“You are fine! The bullet hit your vest!”
I look at him, it’s all foggy.
I touch with my hand the place where it hit. I look to my right and see the dead soldier who was shot before.
“Let’s get off this fucking roof! They are butchering us!"
I start feeling the adrenaline in me, exploding in anger. I recover from the shock.
‘DO YOU FUCKING DARE TO FUCKING SHOOT ME!?’
“We all get up and cover you while you take him down!”
Says Dixie to Millan.
“Let’s do this!”
I look at Dixie and nod my head.
“3…2…SHOOT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!”
We get up at the same time and unleash Hell on them. Millan and Burns are taking the wounded down the stairs. A guy lifts his head from behind a window. My bullets hit right between his eyes.
Another bullet hits me in the vest but it doesn’t move me at all, the adrenaline is rolling trough me like mad, screaming trough the barrel of my gun. Only God can judge me now.
“Get to the stairs, I’ll cover you!” I say to Dixie.
“Ok!”
“Go now!”
He’s able to reach the stairs. I run to him too and get down. Blood is pumping trough me very fast.
There are marines standing at the windows. The guy from the horror room is standing in a corner holding his head, screaming and crying. The noise of the gunshots is very loud and we are used to it, but he’s scared like fuck.
Millan is treating the wounded on the ground.
I reload my rifle.
Person’s talking trough the radio with the outposts:
“Outpost 1-1, here BASE 1, do you have visual on the enemies? Over!”
“Affirmative BASE 1, we’re engaging now!”
A 50 cal. Starts shooting from their side. The noise it makes scares the Taliban.
Lt. Hills is shooting trough a window.
I join him.
“We are pushing them back!” He says.
“Bastards, they have waited and watched us all this time!” I say.
“How far is that helicopter?” asks Millan desperate from the other side of the room.
“Three minutes! Hold on!”
“They will retreat as soon they start to hear the helicopter.”
“Let’s hope so!”
“They got one of our guys up on the roof."
“Fuck!” reacts Hills. “We should…”
An explosion noise interrupts him.
“RPG! RPG!”
“Ok, guys! Get out the Goliath!”
Goliath is a guided missile launcher, it destroys anything you aim it at. I don’t want to be on the Taliban’s side.
“Outpost 1-1, we are taking out Goliath, how copy? Over!”
“Good copy, BASE 1, unleash fire on them!”
A soldier sets the rocket launcher on the ground and sets the counting. He gets away from it and takes cover.
“Say hello to my little friend!”
It shoots. The sound it makes when the rocket launches is like music to my ears. After a 5 seconds an explosion stops all the shooting. Another burst of rifle and it all stops for good.
