Cuba:11:00 pm:
Airborne unit 17
Mission: drop in from black hawk chopper clear the village and escape with captured convoy.
It was supposed to be my last mission 23 years and 364 days. It seemed I was already home, it's like I could smell my dogs putrid breath as I would approach it and it would lick my face and make sure I knew he was happy to see me I could feel my wife's warm hug embrace me. And her warm smile make me feel like a million bucks.
But right now I have to think about the mission. The chopper ride felt like hours. It was so dark out the warm muggy air really sucked. My best friend Eric and my other friend dean were at my side I felt like nothing could touch us no Cuban soldier could take us down. I heard some artillery fire sound from Beneath us, suddenly the glass from the front of the cockpit exploded the artillery had nailed us blowing the pilot in half. The chopper was covered in dripping blood and pulp from their body's was sprayed all over us, the chopper we were going down fast we needed to think and fast we were chocking on smoke I saw a parachute out of the corner of my eye and grabbed it strapped it on and grabbed Eric and jumped out of the side door after 7.6 seconds I pulled the string the parachute shot out and expanded it was such a strong jolt that I almost lost Eric. We were going down too fast, there was too much weight on the parachute the chopper fell out of the sky and hit the ground the explosion was so loud it knocked the air out of my chest just like getting hit with a sledge hammer right in chest............ Holy SHIT!! I FORGOT DEAN!!! We touched down with hard impact. Luckily no one was hurt. We looked around us Eric suddenly slammed me to the floor I stared at him with a pissed state, he pointed to a patrol guard I shook my head and pulled out my knife Eric removed his hand from my mouth and let me up I snuck up behind him and sunk the blade of my knife into his warm flesh and cupped my hand around his mouth to muffle the scream blood shot out like a garden hose bursting and I was covered in it. "Hell of a last mission josh ain't it" "ya " I replied we were at least 2 miles off corse. We progressed towards the. village we were equipped with shotguns and my favorite the SCAR-H. Eric and I have known each other since we were baby's and now we would retire to gather from the U.S Marine core. we reached the village and scouted out the Area. 7 guards and one jeep with a big 50cal turret. Eric pulled out a frag and said I got the vehicle you get the guards. I fired my shotgun at the guards I blew one in half leaving his pelvis and legs sprawling to the floor spewing out pulp and blood and his torso went flying and smashed into one of the outpost village windows. Then Eric's grenade exploded taking out the jeep sending 5 bodies flying. Then the alarms went off and we were surrounded by Cuban special forces. Eric turned to me and said dude... We're screwed! We put down our weapons and put our hands on our head. The guards approached us and kicked us until we were knocked out
I woke up in a torture facility the last thing I remember was taking out the patrol and blowing up their vehicle .................. ERIC WHERE IS ERIC!!??!!??!!????!!
