Ten years ago, I was a marine, a true American badass. I served five tours in Iraq. For me, it was fun. But for everyone else, it was a living hell. One time my unit was sent In to protect a meeting between a U.S. Representative and a leader of al-Qaeda that would've ended the war.
On the way there the Humvee that was at the front of the convoy ran over a buried I.E. triggered an ambush. I was in a tank about fifteen feet away with the representative and two of my fellow marines. One of the two marines is a lifelong friend of mine. My friend and I made it out of the tank alive.
There A shitload of tangos and gunfire surrounding me. I see a few of them on a balcony on the other side of the tank. I stand up to take em out but as soon as I do my helmet gets shot off. so I drop to the ground.
The cannon fire from the tank next to me is deafening. I try to stand up as my life finishes flashing before my eyes.
I hear the representative screaming inside the tank. Hurried I stand to my feet and turn around to see a turban-head firing a flame thrower into the tank. I kill him without thinking but the damage had been done. In the distance I hear my commanding officer yell retreat.