Private 1st Class Juan Perez stared out the window of his Humvee, his rifle at his feet. The dry, desert heat was making him sweat, and the world's most powerful military couldn't put a freakin' A/C in something that was going into the desert. His Humvee was part of a fifteen vehicle convoy whose mission was to provide relief to a U.S. air base in Baghdad. His tour in Iraq just started and he already wanted to go back.
"Man this kinda sucks."
Said his best friend and driver PFC Michael Shaunter.
"Well, at least it can't get any worse than this."
As soon as he said this, Perez felt a jet of hot air rush past him. He looked up and saw and saw the end of a rocket propelled grenade streak past his jeep and hit the side of a convoy truck that was carrying ammunition. There was a deafening explosion followed by a large fireball as the shells and cartridges ignited. Before Perez could react the distinct chatter of AK-47's filled the air. He grabbed his M-16 and bailed out of the jeep with Michael following suite. The gunner on the .50 cal was already down due to a bullet wound to the chest.
"Get up their and man that fifty!" he yelled to Michael.
Michael
wordlessly carried out the command. He climbed into the gunner's
slot, chambered a round, and began firing at targets. By this time
the entire convoy was engaged. The sound of .50 cals, AK's and
M-16s were deafening. Perez made his way toward the center of the
convoy to find the convoy's commanding officer. Halfway to the
command vehicle a bullet whizzed passed his ear. Perez turned to find
his attacker and saw three Iraqi's advancing toward him. He dropped
to his knee and switched his rifle to single shot mode. Perez aimed
at the center man and fired twice into his chest. The enemy fell
backwards with his finger on the trigger firing his last burst. The
other two attackers stopped and fired. Perez shifted and aimed at the
second Iraqi. He gave the trigger a double tap and two bullets went
through the terrorist's skull and flew out the back. The third
attacker started firing wildly and spraying Perez's position with
bullets. Perez kept his poise and leveled his
rifle at the target.
He gave the trigger another double tap and was rewarded with a spray
of pink mist surrounding the attacker's head. Perez continued
heading toward the center of the convoy. He spotted the Lieutenant's
Humvee and made his way toward it. There Lieutenant Emerson was
taking cover behind the vehicle and was staring into space, clutching
his rifle, and muttering quietly to himself. Perez looked at his
commanding officer and shook his head.
"Lieutenant we need to get out of here!" he yelled to Emerson.
But Emerson continued muttering and staring off into space. Perez reached down to shake him out of it but as soon as he did, Emerson's head erupted in a spray of blood. Perez looked around and saw an Iraqi with a scoped rifle chamber another round and takes aim at him. Perez sprinted to the front of the vehicle crouched down. He felt a bullet ping off of the side of the Humvee. Perez jumped out of hiding, aimed, and fired at the sniper, a blossom of red spouted from the Iraqi's skull. He ran back to his own vehicle and jumped in the driver's seat. Shaunter was still there shooting at targets Perez couldn't see. After the ambush, the rest of the trip was uneventful. Perez and his fellow soldiers pulled into the gates of Camp Retribution 3 hours later.
