At twenty three hundred hours our forces engaged the insurgents and due to good intelligence they were taken completely by surprise |
Around 11 at night soldiers kicked in our front door and started shooting at everyone even my mother killed in her sleep |
Our forces did sustain a number of casualties in the pursuing actions unexpected resistance from an area commander coordinating insurgent activity he and several of his bodyguards were killed during the operation |
We were able to kill a few soldiers my brother lives on the floor above and ran down with grenades ready throwing them as we rushed out a side door then my father took my brothers gun and went back in with some others all screaming about their love for god I think he wanted to die then after seeing what happened to mother |
At twenty three hundred and thirty hours an enemy convoy was sighted which intelligence suggested was comprised of enemy forces fleeing the previous engagement hellfire missiles were fired from a predator drone surveillance suggests that all targets were successfully eliminated |
We kept running until the sounds of gunfire faded away clear over the other side of the village a goat was tugging at a rosemary bush woman and children and some old men were rushing into vans best they could to escape the fighting we helped push them down the road until their engines started and they sped off the last time they stayed away for three days I hope they come back quicker this time |
Very well done, Shane. Don’t know how Imissed this one. I like the way in which it was set out… very good idea!
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this gave me chills. a unique double perspective that gives the reader an eagle-eye glimpse into the soul of the “battle.” very nice.
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That means a great deal coming from someone that writes like you Joanna. Glad you enjoyed. I’m working on a triple narrative now that further explores perspective.
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