“Well the terrorists barracks are to the south of us and it’s four hours until dawn. If we go now we can catch them off guard while their sleeping and complete another one of our secondary objectives. So let’s move out.”
It took us about an hour and a half to actually reach the barracks. When we got there I took a minute to take it all in. There were 3 rows of tents, 3 in each row. A maximum of 2 in each tent and from what I could see only 3 guards patrolling the area. So at most there were 21 of them in the area. But they could get lucky and some of those tents could be empty.
“Sir, why are there Iraq terrorist over here in a jungle in Africa. Doesn’t that seem strange to you?” Winslow whispered to me through the still night air.
“Well I don’t think these are terrorists, in the way that me and you think about terrorists. These aren’t the suicide bombers and hostage takers. These are the arms dealers for the terrorists. The ones who try and make a profit off what the real terrorists do.” I replied to him quietly.
“But why all the way over here, away from where their customers are?” He asked.
“Well I guess it’s for protection. Iraq is heavy with U.S. troops. If they were in the middle of all that, they would be easier to track down. They must have thought we wouldn’t find them over here.” I told him.
“Man, were they wrong.” Winslow said as he slapped a new cartridge into his M40.
-Take out the enemy silently
- Go in guns blazing
