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Who will come and resuce me?

Posted June 6th, 2009 by Reginald Levi Walker


The newspapers reported that the city of Shad Port was now completely secure.
Three Rangers guarded the checkpoint on the road where the trucks went out.
They thoroughly checked every truck coming in and before it came back through.
The next order given to our Ranger unit was to secure the supply route.


Later on that night, I was specially selected to participate in a different type of operation.
Operation Night Stalker was stamped by the Defense Department on the top secret folder.
I was brief about the target and given the information I need to accomplish my mission.
Thirty minutes later, I slowly walked outside my tent with my sniper rifle on my shoulder.


I have become very use to working under very hazardous combat conditions.
I easily walk across for miles over the rough and rocky Amanastan mountainside.
There is no situation that I fear because I am a weapon with deadly implications.
When an U. S. Army Ranger is on your trail, there is no place you can run and hide.


For three days of hard travel, I continued my journey on to my assignment.
The mission is to once again kill the same dictator I shot a few months before.
Sitting in the branches of a tree on top of a distant hill, a bullet in his chest I had sent.
However before he could die, the doctor saved him before he bled to death on the floor.


Nevertheless, I promise myself that this time I will not make the same mistake.
The dictator did not go into hiding so he should not be too hard for me to find.
I thought about the ways I could kill him as I swim across a cold mountain lake.
Finally I decided to sneak into his house and put a bullet right through his mind.


A day and a half later, I carefully surveyed the Hinds Palace and the surrounding ground.
This time my plan is to somehow crawl across the yard and get inside the main house.
Through my scope, I careful count thirty armed militants standing and walking around.
To get by them, I must move as slow as a snail and must be quiet as a church mouse.


Unseen, the U.S. Army Ranger slowly pushed open an unlocked basement window.
I crawled through the window, somehow forgetting to check to see who was inside.
I was told of the layout of the palace; however, there was something the report did not know.
The dictator moved his bedroom; now, the basement window was next to the dictator’s bedside.


Still unaware of where I was, I gently and quietly slide from the opened window to the floor.
My sudden presence startled the dictator’s wife; then she let out an ear piercing scream from her bed.
Seconds later, I became surrounded by ten well armed guards quickly busting through the closed door.
I finally lost consciousness when suddenly she loudly burst an expensive Ming vase over my head.


The U.S. Army Ranger was subdued and bound with chains and leg irons so I can not run.
I am roughly pull across the floor and tossed in a dark room and told that I will be hung from a tree.
The soldier laughed and then suddenly said, ‘You might be killed by the dictator using your own gun.’
Will this be the end of my military journey or will they send someone to come and rescue me.