Kill a man
My life has always been a sh*t show; I don't know what you guys believe, God, Buddhism, Allah, but I know one thing for sure there is something out there that watches us. Maybe we are in a game, and the player decides our fates with each option they choose, or maybe we are a character in a book written by a crazy author, and he decided we have to make this guy's life hell.
Some people will never reach the tip of the amount of suffering I have been through, all for what so people can sit in their living room watching television, eat pizza, get fat, and still disrespect me. I don't want you shouting "thank you for your service."I want you to keep your mouth shut if whatever you have to say is the people in the military are bad. There are bad people everywhere.
I laid underneath my camo, my riffle pointing down a road that my unit is supposed to protect; we had vehicles stopped, and we search them for anything useful like maps or materials that make explosives. The sweat on my face dripping down, and they would dry up as they touch the ground. The hottest weather I have ever been in was 120 degrees celsius, but today it was 110, my balls are wet and dry at the same time. The people here go about their business like it any normal day.
I saw a truck driving in fast; my instinct kicked. I called it up on the radio."Main!Main!! We got a truck passing checkpoint grasshopper at an abnormal speed, how copy." S........s.....the response I got back from the radio was, "Viper! you came in static and unreadable say again your last".
Without hesitation, I call it up again; the marines by the roadblock also notice the truck rushing at them. The loudspeaker in the hands of a translator began its work as the translator calls out to the truck to stop; after the truck crosse checkpoint ladybug, one of the marines that were about 400 meters shot a warning shot, but the truck did not stop.
"hey move motherf***er, it a godd**m armored truck, like thunder every single marine ran for cover, immediately they got to cover they let their bullet out while machineguns were setting up. Slender man got his 203 out released some high explosive in the air; by some luck, he hits one of the tires in the back of the truck.
Boom.....a 100 meter that's how far away the unit was from the blast, the truck had IED set to kill every one of us; we weren't totally safe yet because the shrapnel hit two marines and I was one of them. We didn't die, so calm down, hit me in the side of the neck, and hit the other marine in his leg.
I didn't even have the time to notice my bleeding neck when we took pop shots at our position, "Enemy, 150 meters, 3 o'clock. They should never have gotten this close. We were all focused on the truck.
In my first firefight, you had thought I would be scared, but No, it wasn't me; in fact, I yearn for it. The feeling of the reaper scythe across your neck, knowing you are just one mistake away from your death, so is your brothers and the man on the opposite team fighting in this mini-war.
We meet anywhere, but here we would acknowledge each other as friends, but since he choose a team and I have chosen mine, I have no choice but to kill him. Rip him from his family, lay his body down in the ground beneath my boots, and watch as his blood dries with no sympathy.
You kill a man for the first time; you feel things; some say they feel like a god that controls life and death, some feel free like they have been let out of their chains, and for some, it is a constant nightmare that hunts their very own sanity.
They always say kill a man, and we will know who you really are—there a monster, a demon, and a beast laying in all of us. It is patient; watching the moment, you let control of yourself is the moment you have lost. I let it out, my own demon; his face was not visible, but his eyes were red, the wide smile and the stature of his body it was all me.