Snippet #2499789

Agathe sat in the back of the truck, fiddling with his knife. He was picking out the dirt from under his fingernails with the tip of the blade, looking outwards towards the deserts of Somalia. Of course, they weren't really deserts, more like vacant villages. But he imagined it as a desert, thinking it was more poetic. He was thinking on the mission: Capture Aidid. Get to the landing zone and get out of Somalia. Then return to the USA and earn badge of approval. He thought it easy in his mind, but he still knew it would be a very dangerous task. He knew it'd be as easy to die here as anywhere else, if not easier. He looked over to the other three soldiers in his squad: A Commando, Grant, who was leading the mission. A Medic, Jacob, who was an asset to this, knowing the tasks of the mission as well. And a Heavy Weapons Specialist, Jaque. He never had fought with them before, but he'd been under the command of Grant on previous missions. He never actually went into battle with him, though. Thinking this as a new thrill, he moved himself into a straight posture, putting his bowie knife away. He looked towards the small down they were nearing now, almost there. His heart began to pump faster, but he remained calm. Their mission was about to begin.