My name is Carl. I am 21 years old and living in Amsterdam. I struggled since I was young, to be a part of the Dutch Royal Army.

Now, I have been for 1 year at the army. I have been on an internship in Afghanistan. I survived dozens of attacks by the Talibans. Now, you will read one of my biggest and maybe the most dangerous attack in Afghanistan.

It was a cold icy day. My colleagues were preparing the guns and ammo for the day, which was coming up. After that, I prepared breakfast for the whole crew. We were with 40-50 man. We were eating for like 3 minutes and suddenly we heart 8 or 10 bullets,
probably shot by the Taliban. 2 waiters were shouting that there lay a dead man on the road.

5 colleagues of me went outside to look what was happening. They were out of the house for 2 minutes and suddenly we heared more bulletsounds. Everyone stayed up of the table and was taking coverage. I covered myself under the table. The waiters were
shouting that all soldiers who went outside were killed. The waiters also saw 5 suspecious cars and at least 40 members of the taliban.

We were locked-up. We couldn't escape the house. I reload my gun and was preparing to fight. Suddenly a grenate were throwed into our department. Luckily, the grenate wasn't exploding for some kind of reason. I opened the window and started firing.

One bullet of me has probably hit the engine of the car which was the coverage of some soldiers of the taliban. They died of the explosion of the car. Then I continued firing, but unfortunately I was shot 2 times in my shoulder. I wasn't able to move
my right arm, so I couldnt shoot.

I lost a lot of blood. I was scared to be unconsciouss of the blood that I was losing of my body. Suddenly, the taliban entered the department and was shooting. I heart a lot of people screaming and shouting. We needed more assistance. If this would have
go further, we probably all have died.

I was hiding in the kitchen. I thought that this day was the last day I would be alive. I started crying. I was swearing at myself that I left 2 children without a father. But I did not lose hope. This might be the be-all and the end-all. I swept my tears.I
better start being strong and go out of the kitchen to give assistance to my soldiers.

With one hand holding a gun, I run out of the kitchen with a lot of pain on my right arm. I shot 2 talibans. We were having more assistance outside our department from the civils. This resulted to the fallback of the soldiers.

After our victory, I tried to help other soldiers to give aid. I kept losing blood from my shoulder.

5 minutes later...
I felt on the ground. I had lost toomuch blood. Everything turned into black. I was about to die.