A fifty-ton bomb dropped from the air.


The Shinadrel base was located somewhere on the Amanastan border.
Our entire NATO platoon rushed to prepare to get this job done.
We must search for the base and destroy it was the assignment’s order.
We armed the troop transport with the heavy fifty-cal machine gun.


After some time, the biological weapons base was soon located.
A U. S. Army Ranger is watching the location while lying unseen on the ground.
The Amanastan base is well guarded but it will soon be completely eradicated.
The first group to attack the base slowly moved in without making one sound.


Seventy Amanastan men were killed outside the base very quickly in the initial attack.
The French soldiers killed the enemy using grenades and a heavy machine gun.
Right away, our captain orders me to come to the command truck in the back.
The captain developed a brilliant plan that will quickly put an end to this one.


My assignment is to stealthily mark the target with a small laser light gadget.
I am told not I must not get to close when I mark the target with it.
All they want me to do is just shine the laser light right on the intended target.
They reminded me that I must quickly run like hell after the bomb hit.


Immediately, the U.S. Army Ranger is given a three wheeler to ride on the way.
Three minutes later at a distance airbase an Air Force bomber lifts up into the air.
The search and destroy mission will devastate the Amanastan base camp today.
The biological weapons base will be destroyed by a fifty-ton bomb dropped from the air.


On the four wheel motorcycle I rode through the forest as fast as I could.
Riding at top speed, I just barely beat the Air Force jet bomber there.
Instantly, I carefully aim the laser light on the target from where I stood.
A few minutes later the NATO plane dropped the bomb from a mile in the air.


The powerful bunker buster bomb violently destroyed the Amanastan base.
Quickly to avoid being hit by fly bricks, I took cover at the bottom of a ditch.
When I looked up, I watched a bright fireball rises and floats off into space.
I am relieved that my dangerous mission went off without a hitch.


The NATO platoon arrived at the destroyed Shinadrel biological weapons base.
They discover numerous dismembered bodies lying just about everywhere.
One guy’s body had something metal rammed clean through his face.
As we walked around the base, the distinct smell of death lingered in the air.


I soon arrived and saw the body parts lying scattered everywhere.
It is hard to believe how badly the bomb completely destroyed the enemy.
I walked through the site and saw a decapitated body still sitting in a chair.
Later, a decapitated head fell down from the tree and almost landed on me.


The final enemy’s body count was reported as eleven hundred and one.
However, I know that there were a lot more that died later that day.
By the power of a fifty ton bomb, this battle was over before it even begun.
A blow against tyranny, at least, that is what the newspaper will say.