Last Moments On Earth

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"fheeewww", I barely dodged another bullet as it went right over my head, "du du du du du" I could barely hear my commanding officer give orders over the sound of continuous fire from the Al-fatri terrorists, "James!!! Call for reinforcements, call the damn base, its a fucking ambush", I was the radio specialist of the peace Corp squadron. "Peace Corp squadron 2 to base, over!!, Peace Corp squadron to base, please respond!" "tsssshhhhtshhhh" the radio static was my reply for over two heart wrenching minutes. But how in heaven's name did this happen?

"Good morning James", called out to my neighbour, I was outside the house putting my luggage into the car driving me to base. After 3 years of applying for a place on the Peace Corp squadron I finally got my chance. I kissed my wife and my two daughters goodbye, and I got on my way to base. The Peace Corp is a section of the United States Army that specialises in human relations in Warring countries, so basically we try to negotiate peace for the people in the country, but apparently it doesn't always work out that way.

"Ateeeen-hut", a line of twenty peace Corp soldiers went stiff as a straw in salute of our commanding officer, "at ease soldiers, I need you to pack your bags up, we're heading east, 37 clicks from base, there's been a call for diplomacy with the terrorists, they say they're ready to drop their weapons, in exchange for food and medical supplies, we leave by 0800 (Eight AM) sharp", then In affirmative response, we gave a chorus "Yes Sir".

We all put on our basic gear and we were ready for transport by 0800, a squad of twenty-one, twenty soldiers and our commanding officer. We had two trucks, one with the requested supply and one for our convey, we were less than four minutes drive away from our destination when... "BoOOOom" the truck right in front of us went flying, the road had been planted with explosives. Then we started hearing Ak-47s firing rounds upon rounds of bullets at our truck. "Stop the fucking truck, soldiers take cover, it's an ambush".

Right In front of me, I saw one of the bullets hit one of us right In the skull, he went limp In seconds, this was my first real combat experience, I only went for combat training at camp, I was freaking out seeing my fellow soldier's dead body, I thought the Peace Corp only negotiated, damn.

"James!!! Call for reinforcements, call the damn base, its a fucking ambush", I was pulled out of my panic by my commanding officer's voice, I could see the Al-fatri terrorists already surrounding our truck, "Sir I'm getting radio static, the antenna is fucked, I need to get another from inside the truck, I need cover fire", I hoped for a go ahead from my commanding officer, and that's what I got, the other soldiers took up their guns and I went inside "du du du du du du" my squadron was already giving return fire, from the front of the truck I saw on of the terrorists hit right in the head and I thought "That's fucking Karma", I got the spare antenna and ran back to the rear of the truck, "Peace Corp Squadron 2 to base, over", "Base to Peace Corp Squadron 2, how may I help you", "we're under heavy fire from the Al-fatri terrorists we were ambushed, we need reinforcement ASAP!", "what's your location?", "we're just 9 clicks from the town, please we need help now!!", what I heard next wasn't what I expected "I'm sorry Peace Corp Squadron 2,we can't send reinforcement to your location, we don't have any available field agent, I'm sorry" "dimmmt" Base cut of the radio transmission, we were on our own, I let the radio receiver just slip off my hand in defeat.

"James, when is reinforcement getting here?" "James, can't you fucking hear me" "They are not coming sir, nobody is coming for us sir, we're on our own sir" I saw my commanding officer's composure fall apart, but we were interrupted by the sound of bullets bouncing off the truck "ke ke ke ke ke ke", but he wasn't ready to give up he said "Well then, how many of us are left James?" I checked around and counted Seventeen in all, "Seventeen Sir" "well that's more than enough, if I'm going to die here, I will make sure I take as many of these bastards with me, are you with me soldiers?!" with our commanding officer in charge we chorused "YES SIR".

We kept on returning fire and reloading from the ammunition in the truck, We killed over a hundred of them that day, but our numbers kept dwindling (reducing) until we were just three members left, the terrorists kept coming, we were almost out of bullets, the afternoon dessert sun didn't let up its heat, we were afraid, hungry, thirsty, in pain, but we couldn't give up, the commander got shot in the arm, in a last bid effort before he died he went out of cover and kept shooting as many as he could before he was riddled with bullets by the Al-fatri terrorists, my team member also went out in a bid to run away, but he was shot in the back, I saw him gasping for air before he died. I was getting surrounded, I had just one more magazine of bullets left, and one grenade, my only regret was that I never got the chance to tell my family goodbye, when they got close enough, I pulled the clip of the grenade's head, "BoOOOom"

My name is James Smith, member of the Peace Corp Squadron 2.


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Happy new year and have a splendid day folks.



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