In the Darkness
December 29 2013
The Captain says the deployment will be over in few weeks but I think I won’t even make the cut on that shit. I nearly got my ass taken out by a sniper last week but I am told that just how this crap goes. Iran, some major ass crap bet you Good ol’ Barrack is just dandy right now. All over a fucking dud too no damn nuclear weapons here, I mean for god sakes they don’t even have food here. I got kids at home but you already know that Dear Journal of mine. I swear if I hear of Uncle Sammy’s songs again I am going to blow my brains out. This FUBAR you know like that Hanks guy in the movie. Fucked up beyond all recognition I think it was called. This ain’t anything a hero will be doing. Killing guys with Towels over their head because it’s high fashion. Whatever I don’t get it and I don’t care I was want to see little Juile and Sam again, you know go back home. Crap Captains Coming, time to put you under the pillow I am going back into Tehran’s Downtown, A.K.A The Darkness.
The Captain read the Journal. "Yea He had himself a clean mouth. God Damn wish I could wash it out with soap." The Captain sitting his bunk, the kid had gone missing in combat in Tehran perhaps a few hours earlier, he remembered seeing the kid put away the journal hastily, he shouldn’t have told the kid go into that hotel, the second the kid did three of his squad was dead and the rest fighting off a good dozen Terrorists. “Colonel I think it may be in the best interests of our government to find him.” He looked to a highly decorated white man. This was a white man’s war. Bush’s fault, Obama did the officially invasion but for goodness sakes he had no choices. He thought all of this has the Colonel looked at him quietly trying to fight back tears it seemed.
The cock sucker had emotion who would have known. “I am getting the CIA on this; the rest of your squad is open for this investigation, get it taken care of. I need to find this kid, what was his name Sgt. Daniel H. Reyes?” The Colonel seemed more business like The Captain nodded, the Cocksucker seemed to know a lot. He ran off to find the rest of his squad rescue operations must be starting soon, the kid might not even been in Tehran could be anywhere in Iran.
Reyes woke up with sweat on his face and the blood from the IED still present. He remembered turning to help his squad but then more Terroists had fired on him in the Hotel. He surrendered out of desperation, he had no other choice, what a mistake the beat him badly in the truck, and he remembered that and only that. “The American what do we do with him?” Was all he could remember one of them saying to one who gave a twisted smile, he doubted it was the leader. Towel heads had a council or some shit he remembered reading.
We need a Lead Terrioists, perhaps a few soldiers, CIA Operatives and a bunch of Terrorists, I am going to be the POW and The Captain of the group, the Colonel is open I guess.
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((BUMP don't mean to but damn there's aloooot of posts in dis place)
Last edited by Edward Smith; 12-26-2012 at 06:17 PM.