout and surveyor. God please don't let my family be sad if I die tommorow; I may only be 18 years old, but I can say that I had a good life living by the principal's of your holy word; and learning a few trades made it fun ,though learning from Dad how to be a mechanic was a pain in the ass it was worth it in the end.' as I lost the battle to stay conscious after my thoughts and prayers to Yahweh were done.
As darkness consumed me I dreamt of my life growing up and how blessed I was. I was born to a Itilian mother and a Norwegian father; my mom died during a terriorst attack after she brought my new little brother and sister into this world naming them James Stormo and Sara Stormo respectfully. They bombed the hospital because it was owned by a Jew named Szpilman. This happened when I was nine years old and my father, who was a retired captain of the army, got me and the family out safely. That was when I saw man die for the first time. My dad shot him and protected us from the bad man and it was then that I knew I wanted to be like my dad. I started to put myself through the ringer and become stronger everyday chopping wood, running, tending to my mother's garden, watching over my little siblings doing everything I could to watch over my family, going to bed each night tired, sore, and ready to keep going to achieve something new everyday. I passed highschool with a 5.0 GPA average and went to enlist in the army to protect my family and country from both foreign and domestic threats. I eventually ended up here knowing the care and love of a family, and learning that a God sent down their only child to die for me. I am truly blessed to have someone to love me and care for me in all ways.
Just as I was in the middle of dreaming about my life I was awakened by a loud KaaBoom. I shoot awake and scrambled to my feet as I felt heat on my back and quickly turned around and beheld one of our buildings swallowed in flame and smoke crashing to the ground. All I could think was ' This is FUBAR.' as I turned and prepared for the enemy's night attack.