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greatbrian:
It was the D-day, a day to kill and a day to die. Our mission was bound to start 22:00hrs and if things goes well as planed, calvary and exfill should be by 23:00hrs. Anyway, by 1:00hrs all team stacked out to take position and report in there individual formation. Also, the delta team (myself and my men) navigated our route to our to our position and took formation where we were to encroach immediately after the first audible Air strike.
We took position and waited for what seem like forever to take charge and see some blood flow. Absolutely, blood makes the grass grow. We covered ourselves with grass and were no different from the jungle grass itself in our static position.
Anyway, things went on and in a twinkle of an eye, it was just 30mins to infiltration.
30mins to the slaughter, we had some rumble in the bush opposite to us, alas the insurgents too were on patrol. Seeing this, I signalled to my men toremain in their static position and not to compromise there formation since we had a plan and I was restricted by order to act only according to the plan. Alas, it was too late to give the warning signal, the sassy Larry was sure of a clean shot and I guess in revenge for our fallen brothers, his emotion took the very best part of him and he opened fire on the insurgents aiming for the head.

Our position was already compromised and the sound of the live rounds brought the attention of the other insurgents to our position and before we could say jack, what I call legion of insurgents were already in position firing all kind of weapons at us. It was hell, we had to compromise our position and engage the insurgents in a repel attack. It was a great slaughter on advantage to the insurgents.
Heros were going down, we knew we might all die but going down without a fight his something we would not do.

Since we were the leading team, any slack from us will definitely lead to the abortion of the mission in general. In a jiffy, other men in brother teams joined us to repel the attack. But the enemies were more in mass than us. All we could see was blood, our own blood.
The slaughter continued, Exfill was no where in sight and all we had was our gun and the man next to us. We had just 2 choices Kill and survive or die. Death was no option for us because we made a vow that although we are under devastating fire still, we shall not withdraw an inch but will fight to our last man and our last round of ammunition.
We shot the best we could and in no time, enemies were already into us. They hv encroached so forward. We repelled more as much as we could, but our number was getting fewer every passing second. Although my mission was blur, but I could still see George alive fighting and shooting just to save his dear live. My spirit was a little more lifted and i engaged more with rage and fury.
Anyway, the insurgent were about killing the last of us present on the field when we heard the whirling of helicopter alas HERE COMES CALVaRY (air strike) I tell you seeing calvary, that feeling was heavenly, its something I can't describe and the sweetest and most romantic part of it was. Seeing rounds and rounds of ammunition pierce and penetrate the insurgent and seeing their camp go down in flames was another romantic sight better than a ladies underwear. Our hope was restored, our morale was high, we encroached more forward and had the greatest feast of our part of the slaughter in disadvantage to the enemies dz time. We shot at the already wounded ones and chased after the fleeing ones. Beleieve me that moment was more than heaven to us.


Anyway, things went on and we conqured by killing as much as we can although some escaped due to the influence of their long and fast legs.
We got to our camp after the most seraphim feeling and I was invited by the commanding officer to come answer why I never followed z orders thereby compromising my position. He was of the opinion that the lapse on my part as the team leader led to the slaughter of more than 60 percent of our men. I was the team leader, I was answerable and I was held responsible.

Anyway, I had nothing tangible to say coz I was confuse what to say not to put larrys carrer in jeopardy.
My commanding officer on the other hand never took my silence with levity. He concluded from z perspective what I decided and singlehandedly asked my men not to take His orders and follow mine.
We thought it was a joke until I was charged with Mutiny.
Not less than a week after the charge I was arrested by the military police and taken to the HQ to get court martialed. I thought it was a dream, possibly a nightmare because the punishment for mutiny is death by firing squad

greatbrian:
Am so sorry to all the readers reading dz article, both ghost readers and the little one commenting. I won't be able to write anything tonight u won't understand even if I tell u why. Buh tomorrow morning I might write some stuff. Tnx

greatbrian:
I went out with 40men we had barely walked for 20mins when grenade were thrown at us and another IED explode. We took cover and engaged our enemy in a repel attack. At that minute, my life flashed back to me. I am 24years old, hv never seen a real war.
Before we could open fire, the deed was already done. 5 men were already in pieces with scattered body parts, 6 were casualties struggling in between life and death. The corpsmen were attending 2 d injured while we the rest engaged them in a fire fight.
Oh the sounds of live rounds, oh the very sound of agony. All dz were songs to our ear, we had no choice we had to kill or die. We repelled their fire out of anger, we broke skulls with bullets and they broke ours too. After a 20mins that sounds like forever, of very heavy gun fire, the terrorrist were retreating and scappered for safety, we tried chasing after them but we couldn't because most of dz guys are very experienced they hv been fighting since we were 9 or 10. They are experience, they are hard, they will stop at nothing; it might even be one of their strategy and above all the reason, we were never prepared for dz. We never knew theur could be an early attack at that time.
Anyway, we've learned our lessons but in a very bitter way.
Now back to the casualties. The tottal number of dead was 15 and injured 5 on our side. Although, the figure wasmuch bigger on our enemies part. Death record was 46 but before we could get to the injured and do justice to the little breath in them, they hv either been killed by their own men or dragged away D reason was not clear to us. Anyway, I cried all the tears in my eyes that day when I reached the barracks not because my soldiers die but also because I knew what war really meant. I knew the weight of my job and that day had an impact in my life. Even till dz moment I haven't recovered from it.

Secondly, it was my first day out and I loosed 15 gallant men and I did not even die or got shot. It was something I could never forgive myself for.
Anyway, we boxed up the dead (the little ones we could merge there body together) and sent it in a truck home fo there last respect and rounds of gun fire