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SHOOT to kill!
cold-fact-of-life necessity. And in this instance, in the middle of that stinky, muddy, humid, mosqui
s a c
take down a group of highly trained diabolic
ers, dense foliage, anything that would shield him from the almost continuous rain of artillery fire. Not to mention occasional explosions from rocket launchers and grenades. It was a good thing each and every member of Sarge Ben's
o mentally prepare themselves for the
anyone unlucky enou
ed his way through the trail of dead bodies to look for survivors
pounce on him - with a knife pois
nk goodness Sarge Ben was able to disarm his assailant by grabbing the hand that held the weapon, giving the wrist a sudden twist, and bending
ly a child but still barely in his teens. Looking at the somewhat scrawny boy with a shaggy mop of dirty-blo
changed when the youngster resumed attac
espite the Sergeant's skilled dodging and parrying, the younger fighter managed to breach his defences and get in some well-aimed
yzing, even doing an internal play-by-play, while his yo
stomach. Quick recovery, eh? He's got strong abs, I'll give him that. Combinations of open palm hits to his torso. Still stand
covered in bruises, and his lower lip was swollen and bleeding from a cut. The loose-fitting, grimy shirt he wo
ut I guess I can make an exception here! After
rge Ben finally made up his mind and spoke the wor
ne else we find who might still be alive. He's coming
s knocked out cold with a gunshot wound through his
stretcher, "Have the medic run a full medical check-up on
e needed equipment for a
vate Tomas. Make do with what you have u
exclaimed the
e calls so hold down the fort
one of voice as he gently but thoroughly examin
g sure not one of his men could hear him. He then took out a small but powerful satellite phone from a hi
o, Da
Can you ask your Mommy to come to the phone, so we can
eady a big girl, and I answered your call on your special secret phone.
her friends with me, and you haven't met them yet. But tell you what? Someday you'll me
a promise
mise, my pretty
heart and
heart, P
girl. After a series of shuffling sounds and mechanical clicks, the impish girl's voice wa
Ben, m
e. The boys who you mentioned spe
sked in an extremely hopeful tone, as she prayed to w
out to call the base on my other radio and give them a heads-up, just
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