Today was an absolute
nightmare. Nobody wants to grab their damn balls and put us to use. We are
supposed to be last resort the final strike the Elite. My orders were to
assemble my team on arrival, suit up, take camp here at the post site, draw up
the plans we were given by the CIA Intel; and go rescue the three missing Troops
and two UN reps that are supposedly being held here in Afghanistan.
They are still trying
to negotiate meanwhile I sit here with my team and watch day after day men die
in the fields and alleyways. Grenades are blowing up every structure left and
right. The president is supposed to decide tomorrow whether or not Commander
Garrison gives me the green light to go in and do my goddamn Job.
I watched a little kid
get run down in the middle of the street by these Taliban radical extremists in
a jeep. They jump out, snatch the little boy, strip him bare, and drag him tied
to the bumper of the jeep for yards. They then lit a match and dosed him full
of gasoline setting him on fire. He couldn't have been more than two years
older than Johnathan Jr. I snapped…I got on the phone and told Commander Garrison,
that under no circumstances will I continue to watch acts like this and sit by.
I am missing my family
while people die and you guys are dragging your asses. So, either I get the
fucking green light to take my team of seals in and end this shit, or I pack my
shit along with the rest of my team and we jump back on USS Butler and head
back home.
I laid down that night
and my cell phone rings. I shit you not when I say the president himself
called. He simply said "There is no tomorrow bring em’ home now."
So, at approximately
0300 hours, I went to each bunk and woke my boys and we suited up, loaded up,
drew up plans, and a backup plan in case shit went bad. I still keep the locket
that has my half of the heart you gave me under my shirt and gear tucked away
for good luck and safety. I knelt, the boys down for a prayer and we strapped
on the night vision goggles for phase 1 recon and scan.
These sons of bitches
were smart because they had guards up the ass too. We took down the first wave
undetected but once we hit the ravine, it’s a 5 mile hike on foot to the
compound and we were spotted. But my boys were game and they must have sent
about 50 gorilla brigade soldiers but we mowed them down. I did take a slash
with a knife in my upper shoulder but it wasn't deep enough to cause me any
serious harm.
I dropped my M-4 and took the bastard down and
gutted him like a Sunday morning fish. I know you hate war and gore; but I am
coming home and every second I was forced to act. I thought of my little man
and you. I wasn't about to let these jerks be the reason I didn't keep my
promise.
8 hours and 30 minutes
later we did make progress and make it to the compound and I did find our
contact just as it was promised. My ears are still ringing from the shelling’s
of the towers. My boys did good, and these motherfuckers still don't know their
days are numbered. Today's mission was a success and everyone's intact. Well
dear, with picture in hand, I see you....with thoughts in mind....
I miss you...and with
prayers sent above....I leave you with the words that will never change....I
love you.....
Your love
Johnathan
