It was beautiful evening as I stood by myself watching the sun go down on the barren wasteland. The sky was a beautiful shade of orange. I snubbed the cigarette in my hand as I took a final puff watching the sun disappear and darkness creep in. I stood there for a few moments taking it all in.

"Sir it's time." a member of my team said. I turned around and started following him.

We reached the briefing room where my team were all gathered. I nodded at them as I entered and took a seat and the meeting began.

"Any questions?" I asked at the end of the meeting.

"Sir are we sure the target is going to be there?" one of the newer members of the team asked.

"Do not worry our informant has been supplying us accurate information for years. We still have escape routes planned just in case." I said with absolute confidence.

The soldier nodded in affirmation

"Any more questions?" I asked again. "Everyone at the choppers in 15 minutes." I said after seeing no response.

""Yes sir"" everyone said in unison.

After 15 minutes, we boarded our respective choppers and flew towards our target. There are 3 choppers each chopper had three teams: A B C and each had their own targets. In the chopper I was reading a novel called "Legend of The Fearless". It was a ritual before every mission, it would help me calm myself. After a while the pilot informs us that we are 2 minutes from the target. I put on my head-protection gear with night vision goggles and put the book away.

The choppers descend and we used a rope to get down. After everyone was out, the chopper turned around and left and we started moving towards our targets. After some time we saw our target. It was strangely quiet but we still continued with the mission.

We quickly enter the building we scan every hallway, room, corner we can think of but we find nothing. I realized what was going on and just as I was about to give the orders we hear multiple explosions in the distance.

"SIR IT'S AN AMBU--aaaaaaah" the sounds of screams and bullets are heard and then only static. It was the leader of Team C who was heard shouting in the comms.

I gave the order to retreat but it was too late as an explosive went off nearby.

All I could hear was a ringing sound for a few seconds and then the sound of bullets. I watched as I saw my team getting slaughtered in front of me and then a bullet hit my thigh and then my shoulder as I fell to the ground.

Feelings of rage, agony, despair were all I felt.

My life flashed before me and I realized how worthless I was.

'I was an orphan, an outcast no matter where I was who I was with until I joined the military and my team in the end led them to their death as well.....It was truly pathetic'

I bled to death with these thoughts in mind.