(Note: all characters and events depicted in this story are all fictional.)
We got to the beach and quickly made our way to cover without so much as a sound. We quickly spotted what looked like our target and we confirmed as the right guy. I grabbed my rifle and took aim while I used my partners shoulder as my bipod, because they make too much noise when deploying. Just what he trained and practiced for. There would be no mistakes, no second chance. And if we failed, no getting back. I pulled the trigger and saw him slump over. We quickly got back in the water and got back to the boat. Only then did we let ourselves talk. The next thing I know the boat was flying through the air with a sudden boom. Before I could figure out anything I was in the water and I could not tell which way was up. Then I got my Bering's and swam for the surface. Little did I know that it would have been better if I was killed in the explosion or drowned. I blacked out. The next thing I knew? Well, to be honest, I didn't.
