'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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˗ˏˋ🎶 'ˎ˗ Outro- M83
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I began firing at the Taliban but this was now a war far beyond my control.It was a brutal fight. But this was one I certainly wasn't going to back out of. The villagers were frantic and screaming. I ran over crouching shooting two taliban in the neck. But out of nowhere the little boy runs out of hiding towards me.
"No no!" I shouted grabbing him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
I knew he couldn't understand me he just looked at me in curiosity. He grabbed my side and I looked him confused.
"Help." He nods grabbing my lose hand to help me walk.
These people were very kind till this day I still don't know why they helped me but I was so very grateful.
I was shot in the shoulder causing me to fall down. Gulab came running over to help me up. He began saying something in his language but I couldn't understand. He dragged me into one of the houses leaving me on the bed with his boy. Gulab hid behind a wall covering for me. I coughed out blood as the boy tried his best to comfort me.
A Taliban man walked in saying something in his language but the boy yelled back. The taliban slapped the boy in the face.
"No!" I shouted trying to reach for my gun.
The boy crawled away behind the corner leaving me on my own. I didn't except much from him in the end he could only do so much.
The taliban man turned around grabbing my leg from crawling away. He flipped me over immediately as my body cried in pain.
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
"Fuck you American!" He yelled with an accent before he hit my face with his gun.
My face slowly turned back. When I looked he pointed his gun at me stepping on my ribs.
"Please stop!" I groaned.
I screamed and I cried begging him to stop. The man laughs in my face picking me up and throwing me into the wall. When I hit the ground I let out a loud scream. Outside constant missles were being released. I could see in Gulab fighting the Taliban leader but he didn't look so well.
"Gulab!" I shout.
The Taliban man was going to kick me but I rolled over causing him to miss. I couldn't get up my knee was far too weak. I used my somewhat good leg to try and kick his gun out of his hand but he caught my leg.
He picked me up throwing me around the walls ounce more. I let out hard groans and with every ounce of pain I still wasn't willing to give up. My body impacted the floor hardly. He waisted no time with kicking me in the ribs once more.
