Imagine If It Did End...

This is just a little story from my Mr. Matt *Super* Yao as he is called in the biz.


With the fire fight finally over, but our ears still ringing, we dragged the bodies from the kitchen floor that could no longer be seen beneath the spent 5.56, 9mm and 7.62 casings drenched in blood rolling below the body of our sergeant.

They call this victory, but we drag our fallen brothers to be sent home to their familes. ”He died for his country and fought for what he believed”; that's what they're going to tell his family. But we didn't even know what the hell we were fighting for anymore. We came here to make a difference, but the long term goes out the window here. Now, I think we just fight to stay alive, to protect the man you stand next to and any innocent person you can, and most importantly to kill the enemy before he kills you, accomplish the mission and get the hell out. Despite us not understanding why we were there for so long, we still fought like the Soldiers we were created to be back at Boot Camp in the States.

Holding the hand of your dead Commanding Officer made you wonder if we were even getting out of here alive. Just this week 5 men I was recruited and trained with were dead after their Humvee was hit by an IED. And now Staff Sergeant Teller; an Al Queda sharpshooter put a round between his eyes. It's hard to find aim like that in this country. What makes it even worse; is the children in the house panicked and made a break for the back exit, where an IED had been fixed in the step below the door. The trap was set for us, and maybe we would've found it, but the children didn't think twice. Why the hell are we here? It keeps going through my mind. What happened to “mission accomplished” 6 years ago?


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