Building my life

In times of war

"Psalms 144:1, "Bless the Lord, my rock, who taught my hands how to fight, who taught my fingers how to do battle."

"Hooah!" Shouted the warriors, covered in the cold inky blackness of the helicopter.

The officer, said from his seat "Alright guys let me explain the mission, there are six of our guys that need to go home, we'll land, go on foot to the objective, secure the area and then call the extraction vehicle. Any questions?"

"I have a question, sir." Said one of the soldiers a little shyly, "What kind of support do we have?"

"Well boy, we can have as much fireworks as we want, there are no villages near the zone so we are weapons free." Said the officer with excitement. "Any other questions?"

Everyone remained silent, some of the soldiers where excited but others were full of fright, they were worried this might be their last mission, their last breath, instead of being with family and friends, they were going to Syria to rescue soldiers. Soldiers that were also scared shitless, who were in the middle of a war zone at that moment, or maybe even dead by now. But this was no excuse for these brave men, these guys knew what it was like to be at the frightening hands of death, they knew how it felt when angels came to rescue them, when they got back home, to their families and strangely, felt secure.

These soldiers had fear as their motivation to give extra sweat, effort and blood on every fight.

"I know you guys are scared, I am too, like, I don't want to die either. But those guys out there, they've been fighting for continuos hours, maybe even days." Said the officer, breaking the silence. "We're going back home, with six more friends, we haven't trained hard to be cowards, we're Belgium's Para-commando forces! Let's show the enemy that they are playing with the wrong people!"

"Hooah!" shouted the soldiers now fully excited.

The officer was now calmed, his motivational speech worked, he needed every single man on their feet and not distracted with fear or anything that might come across their minds. He knew they were right to be scared, they have experienced the death of fallen brothers of war, they knew how it felt to be surrounded by enemies, how it felt to be convinced that they would die and never return home. But he needed them to focus on the mission, even if everything could go wrong.

"ETA 5 minutes" said the pilot through the speaker.

The helicopter landed, the back doors were opening letting the sun's brightness take everyone by surprise, they got used to it quickly and got out of the vehicle.

"Hey Frank! We should be able to see the objective from here, check their status!" Said the officer getting down from the helicopter and giving a look at the surroundings.

"A'ight boss!" Said Frank now watching the 6 soldiers with his binoculars.

"Why didn't the pilot leave us over there?" Said one of the soldiers pointing at the direction they were headed.

"Supposedly it's too dangerous, don't see any here." Replied another one.

The soldiers were now in a semicircle formation just outside of the helicopter's doors, every one with their rifles up ready to engage anyone that tried to harm them.

"Boss, everything seems clear, the six guys are just sitting there." Said Frank suspecting something isn't right.

"Ok, but don't lower your guard." Said the officer.

"Hey! There's someone over there, walking towards us." Said one of the soldiers, the officer immediately pointed his gun at the direction and looked for more targets, he couldn't shoot because it wasn't confirmed the person was hostile.

"Sir, stop right there or we'll be forced to shoot!" Said the officer now ready for anything to happen.

Just as the officer finished talking they heard a strange sizzling sound getting louder and louder until it exploded next to the group of soldiers.

"RPG! We've been ambushed!" Shouted Frank now shooting at the guy that was walking towards them.

There was a rain of bullets headed towards the soldiers, ground splashing dust as the bullets landed near them.

"Alright run to the objective! We'll call for air support when we get there!" Said the officer while shooting to where the other bullets were coming from, his heart was pounding on his chest like if it wanted to leave its place.

The group started running to the direction of the objective, the adrenaline they felt helped them run faster than they ever though, they didn't feel tired, on the contrary, they felt fast, strong, powerful.

They kept running until they got to their objective, the six soldiers who they needed to rescue were shooting back at the enemies.

"I'm Bryant Andrews, we're here to take you back home" said the officer getting closer to the other squad's officer.

"I am Rick Darmond, thank God you guys came, we're almost out of supplies" said the man with relief, his rifle clicked and he was out of ammunition, Bryant tossed him two magazines which Rick caught successfully, putting one on his pocket and the other on his rifle, Bryant could see the man was tired, the others might think he was full of strength, but Bryant knew Rick was sore and full of pain, he also fought with everything, so that his men would feel protected, confident. He needed to get this guys out of the damned war zone and back home.

"Sky Hell 3-1, this is Bravo 5-2 we need air support, over." Said Bryant over the radio, he started shooting at the little moving dots he saw in the distance, they were far away but that didn't mean they were not a treat. He aimed a bit higher to compensate for the distance, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger. He heard his rifle bang, a few moments later he saw the dot fall down and aimed at another target.

The others where also picking off enemies in the distance until they saw the ground over there turn into a cloud of dust and fire, right after that they heard "brrrrrt, brrrrt" and the loud deafening sound of the airplane passing by while shooting hell to the enemies.

"Alright, someone call for extraction" Said Bryant now taking cover to insert another magazine into his rifle.

When the chopper arrived Bryant gave an order to cover the six soldiers until they got inside. Then it was Bryant's squad turn to get inside, they were heading to the chopper while shooting. One of the soldiers was struck in the shoulder by a bullet as they were getting close to the helicopter.

"Man down! Cover me, I'll go get him" Said Bryant running towards the soldier. Suddenly, the ground below him exploded, sending him flying to the opposite direction. He was almost deaf, he could only hear a loud, ear-tearing, beeping noise.

"We..get....to..chopper" he barely heard.

The man felt he had a severe wound on his leg, he felt agony from the pain, it was unbearable, so painful he would prefer to die if it promised to stop.

Someone got him up and dragged him to the helicopter where they lay him down, he was looking blurry, when he felt like his life was fading, when he knew he was going unconscious, maybe for ever, he heard someone say in terror.

"Where is his leg?"

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