Ficlets

Pound pound pound. My heart is racing. Running down the sun blazed road of Ramadi, Iraq. My squad has been seperated from our unit. We took heavy small arms fire causing us to take cover in a small two-floor house. Upon repressing the insurgents we saught to return to our unit. Over the com we had found out they had moved out and down the street. This is where my story began. We’re almost certain the insurgents have set up an ambush for us. But we must follow our unit. Without the unit we don’t make it. We move house to house. Then we hear the shots. All hell broke loose. An RPG hit the wall above us. We get out of the way only to be met with AK-47 and RPK fire. Our pointman Jackson is hit in his left leg. Reputer and Trueter help him up while I provide security. I fire my rifle several times at several different targets. Each hits its mark. One shot One kill.