Post by Militis of Deus on Oct 25, 2008 11:08:03 GMT -5
I had never seen a night so dark. The fog was low and heavy, as if the blackness all around you wasn’t enough. My team received orders for our next mission. There was a small village that needed to be taken. It was well defended. We all acted ready even though deep down inside we all knew the odds of coming out of this one alive were slim as we were outnumbered two to one.
As we approached the target we gathered behind cover just out of sight of the enemy.
“ok here we go. Our mission is to turn off the generator so all the lights go out. Then our special forces can move in undetected. You guys go right, we will work our way up the middle, keep the pressure on them.” Encouragingly exclaimed our leader.
I was nervous. I had never experienced a mission like this. As I looked around I realized we were not going to be able to make it to our objective safely the way were headed. Knowing I had to make a decision, I did, doubting myself here would mean death to me and my team. I requested permission to break off from my squad. To my surprise it was granted to me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and whispered to myself.
“Here we go, Lord guide me.”
I drew back and immediately sprinted across the road to the best cover I could find. I could here laughter, muffled by the sound of the generator in front of me. With more courage than I had within me I rose and began my trek through the thick, black woods, heading strait for my target. What happened next is a mystery to me even today. A tac. light flickered on not ten yards in front of me. I froze knowing I was the front most man in my team. This must be the enemy. I felt as if death himself was in the light taunting me, it swung my direction. Everything seemed to slow way down as I blocked out the shouts and gunfire in the distance. Death grew closer. And just like that death had past. Confused I watched my foe turn and walk away. I was baffled at what had just happened. I couldn’t move, I was still frozen. I was quickly shaken back to reality by the bass drums in my chest.
“That was a present, a gift, now get yourself together and do something with it!” I told myself with more encouragement than ever before.
For some reason, at this very moment, I knew This was all going to turn out okay. I rose and advanced. The shouts of agony in the one word, “hit!” echoed in the distance over and over again, haunted me. Using my gun barrel to feel my way through the trees like a blind man uses a cane, I reached a two-track. My heart jumped to my throat as I spotted the generator. However two men stood talking over it. It was then that I saw death again. This time in their faces.
“I beat him once before this night.” I thought to myself with a smirk of confidence on my face. “I can beat him again.” So I did.
The left. Both of them. Right at that moment. They both turned and went their separate ways!
“Another gift” I thought.
Staying merely two feet above the ground I dove across the road into the safety of the tall grass were my shrine laid rumbling, waiting for me. My emotions going a mile a minute I began searching for the button that would bring victory to the just. Thirty seconds went by. I laid my rifle down as my search grew more desperate. All it would take was is turn of a head in my direction and I would have failed. A sharp pain struck me across the hand, for a moment I though I had been shot. I realized I had touched the hot engine. Then I found something that seemed promising. A small white switch. I turned it. Time slowed again. ten seconds seemed like ten minutes. Nothing happened. The feeling of dismay and defeat crawled over me as death once more tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw him in the form of my enemy wielding a knife. Simultaneously, in split voices a heard death whisper to me.
“third time’s a charm” he said with a laugh in his voice as the being he posses hollered “knife kill.” I felt cold as I lay there in the grass. The echo of the word “hit” continued. I tried to add to it but couldn’t draw the word out of my breath. The sound of gunfire screamed through the air like a high pitched wine. I just wanted it all to stop. I didn’t want to do this anymore. It wasn’t fair. Why me? I felt so cold. Then everything went pitch black. I knew for sure that was it. I was gone. Then I realized the thing I heard was the deafening gunfire witch soon ceased. I heard a whoop of joy behind our lines. I was confused. I didn’t know what was happening.
I heard a voice. The voice of my enemy, no longer possessed by death. With anguish and shock, I heard him whisper, “Sucker turned off the gas flow!” I remembered that unresponsive little whit switch. I had done it! The cheering of my team continued. I felt accomplished. I could rest now. I did. Everything stopped. With a smile on my face I slipped from this earthy heal. Death had caught up to me. In reality however, I had won.
One more voice was to visit me that night. The voice was soft. That of an angel. “Your not done yet.” It told me.
