06/29/2012
I awoke to gunfire.
Stumbling out of my bunk, I grabbed at my Sig Sauer, checked the clip and grabbed a few extra, pocketing them. I ripped my kevlar vest from its hitch and pulled it on, pulling back on the jacket of the gun to load a round as I kicked open my door.
It was already a bloodbath.
Gun aloft, I hitched left. No target.
Straight ahead of me was the door leading outside. There was a wall, with three openings, and then a loft-style apartment across the wall.
The entire balcony was loaded with tangos.
I opened fire immediately on the balcony as I headed for the cover of the wall, taking fire myself. Nothing hit.
I debated briefly whether to punch through the opening and aim up, or try to gain a position on the wall. There was enough standing room on the wall, plus cover.
I climbed up, and immediately took a shot to the shoulder, and another couple as I fell down to the ground, blood gurgling from my throat.
I vaguely remember being taken to the infirmary and being patched up. Before the stitches had a chance to settle, I grabbed my Sig, gasping blood, and headed back out.
Through the middle gap, I broke through, firing into a wall of enemy. One of them had an mp5.
Clear of enemy fire, I picked up the fallen weapon and an extra clip. I entered the tango building and unleashed hell.
Cutting left, I peered around a wall and opened fire again, taking down three.
From behind, I heard the click of a pistol’s hammer being cocked back.
Then I woke up.