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     Bang, bang, bang, the sound of each bullet 

penetrating the metal target slicing straight through like 

a knife through paper. The soldier lowered his m-1 

carbine after each shot checking to see if his shots even 

made it to the target. The heat of the desert sun was 

beating on his neck, the sweat dripped off his ears and 

hair. “Michael get over here” a tall man dressed in clean 

military uniform yelled. The man firing his m-1 carbine 

looked back and saw his platoon leader calling his name, 

he got out of his prone position and started his path to 

his leader. “Are you ready Michael, are you mentally 

and physically capable of doing this mission?. 

“Michael looked at his platoon leader with his dark 

brown eyes and just nodded his head. “Good son, now 

go load up.” Michael saluted his leader and walked to 

the direction of the loading dock.   “200 rounds, 2 hand 

grenades, a 1911 handgun, and your rifle…looks like 

you’re ready to head out” Sam said, who was the 

platoons medic. Each soldier strapped on their military 

grade backpacks, strapped on their helmets and loaded 

into their 2 ton military vehicles. The drivers fired up 

the engines and off they went, into the streets of hell. 

Michael was placed into a humvee with four other 

soldiers, Sam the medic, Roger the overhead machine 

gun turret operator, Nick the driver, and Vick who was 

riding shotgun holding his m-1 closer to his body than 

ever before. “What’s wrong, Vick?”, Sam asked with a 

smirk on his face as two chin hook helicopters flew 

overhead in the same direction the humvees were 

going. This was Vicks first time riding into a firefight and 

had only fired live rounds back at the bases gun range. 

“Just getting myself mentally prepared” Vick said with a 

light chuckle and a smile on his face which slowly faded 

away as they passed citizens ran sacked stores on the 

side of the street.

Michael just sat there looking forward not saying a word 

the entire drive. “Nice weather we got he-“ Nick stopped 

mid sentence as a bullet came flying in through the 

front window puncturing his chest plate. “ENEMY FIRE” 

Roger said unloading round after round of his 50. 

Caliber machine gun on the terrorists. There were 

terrorist insurgents overhead shooting their ak-47s onto 

the streets where the line of American humvees were 

driving. Michael was searching the rooftops with his 

scope, finger on the trigger. Bang, the body dropped, 

bang another one dead, Michael was picking off 

terrorists one by one. The whole humvee was shaking 

with a loud rattle because of the magnificent firepower 

of the turret atop the humvee.

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