I opened my eyes to see my team, still intact congratulating me on a job well done. It was my final mission. I was done. I took the time off to heal. Which is the state I sit in as I write this, hoping, dreaming that one day I can return. Return to wrestle with death just one more time.
As we approached the target we gathered behind cover just out of sight of the enemy.
“ok here we go. Our mission is to turn off the generator so all the lights go out. Then our special forces can move in undetected. You guys go right, we will work our way up the middle, keep the pressure on them.” Encouragingly exclaimed our leader.
I was nervous. I had never experienced a mission like this. As I looked around I realized we were not going to be able to make it to our objective safely the way were headed. Knowing I had to make a decision, I did, doubting myself here would mean death to me and my team. I requested permission to break off from my squad. To my surprise it was granted to me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and whispered to myself.
“Here we go, Lord guide me.”
I drew back and immediately sprinted across the road to the best cover I could find. I could here laughter, muffled by the sound of the generator in front of me. With more courage than I had within me I rose and began my trek through the thick, black woods, heading strait for my target. What happened next is a mystery to me even today. A tac. light flickered on not ten yards in front of me. I froze knowing I was the front most man in my team. This must be the enemy. I felt as if death himself was in the light taunting me, it swung my direction. Everything seemed to slow way down as I blocked out the shouts and gunfire in the distance. Death grew closer. And just like that death had past. Confused I watched my foe turn and walk away. I was baffled at what had just happened. I couldn’t move, I was still frozen. I was quickly shaken back to reality by the bass drums in my chest.
“That was a present, a gift, now get yourself together and do something with it!” I told myself with more encouragement than ever before.
For some reason, at this very moment, I knew This was all going to turn out okay. I rose and advanced. The shouts of agony in the one word, “hit!” echoed in the distance over and over again, haunted me. Using my gun barrel to feel my way through the trees like a blind man uses a cane, I reached a two-track. My heart jumped to my throat as I spotted the generator. However two men stood talking over it. It was then that I saw death again. This time in their faces.
“I beat him once before this night.” I thought to myself with a smirk of confidence on my face. “I can beat him again.” So I did.
The left. Both of them. Right at that moment. They both turned and went their separate ways!
“Another gift” I thought.
Staying merely two feet above the ground I dove across the road into the safety of the tall grass were my shrine laid rumbling, waiting for me. My emotions going a mile a minute I began searching for the button that would bring victory to the just. Thirty seconds went by. I laid my rifle down as my search grew more desperate. All it would take was is turn of a head in my direction and I would have failed. A sharp pain struck me across the hand, for a moment I though I had been shot. I realized I had touched the hot engine. Then I found something that seemed promising. A small white switch. I turned it. Time slowed again. ten seconds seemed like ten minutes. Nothing happened. The feeling of dismay and defeat crawled over me as death once more tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw him in the form of my enemy wielding a knife. Simultaneously, in split voices a heard death whisper to me.
“third time’s a charm” he said with a laugh in his voice as the being he posses hollered “knife kill.” I felt cold as I lay there in the grass. The echo of the word “hit” continued. I tried to add to it but couldn’t draw the word out of my breath. The sound of gunfire screamed through the air like a high pitched wine. I just wanted it all to stop. I didn’t want to do this anymore. It wasn’t fair. Why me? I felt so cold. Then everything went pitch black. I knew for sure that was it. I was gone. Then I realized the thing I heard was the deafening gunfire witch soon ceased. I heard a whoop of joy behind our lines. I was confused. I didn’t know what was happening.
I heard a voice. The voice of my enemy, no longer possessed by death. With anguish and shock, I heard him whisper, “Sucker turned off the gas flow!” I remembered that unresponsive little whit switch. I had done it! The cheering of my team continued. I felt accomplished. I could rest now. I did. Everything stopped. With a smile on my face I slipped from this earthy heal. Death had caught up to me. In reality however, I had won.
One more voice was to visit me that night. The voice was soft. That of an angel. “Your not done yet.” It told me.
I opened my eyes to see my team, still intact congratulating me on a job well done. It was my final mission. I was done. I took the time off to heal. Which is the state I sit in as I write this, hoping, dreaming that one day I can return. Return to wrestle with death just one more time.