“Fire!” shouted the Cappy. I was hiding behind a car in the streets of Algeria. A U.N. peace mission gone wrong. Bullets soaring by, I shot my gun as a few militia ran door to door firing AK-47’s. An American hummer pull up and opens up with the fifty.
A young British soldier shouted out my name. I turned around and saw him laying there shot. “Medic! Medic!” Out of no where popped out a another soldier by me, cut down in his trail. I turned around and was quickly distracted by the hummer blowing up, a R.P.G. hit it dead on. The blast knocked me strait backwards. No longer in the protecting of the car, I made a brake for a nearby fountain. It was in the damned middle of all the turmoil. I fired my rifle and quikly took cover. As soon as I hit the ground, several jets flew over and bombed the rebels. Maybe Tornadoes, I could’nt tell. I agian saw men in blue helmets charge across the street. Then I felt myself following them. I hit a building with its facade all over the ground. A grenade went off no more than 30 feet away. I went to shoot my gun agian but oddly found my magazine empty, quickly I reloaded and went in for another round.