My platoon and I were checking homes for arsenal weapons. So far we confiscated a lot. I saw a child carrying a bottle. I shot the bottle and it exploded into flames. The woman screamed and pulled out a gun. John shot her. I collected the gun. I looked to the side and saw a group of people with guns talking. I lifted my gun.
"Put the guns on the ground." I shouted. They lifted their weapons to me. It was like slow motion. Every bullet that came out of my gun. I ducked to a side if a house. The battle went on for hours. More people arrived on their side. My platoon worked on it. When we finally finished them we pulled out and went back to base.
We were there for months doing searches, patrols, guarding, and fighting.
It was pretty gruesome. I was starting my second tour.
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