His Own End

As Mickey was falling asleep he thought about everything going on in the world. He wished he could go back in time, he would fix his mistakes, save his squad from theirs. He closed his eyes, he thought about how it all started, he could hear the jets flying over their position perfectly in his head. Even the footsteps of enemy infantry marching past their hiding spot. He could hear them perfectly. He could smell decomposing leaves under him, perfectly. Feel his gun under his right arm, perfectly. He opened his eyes and now, he could see the ground underneath the tree he had hidden under 12 hours ago, perfectly.

            He had no time to think he had to react. The footsteps were gone he knew he had to get his team to move. He knew what would happen, he had been here before.  ”All Daggers this is Dagger One, we need to move over the hill behind us, acknowledge.” Before he and his men had pursued the forces they just evaded to take out an H.V.T. This turned out to be a mistake, his men were ambushed. They had won but half of his squad died and the H.V.T. wasn’t among the dead. But from Intel he now knew what he had to do to right his mistake.

             He and his team were running silently up the hill and onto the top. They got onto the top of the hill, and bang. The man to his right dropped. Sniper fire was coming in all around them. He tried to duck, too late.