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just hoping for a hit. He was only up for a few seconds before he was gunned down.
Cole saw the entire tragedy. It wasn’t pretty, and he wasn’t moving. Wildman was dead.
“Damn it!!” Cole grieved, while considering options knowing it was perhaps time for his own ‘Hail Mary’ to get his team out of there. Their presence in the small village had been compromised, and they were still trying to figure out the leak.
“We’re screwed.” Turner said. His voice had a tone of resignation. It seemed as if the situation was indeed hopeless.
Cole looked at his comrade sternly.
“No, we’re not.” Cole said. Cole’s voice had a tone of finality and there was a look of steel in his eyes.
“SEAL team 7 will not die here.”
Turner looked at Cole with a look of confusion.
“What are you going to do?”
Cole didn’t answer. There was no point. He just had to act before they were all taken down.
Cole started running towards the sandy hill where members of the renowned terrorist group were entrenched. It was a mad, suicidal charge, but he knew his team could use the few moments of surprise to their advantage. He raced forward, pouncing left and right while ducking, like some kind of four-legged animal
“What the hell is he doing? He’ll get himself killed!”
Turner could not believe what he was seeing. No one could believe it. For a moment, everyone was too stunned to even move, including the enemy, who even held their fire for the moment. But it was Turner who first woke up from the momentary surprise.
“Give him some cover fire!” Turner barked. You two swing around and take 3 and 9 position. He pulled the trigger and started firing. Seal Team 7 quickly sprang into action taking advantage of the few seconds of leverage. Soon, there was a hail storm of return fire from Cole’s team, taking out key positions that quickly evened the fire fight.
Everything suddenly started to move in slow motion for Cole. It seemed like he was in some kind of strange movie. Before Cole enlisted in the Navy he had read about how this could happen when on the brink. How perceptions could change in some bizarre way. He didn’t expect to actually experience it first-hand. But now it was happening. Cole could see the bullets whizzing past him in slow motion. He could see the look on his enemies’ eyes. And he just kept running erratically toward them, firing, hitting mark after mark.
There was no fear in Cole’s heart. His mission was to create an opportunity from which his brothers could benefit. He wasn’t concerned about himself, at all. He was going to take down as many of the terrorists as he could and let his team capitalize on the element of surprise, or shock, or stupidity, he wasn’t quite sure what term fit best. An idea dislodged from memory, from his favorite movie, ‘ Dances with Wolves’ .
He ran right into a sea of bullets. Cole didn’t notice but the enemies around him were dropping fast from the gunfire of his friends. He took down two more and then another, and another. Cole wasn’t even counting. He just kept charging and firing away. Some sort of divine intervention at war, it seemed.
***
The sights and sounds of the battle in Afghanistan were still fresh in Cole’s mind. It was almost as if it had happened yesterday and not months ago. Cole silently opened his eyes. They wandered to the ceiling of the bus. He looked around. There were other sleepy looking passengers on the bus as it silently moved along the long country road.
Cole had dozed off on the ride home. He had already touched down on USA soil, now the strange land and vicious battle was long done. It was all a dream. But Cole had painful wounds to show for it. His leg was in a cast and he would have to walk on crutches for some time. He would need a lot of physical and psychological therapy from the PTS but at least he was home, a proud protector of the U.S.A and its citizens. He had made something of himself, despite the
Cole saw the entire tragedy. It wasn’t pretty, and he wasn’t moving. Wildman was dead.
“Damn it!!” Cole grieved, while considering options knowing it was perhaps time for his own ‘Hail Mary’ to get his team out of there. Their presence in the small village had been compromised, and they were still trying to figure out the leak.
“We’re screwed.” Turner said. His voice had a tone of resignation. It seemed as if the situation was indeed hopeless.
Cole looked at his comrade sternly.
“No, we’re not.” Cole said. Cole’s voice had a tone of finality and there was a look of steel in his eyes.
“SEAL team 7 will not die here.”
Turner looked at Cole with a look of confusion.
“What are you going to do?”
Cole didn’t answer. There was no point. He just had to act before they were all taken down.
Cole started running towards the sandy hill where members of the renowned terrorist group were entrenched. It was a mad, suicidal charge, but he knew his team could use the few moments of surprise to their advantage. He raced forward, pouncing left and right while ducking, like some kind of four-legged animal
“What the hell is he doing? He’ll get himself killed!”
Turner could not believe what he was seeing. No one could believe it. For a moment, everyone was too stunned to even move, including the enemy, who even held their fire for the moment. But it was Turner who first woke up from the momentary surprise.
“Give him some cover fire!” Turner barked. You two swing around and take 3 and 9 position. He pulled the trigger and started firing. Seal Team 7 quickly sprang into action taking advantage of the few seconds of leverage. Soon, there was a hail storm of return fire from Cole’s team, taking out key positions that quickly evened the fire fight.
Everything suddenly started to move in slow motion for Cole. It seemed like he was in some kind of strange movie. Before Cole enlisted in the Navy he had read about how this could happen when on the brink. How perceptions could change in some bizarre way. He didn’t expect to actually experience it first-hand. But now it was happening. Cole could see the bullets whizzing past him in slow motion. He could see the look on his enemies’ eyes. And he just kept running erratically toward them, firing, hitting mark after mark.
There was no fear in Cole’s heart. His mission was to create an opportunity from which his brothers could benefit. He wasn’t concerned about himself, at all. He was going to take down as many of the terrorists as he could and let his team capitalize on the element of surprise, or shock, or stupidity, he wasn’t quite sure what term fit best. An idea dislodged from memory, from his favorite movie, ‘ Dances with Wolves’ .
He ran right into a sea of bullets. Cole didn’t notice but the enemies around him were dropping fast from the gunfire of his friends. He took down two more and then another, and another. Cole wasn’t even counting. He just kept charging and firing away. Some sort of divine intervention at war, it seemed.
***
The sights and sounds of the battle in Afghanistan were still fresh in Cole’s mind. It was almost as if it had happened yesterday and not months ago. Cole silently opened his eyes. They wandered to the ceiling of the bus. He looked around. There were other sleepy looking passengers on the bus as it silently moved along the long country road.
Cole had dozed off on the ride home. He had already touched down on USA soil, now the strange land and vicious battle was long done. It was all a dream. But Cole had painful wounds to show for it. His leg was in a cast and he would have to walk on crutches for some time. He would need a lot of physical and psychological therapy from the PTS but at least he was home, a proud protector of the U.S.A and its citizens. He had made something of himself, despite the
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