Firefight

The other night I was at work. In the back door came four RCMP officers looking for me. They had come to tell me that I had been drafted. They arrested two co-workers of mine, Jeff and Jack, as well as myself, and took us away for training. Why the RCMP I don’t know.

We jump forward in time, to the jungles of Afghanistan. Apparently there are jungles in Afghanistan, who knew. The three of us are pinned down, a huge firefight all around us, and our situation is looking pretty grim.

As we fire round after round at the Taliban, Jack starts to back away from us, spins around, and runs away. Gone.
The enemy is all around us and he just runs off ! Bugger !

We call him by radio to come back and help, or it is certain death for us. He calls back, refusing to help.

We fought hard, killing enemy after enemy. We took a beating, and badly wounded, we emerged victorious.

We needed to find Jack and make him pay.

 

Then I woke up.