Pass The Brass

Our story begins on a hot, southern afternoon. A small column of black colored tactically geared men approach a house…

Your heartbeat is in your ears.

Oh great.

That’s the last thing you need up in your head right about this time. As if that mission brief you just got didn’t have enough crap to cram in the small filing cabinet you have left in your memory banks. Don’t even get me started on the short term…

You get to be the second man in the door on this mission. Good stuff.

You’ve never been the real hard charging type, but that doesn’t mean you don’t love a good adrenaline rush every now and then. And this is most definitely one of those rushes. Adrenaline junkie is a term of endearment to you. You smirk as this quick train of thought runs through your mind as you approach the building.

As you snap out of your little day dream you realize you’ve been walkin all over the heels of the Shield Man. Crap…yer gonna hear about that after this is all said and done.

That is…if he makes it through this one…or worse. You don’t like to think about that when you go in. You’ve got one main priority up front: Save Lives…when possible. You love adding that last part even though your boss kicks your chair out form under you every time you tack it onto the end of his line. Oh crap! Door time! Let’s do this…

Doors closed. Easy fix; call for the Breacher. He’s got a 60 pound Ram that says we’re comin’ in.

Things never do start off easy, do they? Why can’t the bad guys ever do us a favor and blow themselves away? We love it when that happens. They weren’t goin easy on us this time. Sucks…

Doors open…the hallways dark…and quiet?? It’s usually not quiet unless somethin’s wrong.

Shield Man’s in with no problem, you shift left and pick up your sector of fire. Oh nice…a closed door just on the left with your name on it. But you like action. Sometimes.

You get the ready signal from your partner at your back and you enter. Quick, fast and in a hurry as they like to say. Funny when you think about it. All the rushing we do normally just gets us into trouble. Heh…if only they’d ever established that rule of life. Just take it easy. Take it slow and everything’ll be cool. You remember your good friend back in Irak used to tell you that all the time whenever the mortars would come in. Ah…there’s a happy place to go to. Remembering your good friend..

The thoughts fade away. Reality comes flyin at you hard n fast. Bout as hard n fast as a barrage of gunfire to be precise…

As you feel each round of searing lead tear through your thighs, even your mind can’t escape this nightmare…”Heeeere’s JOHNNY!!”

Barricaded subjects at both corners of the room opening fire on you as soon as you enter. As soon as the rounds hit you know you’ve just been screwed out of the rest of your life. You feel the blood pouring from both legs as both of your arteries drain the life out of you. But you’re not done yet…

As you take the punishment you try to send a little hot lead right back downrange. Stupid saying…stupid missions….it’s all stupid right now. You hate all of it. There’s no purpose to this crap! You hate it!! You decide taking your rage out on these bastards is the only way to solve all of the problems in the world right now. Uh oh…might be kind of hard now that your legs have just given out.

Ah what a crappy way to go.
But you’ll show them. You aint dyin’ alone!

On your way down you give one last ditch effort to wing a round at that third guy you just found in the corner that you are falling into. Just one round…one..very well placed round. Dude never saw it comin it happened so fast. But damn if only every one of your shots were like that. You crumble to the ground…a bloody mess. You look down at the rather large puddle forming below you. Wow…blood smells funny.

As your consciousness is fading fast due to the rapid blood loss you look over at the sorry bastard who caught the business end of your pistol. As you glance over at him, what little blood you had left in your face flushes immediately…

…you are now staring into the horrified dead eyes of a 16 year old boy…unarmed…lifeless.

You don’t have time to repent…no time to walk towards the light….death has come for you at a very inopportune time.

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