Operation Termite Hill

The Allies Are Also Enemies

"You! What the heck was that?! Tajik?!?!" Swatch yelled, probably alerting the General.

"I- No! That- I didn't!" Campbell's eyes widened, sweat beads dropped down his face like bullets. "Wolf- Malachi! Help! He's gonna shoot me!"

"Campbell... You're one of them? The... Tajik...? You were my best friend...! Right after Juliana... I was praying... You said confusing words before... and when you thought I was asleep... you spoke Tajik...!" I hid behind Swatch, he held me close to his side.

"Wolf... Wolf, I'm... I'm sorry... They told me to wait... But it looks like I've blown my cover..." Tears appeared in Campbell's eyes as he pulled a grenade out of his pants pocket, about to throw it, but fell to the floor once Swatch pulled the trigger.

"Oh my god... Wolf, Wolf," Swatch turned around, grabbing my shoulders and dropping his gun, "I'm so sorry! I didn't wanna shoot but I had to! He could've killed us all!!" Swatch pulled me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. My head rested on his chest and I hugged him back.

"Nini katika kuzimu kinachoendelea hapa?" A muscular man walked in the tent, wrinkling his nose at Campbell's dead body. He had a deep voice, and was a new face to me. He was dark skinned, and quite intimidating.

"Jamani alijificha kama Mmarekani!" Swatch replied in his language, which I'm going to assume is not what Florez was speaking. He held be tightly, still trying to protect me.

"Nitakwenda kupata kamanda." The man replied, running out of the tent, returning with General Foxborn.

    "Malaika, chukua watu hawa wawili kwenye gari." General Foxborn sighed as the tall man, apparently called Malaika, took me and Swatch out of the tent. I looked back, taking a last look at Campbell's body. General Foxborn crouched down next to Campbell's body, inspecting it carefully. He pulled up Campbell's sleeve, seeing a tattoo on his shoulder where the wound was, the Tajikistan flag. General Foxborn gasped and put his hand over his mouth, so did I. Tears swelled in my eyes.

"What... it all happened so fast..." I felt a tug on my arm as I said that. Swatch grabbed my arm, dragging me away. He gave me a quick hug, releasing right as I hugged him back. I let go, realizing my late reaction.

"Shh, Wolf, shh... I'm sorry..." Swatch put his arm over my shoulder, and we followed Malaika. Malaika took us to the vehicles, and Swatch began to speak to him."Mimi na Wolf tunataka kwenda kuomba, tafadhali mwambie Foxborn."

    "Chukua wakati mwingi kama unahitaji." Malakia nodded, and Swatch walked off with me. Malaika leaned on the side of the FMTV, crossing his arms and adjusting his hat on his head.

"Where are we going...? What were you guys saying...? Is everything ok...?"

"We're going to pray, Wolf. I'm an atheist, so do your thing." He let me go, and I led him to Juliana's resting area. "You know what is funny, I was thinking... That soldier's name, Malaika, means angel in Swahili. Isn't that funny?"

"Yea. Quite a coincidence, I might add." I sat down on my knees next to the grave of Juliana, laying my head on my tightly folded hands. I sighed, and began. "Dear Father, I ask you once, might I ask again? Why have you made these events take place? My parents in the crash, none of my family wanted me, Marie breaking up with me, this stab wound, and the two things that affected me the most..." I began to cry, tears dripping down my face like a miniscule waterfall. "Juliana's death, and Campbell's lies. Why did you make people so... so... evil...!?" I paused, realizing my anger and calming down. "Whose sins am I paying for? Or, is this just karma coming back at me? Was it wrong? Wrong to join the military? I know this is Satan himself that we are all fighting, all good Christian can see that. That's why I'm fighting him, to stop his reign of evil. Why did you make all this happen? Please, please, please my savior, help me from this mess that I am in. Please help me fight back my emotions, not letting them get the better of me... amen." I stood up, wiping the tears from my eyes and sighing.