Ambush
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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and Bush. By the time we got to the forward operating base, or FOB, as he called it, the battle was over. Or so we thought. My sergeant told me to stay in the truck. I gave him an understanding not and watched him step into the desert. I rapidly made my rifle ready, ahead low in the back of the tactical vehicle, the sun shining hat through the windows of the truck. The vehicle driver and I were the only two inside. I put my rifle to my shoulder and aimed at the back door. Before I had time to do anything. I heard screaming and gunfire. I could hear more gunfire coming from the distance, though the thick armour of the truck did muffle out the noise coming from outside. I was ordered to stay put. My instincts were telling me the help I was teaching to get out, though I knew I could never define my sergeant's orders. Soon the screaming stopped and so does the gunfire. I can hear vehicles revving in the distance. They were coming closer. I look over quick to the driver. He was shaking and looking out the window. Who's coming? I whispered him. He didn't say anything. What's going on out there? I whispered a little louder. You don't want to know, he replies, still staring. I don't even think he was blinking. I wasn't even sure if he was breathing. Is covered. Dipped a bit to the back as he went to wipe the sweat that was forming on his head, his brunette hair sticking out of it. His eyes were wide and shock, People's Dia leaders and fear. I wondered what happened out there. They're coming closer, he stated. Now, looking away from the vehicles coming our way. Go back, I grilled, hoping for a better answer. I'm going with bad. They're riding in trucks and jeeps does at least 10 of whom he cried. I needed to look myself. I threw my rifle over my back and kneeled in the seat. I slowly picked up out the bulletproof glass. What I saw would haunt my dreams forever. Those clouds were forming as the trucks made their way towards us. They all have weapons ready. I looked down around our vehicle as best I could. The desert sand wasn't ain't anymore. It was the deep red of blood. It was almost at the ground was the one bleeding, more casualties, literally the ground than when we first arrived. I was from what I could see out the tiny window, aspiring my sergeant, while what was left of him, looked as if he wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest. The vest was tattered and torn, riddled with bullet holes. He didn't look much better. There was no way, even a Corman, to save him. The sun shone against the shell casings scattered across the ground. I had to avert my eyes from being blinded. I close my hand around my weapon until my knuckles turned white. So it rolled down my forehead and down my cheek. My teeth were clenched so tight I thought my teeth my break. My eyes shone a flame from the anger that site caused me. I was lost in thought as I heard the screeching of tires and riling of engines shut off a quickly duck back down. Get down, I whispered, but tried to yell to the driver. He hugged his weapon and ducked down as far as he could. I listen to someone shout orders to the other men. It was in a language I didn't understand. Men shouted back an agreement. I'm assuming I heard doors being slammed open. I had my back to the side of the truck, clutch of my rifle, I said in my seat with my knees to my chest, I pushed my cavalier backed up as a drooped over my eyes. Before I could even look to my left the door to the cab With open. I try not to gas allow. My jaw dropped and I covered my mouth. The driver was un yanked out of a seat. I hear two streams as they dragged him out. A terrifying scream. What I will never forget. Squeeze, Marry shut alone, tear escaping. And they're screaming, Just stop! God firing out! He wasn't going to be coming back into the truck.