September 30, 2008
By Andrew Roberts, Littleton, CO

“GO GO GO!” as the whizzing of bullets passed me “fire!” I fired and the kick from the rifle that I have felt quite frequently lately had my shoulder sore. I ran forward covering my sergeant as he pressed on. It always amazed me how he could keep his calm no matter the situation. “BOOM!” as razor sharp shards of glass cut into my combat vest. It hurt but the adrenalin that was pulsing through my body saved the dreadful pain until later. It wasn’t as horrible as hearing ...”RPG! GET DOWN!” the scariest thing heard; grabbing another magazine and yelling “Reloading!” over the sounds of gunfire, took careful aim and unloaded my fresh clip on three guys. I scanned the area with a sharp eye and reloaded. I saw there was only one guy left. As I reached for my sharpshooter I got shot from behind. I spun around and pistol whipped the foe until he unfortunately was no more. I said “sniper” and a total of six bullets -including mine- sped straight for him and I had to turn away as he fell the back breaking eighty feet from the water tower.

I radioed for the medic and he pulled the all the glass that was lodged in my back and arm, the bullet in my back, and the cuts on my face. I grimaced as the pain slowly slipped away. Immediately grabbed fresh clips for my weapons and got myself apples and peanut butter and relaxed.
When I woke up, it seemed like I’ve only been sleeping for seconds maybe even minutes but when Sergeant Steve shook me and handed me a pair of night vision goggles. He said departure was in five minutes. I looked for my pistol and under it was a tracer pad. My friend Private Austin told me we’ll have heat sensors so we know who not to shoot. I was given a silencer for my rifle, pistol, and sharpshooter. As I did that three Taliban solders walked passed me sarge gave the signal to hit the dirt and me my scout and our sergeant all pulled out our knives and ambushed them from behind, before they could force their last breath into a cry for help. Our sergeant let his non-living body hit the ground. We dragged the bodies out of sight, then we started to walk.
when we got to the city’s capital, we took out the lookouts, lights, and guards. Once we were inside we headed into the control room and destroyed the cameras and screens. we were so stealthy we only had to use our knives! Once we got to the tallibanian leader’s room we found out that he wasn’t hiding in the United States he was in his own country taking a shower! we took up stealthy spots so when he got out we would attack him. Thankfully he surrendered. As we were walking out we got blind sighted! Our commanding officer had been shot clean through the chest. I checked his pulse, but what I already knew was just confirmed, he was dead before he hit the ground. I took his rifle, pistol, and grenades and gave the rifle to my scout. I told him that he needed to snipe as many solders as he could. My entire team knew that it was very importaint theat he gets up to the spot because he would be our only advantage over the solders. I found an R.P.G. and fired it at a group of taliban solders, grabbed my rifle and fired it at one then two then three then....Oh no MAN DOWN!!!! I covered Sanchez as he took the ammunition. I looked at the rest of my remaining team.

I knew that we couldnt last very long, there were two men down and there were eight men left and with two miles left. We needed to get out now. Since we had to get to the humvees, I said lets move out. By the time we got to the hole in the wall we entered in we had lost three more men, I had been shot and we still had the fear of snipers with still one more mile left. By the time we got to the humvee there was only me and my scout. About twenty miles down the road we hit a land mine and my scout -who was in the turret seat- flew out and died as he hit the ground head first I was found two miles from the country boundary I got surrounded, shot, and left to die. Before I knew it there was a helicopter coming from the distance the last thing I thought was god help me. When I woke up I saw my family in my millitary hospital room. I was cut up, all banged up, and sore. Later when the doctor cane in he said that I finished the mission and would be able to go home in a day. I asked how long have I been here? He simply replied a week and walked out of the room. The next day I went home and immediately the war had ended soon after that, and I was remembered as a national hero.

The author's comments:
i want people to enjoy my writing and how the war in IRAQ can be but this is not a true story

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