The life of Jeremiah Schulster was forever changed when a small band of terrorists from Libya attacked his squad in Africa.  He was an ordinary man, serving a stint in the army as a U.S. Army Chaplain, stationed in Senegal at a Dakar airfield.  It was a peaceful station, with no real perceived threat, and he was glad to be there instead of fighting in Iraq or Afghanistan.  Though a chaplain and not a combat-trained soldier, he was tough and a respected staff officer.  During times of crisis, the men on base turned to Jeremiah for support.  And a time of crisis was exactly what was about to occur, a time of crisis that would leave nothing the same.

            A Boeing 707 had just touched down at the airfield, marked with Ugandan flags.  It was remarkably right on schedule, but this caused no alarm to the squad patrolling the runway.  Jeremiah was talking with the squad about current politics back home, and as usual, debating with a few of them.  Such debates never had a clear result, but the men enjoyed them, and they were laughing when the door opened and the steps were pulled up to the open hatch on the plane.  The laughing started to die down as each man noticed that the civilians exiting the plane had their hands clasped behind their heads, and were marching out in single file.  The vicinity of the men was deathly quiet by the time they all saw the first gun.  Training had prepared them for this, they knew what they had to do.  But nobody ever expected to actually have to use that training.  Corporal Eavers took the first move, running forward in a crouch towards the steps, with his SAW(Squad Automatic Weapon) held at the ready.  Halfway there he was cut down by a bullet from a .45 caliber handgun.  From that point on, everything was thrown into chaos.  The next thing Jeremiah knew, three of his squad lay dead on the tarmac, alongside two Libyans and a businessman from Switzerland.  They were on their knees, huddled into a crowd with the civilians, surrounded by what he counted as fourteen terrorists armed with Kalashnikov rifles.  Two more were walking down the stairs carrying a heavy metal case held shut by what appeared to be four locks.  Within ten minutes it was clear that this was a dirty bomb, made with nuclear waste from an Iranian power reactor.  If set off, this device would contaminate an area of radius 27 miles.