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.