Tactical Perfection (2 of 2)

 

Night Three

 

The rain is consuming the earth. The thunder is indistinguishable from the artillery fire that devastates the enemy a half mile away. The lightning reveals the kill zone, but not the Warriors that compose it. The enemy is closing on their fate. The tactics are flawless, which guarantees the systematic execution. This is what they trained for. This is what some live for.

 

Prior to leaving friendly lines the squad leader reiterates, "Remember your training and you will become God." The enemy is unknowingly descending into Hell, and momentarily the depths will ravage their souls.

 

The squad leader twice tugs the cord that maintains their discipline and alerts his squad for the commencement of combat. They all remember, "Gentleman, do not hesitate. Do not be indecisive. Do not be afraid. Your love for your brother next to you mandates that you take the enemy's life." The air becomes saturated with death. The enemy penetrates perfection.     

 

Three methodical tugs on the cord signify the detonation of the claymores enclosing the kill zone, instantaneously pursued by small-arm's precision. For many of these warriors they are busting their cherries. The enemy's patrol is now parallel to the powerful.

 

One steady tug. The Warriors grip their weapons and violence grips their flesh.

 

Second steady tug. The sky is lit on fire by lightning and explodes with thunder. The Warriors dig in and repel the fear, but freeze by what is observed.

 

Infant children are tied to the enemy as body armor.

 

The final steady tug avoids fruition. The violence releases their flesh and converts to concentrated rage enveloping their spirit. The enemy escapes without understanding death.

 

Four successive tugs follow and the ambush becomes a patrol. To many of these Warriors they cannot grasp the enemy's ideology, but many of these Warriors now grasp man's animalism.

 

Upon entering friendly lines they remove their gear in silence. The squad leader interrupts the reverie, "Heroes, your tactics and discipline were outstanding....I am proud. Concerning those savages that waltzed through our ambush avoiding God's wrath using infants as cover....God spares the righteous and will employ us to punish the wicked."           

 

Night Seven

 

"Leathernecks, God's prophecy will be consummated this blessed morning at dawn. Recon has had these beasts that use infants for protection under surveillance for four days, and their routine does not possess variation. We have been chosen to destroy this enemy by the higher echelon and we will fulfill our mission. We will move silently, swiftly, smoothly, and with watertight exactitude. Maintain the bearing that has been instilled in you by the Corps, and we will show them the light of our weaponry followed by the darkness of Hell. Command and signal remains identical to our standard operating procedures. After commencement of the ambush acquire your targets, gain fire superiority, and relentlessly rip their bodies apart. Let them know why a child should not experience combat. Hoorah." The Warriors echo his war cry. "Preparation begins in six hours....Clear your minds and pray."

 

The night is crisp, cold, and darker than the other side of the moon. The night is also silent. The three hour trek does not hinder their excitement in ridding the earth of the vile enemy haunting their dreams. The Warriors assemble the Map of Hell with watertight fastidiousness and wait for the sun to peek over the horizon.

 

They watch the undisciplined enemy sound asleep, anticipating the moment they can administer death. They remember, "Patience is the mind of the Warrior. Patience is either your weakness or your ally in the decapitation of Satan. Patience is your vice, alcohol is your medicine, a woman is your concubine, and death is your gift." They wait.

 

The beginning of morning nautical twilight begins to rotate the morning gray. They remember, "Devil Dogs, when the sky turns gray the Lord is granting His permission to ruin these lost tyrants."

 

One steady tug. "But, I demand we catch them with their dicks in their hands. The element of surprise is paramount. The element of surprise entails patience." The Warriors grip their weapons and violence grips their flesh.    

 

Second steady tug. The Warriors dig in. This time there is no need to repel the fear.

 

The final steady tug comes to fruition and the enemy that haunts them is put to rest. 

 

 

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