Monthly Archives: February 2015


14:55 Sierra

bullets whizzing past my chin, i’m hit in my knee bravo is hunkered down behind me and this trash barrel, we’ve been taking SAF for a while now, I haven’t seen anyone, but they can see us, and that pisses me right the fuck off.. every time i get set to move a stream of lead strafes the whole area.. there’s a sniper up there somewhere and he’s got all of us pinned.. i can’t even from what level, all the gunfire echos too much off the buildings for me to pinpoint it.. the kids are across the alley from me behind an old dumpster and look like they just shit their pants.. katie is the strong one, she’s looking back at me for guidance I just motion with my hands to stay low.. darkness is still 4 hours away and we’ve go to get better cover.. got a tourny around my leg that i ripped from my already bare thin pants, the pain is unbelievable.. it’s taken off part of my knee cap.. but by God I can crawl and if I’m breathing i’m goin to fight.. i have a plan,, but it’s gonna take all of us at once to do it.. shots have to be coming northwest, we’re all gonna give it a spray here in a sec in that general direction, need a decoy to draw their fire.. who’s in for risking it?.. not me… not katie.. damn sure not bravo.. one of these kids is gonna have to move fuckin fast or die… more fire.. there in upper right of bank building.. second window,, 50 yards max maybe..


22:23 Sierra

Red took one for the team tonight, i will not forget his face as he stepped up and said he would draw their fire and not to worry, he played football when he was a kid and was faster than the rest of of us, his steely blue eyes cut straight to mine and he nodded to me as he shed his backpack, weapons and shoes,, said shoes slowed him down,, he looked at all of us, smiled a little and then took off at a dead sprint before any of us could speak,, the snipers lead him for a bit and then took him out, he never knew what hit him I’m sure of it, this gave away their position and with 2 RPG’s and a swarm of AK waved across them, the Hads were eliminated from this earth. Bravo took point into the building and confirmed all were dead as he trotted back wagging his tail, ears back.. just the same we all took our time climbing the stairwell and surveying it ourselves.. not much to look for, spattered across the floors and walls with barely recognizable parts scattered about was all we needed to confirm the kills.  we put red in the ground in someones back yard, next to an old swingset with its chains rattling in the wind, we found a shell hole to use as  his grave, marked it with a steel cross made from a couple pieces of fence, katie knelt down and said the words we couldn’t, sent him to God with our blessings and thanks.. I don’t know his age, only his first name and i guess that’s all the matters as I etched RED 2.22.22 DIED FOR HIS COUNTRY into the metal with my pocket knife.. we all stood for moment,, then moved into the shadows to find a place to rest and try to keep warm.. kelly, the kid with the eyes of a hawk and chip the punk with as many tats as I  stifled a whimpering sob as we slid into the night….



19:39 Sierra

We shared a piece of a twinkie and some rot gut merlot and celebrated a birthday today,, not just any birthday but, the birthday of the Father of Our Country… I often wonder what he would think of our world and our country if he could see it today.. it saddens me really, the idiots in the beltway knew they couldn’t coddle to them all.. bowing down before them is an insult to my heritage and I’m still pretty pissed off about it.. we’ve been taking heavy fire from across strawberry hill as we make our way west, the taurus has got about a 1/4 tank, no windows and smokes bad, rings are gone and i don’t know how far it can carry us.. it’s safe under some tarps near 7th,, doc is strongly urging me to move forward , keeps asking me if I got a light,, fucks sake man yes, I have flashlight, zippo with no fluid and a couple of bics,, found some cigars on dead jiha, nice ones, cubans,, i quit smoking way back in 02′ but hell it’s a cuban ,,when am i ever gonna have a chance to burn one of these bad boys again..


its gotta be about 0 out, we have small fire back behind a blown out building, some patriots have found us, 4 of them, all millennial’s but smart, equipped and ready to fight.. they join us in our venture out of the city and into the weeds… we’ve set the perimeter at 50 meters, anything moves outside of that is outta luck it’s our deadline.. i have first watch, bravo and i have moved to the top of the old QT and set up watch post looking back east, most of the Hods (jihadists as the millennial’s call them ) are taking up positions that don’t make much sense, they’ve scattered themselves in several different parts of the city, prayers at dusk signal their positions, and we know they’re locations, these kids want to attack, but we’ve not the numbers to do that just yet, nor the ammo.. young jakes that they are,, well 3 of them anyway, katie is a fighter, a warrior for sure, doesn’t take shit from anyone at anytime,, reminds me of my sister.. i pray they are still alive…bravo asleep, strange for him as it’s always me that nods off first… can’t sleep, must keep alert, an eye on the details, alert…rpg’s christ, must be 20 at once… bits of orange flash all over the east side.. too many, they’re coming and coming now….


