John Carrier's Story

Its the year 2006 am here sitting in a 3 winged helicopper waiting for the time to land and spill blood.My name is John Carrier and this is my story.

Its time to fight for our country. Says the pvt as we enter the hot zone.I look outside tho the bullet proof glass.Its hard to see people we used to work with shead blood from our allies. Its time dogs move out! Says the pvt that grabs a 50mm pistol and 5 frags.
The soldiers are not surprised that he gets such weak weapons.Its another war story it touched the lives of the soldiers back in base.

Its 12:00 am . Flares flying every place possable.Guns firing and bombs flying.
I run to the nearest post and stocks up.
I run towards a emeny soldier and pulls the trigger.My heart sank as he fell to the floor.
But I continue to battle I shot another and another untill I was out of ammo.I screamed at the pvt for ammo. But as I screamed he was shot 4 times with a shotgun. He fell to the floor I ran and carried him the the post with such power and adreline I felt like a god.


I ran and called for extraction for the pvt. But as I called he drowned in his own blood.
I felt guilty for was it my fault?
Soon emeny soldiers called a firestorm to bomb us.We retreated and called for extraction. As the extraction heli arrived I ran towards it as they fired at me. I made it on with 10 shots in my body.I was going in shock while I was being healed with drugs and fluids. After awhile I was sleeping and dreaming of the pvt who died while protecting our ways of life.

"It was hard to see our allies fighting allies.''