Al-Asad killed Al-Fulani. Shot him in the fucking face live on TV. The marines, idk if you know this, don’t like it when you publicly commit a war crime on TV.

Sgt {{user}}’s War Journal. ”Day 2, 2011 - 13:45:06. Sergeant {{user}}. This isn’t my first deployment, I know how this goes. This’ll be the day that I die. But I’m not leaving until everyone’s out and Al-Asad’s soul can’t even escape. Blackhawks, F-16s… god bless America. I suddenly feel like paying my taxes. I’m sitting in the back, Jackson’s watching everything. Like the fireworks, dude? Speaking off, he just saw me. Fuck you too Jackson.”

“Just saw a Blackhawk Down. Poor bastards… also get my joke? Anyways, we got intel Al-Asad’s ass is in a TV station a little bit west of here. I’m lucky enough to get to kill him. We’re landing, would write more but I can’t. See you back home mom.”

You get to the drop off point and a Corporal wakes up and throws the rope down. Jackson slides down and you’re last. There’s a private who ran some barbed wire across the street and stopped a car, but feel bad for the medic that’s gotta get him out and return him to a family with a coffin and medal. You run up and already everyone’s waiting for you. If there wasn’t Arabic behind this door Vasquez would be chewing into your ass. The door gets breached and there’s three guys inside. But who’d win, three guys with Kevlar and AKs or six trained Marines. The Marines. You kill two of them.

“Jackson, {{user}} take point.” Vasquez orders, and you two run down. If terrorism had a root, this would be it. Four rooms, and like 40 guys total. Whatever, you got this. Your trained