7. Takeover
There it was- the second of ten bases Mexico had (we destroyed one). American soil taken by South American soldiers, It didn’t matter what nationality they were from, where they were from, this was proving ground.
We crept down to the camp and checked our materials. “You ready?” Abe asked. We all nodded and Ty lobbed a grenade on top of a tent. Boom! Whoever came out, we pulped with bullets. We never stopped moving, we never stopped shooting. Eventually I just saw a blur of us firing. I forgot how many lives I stole, how many clips I empty, how many tents we’ve burned. I don’t think I want to remember something so painful. While I shot, I fantasized of being a hero. With a kill count of 56, I’d get a badge and everybody would give me congrats.
But it wasn’t like that. Instead, we’re walking through a maze of tents and I hear a gunshot. Trent shoots behind me and then says “Oh my god.” Trent whispers to Abe and they look at me. “What?” Abe looked down. “You’re bleeding son.” He was right. I looked down and saw a couple small holes in my leg. I must have been in shock because I told them I was fine. I tried walking and looked at my leg. It was bleeding profusely what looked like a shotgun injury. After four steps, I fell. My eyes slowly shut.
I heard voices.
“Wrap his leg!”
“Let’s go! Let’s go!”
I got picked up.
Fifteen minutes later, I got put back on the floor. I sat up. They had put me on a hill a short distance away. I couldn’t move my leg. I took my tripod out and drew the sniper rifle from my back. I rested it in the tripod and looked through the scope.
I could see parts of my squad fighting. I could see Will blowing people away with a revolver and a smg. Somebody popped out in front of him. I picked him off with my rifle which left a look of shock on Will’s face. Then he identified me on the hill and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ We were neutral now.
I saw Trent holding the crucifix in his hand tightly again. I could just tell he didn’t want to be there. I shot nearby enemies. And finally, I saw Ty yelling at everybody and shooting an M-16. I felt movement in my leg. I pulled out my med-kit and started working on it. Thirty seconds later, I saw and explosion. I hurried to the sniper rifle and looked. Ty had set an explosion off. The air was stagnant and I saw most of my crew left. We had won!