12:35 Sierra

moving slowly across the city, cautiously looking around every corner getting really old.. need to find these dirt bags, bravo constantly growls, i can’t see them, i can hear them, feel them breathe almost.. but can’t locate them.. it’s them or me and i’ll be damned if they take me alive, i’ll go out shooting.. it’s like the fucking wild west out here..i’ve found 4 americans guns in hand dead behind walls, like our enemy has snuck up on them somehow.. it’s scarey.. doc is really getting on my nerves, mumbles on and on about shit that doesn’t matter.. gotta stop,, i see shadows now,, must identify friendly first .. don’t want to take out one of my own… the cold just shatters my thinking, i shake a little ever little now and again,, fear.. maybe…




11:43 Sierra

the cold dark alleys have started to cloud my vision, the temp can be much above 0 and my hand, or rather where it used to be is painfully cold. Bravo is shivering, huddled next to my leg, i’ve got him wrapped in my jacket and we keep each other warm. the doc is awake, barely, we’ve been slowly trudging our way through the west bottoms and into the abandoned buildings that still have walls, no helicopters in last two weeks, no other alive humans to be seen. no fires, no smoke, not even a whisper of steam coming from the piles of humanity left to rot. I have not seen any other activity on western edge so that’s where we’re headed, will be hard to cross river, but I’m sure we’ll find a way. I have three pieces of hard candy I found on dead jihadist, looks like something you would get at a sonic, it will have to do for now… fuck it’s cold


16:29 Sierra

the snow is pilin up and and I’ve found a vehicle that will run, gas is low, but it may get me across the old bridge and into strawberry hill before we’re noticed, will wait until dark, the reflection of the snow will be light enough for me to at least see a few yards in front of us, its not likely that we will encounter anyone, but i’ve kicked out the windshield and put the shotgun in the middle, I’ll have two shots at whatever we should meet. Doc is mumbling about his head hurting, Bravo is bored, hasn’t alerted to anyone or thing so that is a good thing… i need some sort of pain killer, something that will numb this throbbing where my hand used to be, the cold doesn’t help,, wonder if the heater in this pile of metal works, its an old, probably 12 or 13 ford , no back seat,, someone ripped it out to either burn, or use as a shield. Bravo is lying out of the wind, and seems very comfy on the hump… Doc won’t shut the hell up, mumbles a lot, fidgets with his bag of med stuff  constantly, I’m pretty sure he’s somewhere in there,, but right now he’s just out there.. snow again, off in the north, gunships are taking something out, lots of small arms fire, too far away to matter for us.. we must get across the river and into the hill.. dog hears something….


19:23 cold very cold

I’ve never been so happy in my life, after steadily climbing down the stairwells for 8 flights, stepping lightly around the decaying masses of humans who perished in the initial wave, always looking for IED’s and the tale-tale markings of the jihad when they try to cover them up,, they’re so weak at that, there sitting at the bottom of the last flight, huddled under the stairs, Bravo just about shit himself wagging his tail so hard, I was smothered in dog slobber for about an hour. He did make it, he didn’t get eaten, although he’s a little thin and he’s a bit beat up, he’s no worse for the wear, and I’m thankful to God for keeping him safe, apparently he’s been protecting my life saver, a small man who may or may not be the enemy, he’s unconscious  bleeding and pretty beat up.. but alive… Bravo must have followed him down the stairwell after he left me to fend for myself.. it’s the only answer I can come up with at the moment…. I smell burnt flesh, so my guess is that an IED exploded and took somebody out and knocked them under the stairs… I am not as certain on what is going on in my head, I hear voices, can’t find them, but they are close.. not American, no language I understand.. weapons are ready, I haven’t much time must get this guy and bravo out of the building and down towards the river, I’m done fighting here for now, these bastards will have to do better than that to take us out.., have rations for a day, but my dog is alive and for now that’s all that matters …aircraft? helicopter…. low and slow around the building… old blackhawk,, red sickle and star on the tail, how is that possible…. taking cover.. bravo with a nervous growl… i’m nervous too my friend

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