'𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚.'
In 2005 Joshlynn Moore is set out to deploy to Afghanistan. She is met with the struggle of trying to adjust h...
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There was arguing that became distinct. Then I heard the sound of contact. I crawled my way towards the window above the bed; it was the taliban.But I had no time left. I rampaged around looking for the grenade I had but it was too late. They came in smashing through the door.
"No!" I yelled screaming and kicking.
I was weak, I tried to stop my tracks grabbing onto any items that might make it harder for them but It was no use. Nothing seemed to work. and I tried to get up but I was smashed down to the floor by the Taliban.
They began yelling at me in their native tounge punching me to the ground. They dragged me back up by my vest, they screamed and hit me. This is where I knew it was over. They were bringing me towards a chamber of doom.
"No! No no no!" I begged I tried to use my feet to stop them but it was no use.
"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled.
I tried to let my feet stop me but my feet just dragged on the floor. They were useless. They threw me on the floor and beat me. But it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled.
The man grabbed me by my hair to make sure I was looking at him. He yelled at me pointing his finger at me but I didn't care what he said. He slapped me across my face.
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
"Fuck you, American!" He yelled back.
There was blood dripping down from my face.
"Die motherfucker!" He yelled.
He slapped me across my face a few more times but I couldn't help but laugh.
"Fucking do it!" I smiled.
"This is funny!" He asked with an accent.
It's not that anything was funny but I began to break down. I wasn't scared of facing death, but I wasn't the type to give up either. I was a fighter and I was going to keep fighting.
"You're going to die bitch!" The man yelled.
He slapped my face and got up. One of his men held my head down.
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
"I'm going to cut your head off and ship it to the Americans!" He yelled
