• Brad sat in the backseat of the hummer carrying his platoon. He looked at a picture of hid wife, Rose. He thought about the day he got the news he was going over seas. "is that Rose sergeant" asked, Private Marsh.
    "Yes me and her on christmas" answared Brad.
    "She's pretty" said Private Marsh.
    "Thanks" said Brad.
    The truck stopped and the platoon got out guns in hand. Brad put the picture in hia left chest pocket. Suddenly a loud sound filled the air. "What's that" asked, Private Phillips. Then the hummer blew up sending glass and debris flying in the air.
    "GET DOWN" yelled Brad as he jumped down. Brad looked around smoke felling the air. He saw Privat Marsh on the gruond a few fet away from him "You ok Mrash?" asked Brad. There was no answer. Gun shots filled the air hitting the ground sending dirt flying in the air. Brad crawled over to the truck an dput his back to it hiding from the gun shots. The bullets hit the side of the truck leaving loud bangs in the air. The smoke had cleared Brad could see Private Marsh lying dead on the ground his gun beside his body. Private Phillips ran to Brad and sat next to him. "What are we going to do sergeant? where down two men, Marsh and Fry" said Private Phillips as he covered his head with his knees. "PRIVATE BRENDAN GET OVER HERE" yelled Brad waving Brendan to him. "WHAT? yelled Brendan as he rolled over to Brad and Private Phillips. "Get ready" said Brad as he looked at Brendan." Brad, Brendan and Private Phillips jumped up and ran over to a gray wall near the truck. Brendan shot in the direction the gun shots where coming from. They reached the wall and hid behind it. Bullets hit the other side of the wall. Brad peeked over the side of the wall. He shot four rounds of ammo to the rooftop the shots where coming from. A man fell from the roof screaming as he fell. THere was a loud howling sound coming from the air "GET DOWN" yelled Brad as the and Brendan jumped down. Private Phillips was too slow and the explosion sent him fyling into the pole. Dirt fell on Brad and Brendan;s heads. They jumped up and sat on the wall, guns in hand. "FIRE" yelled Brad as he leaned over and shot at the roof. Brendan threw a grenade at the turck where two terrorist were and blew them asway. Brad jumped out from behind the wall and started to run towards the house the terrorist were in. Brendan followed behind Brad shooting at the terrorist. Brad ran beside the front door of the house and stood beside it. "GO" said Brad as he kicked in the door and shot a terrorist hinding behind a couch. "Upstairs" said Brendan as he pointed his gun at the stairs. Brad ran up the stairs. Brad stopped as a bullet flew right by his head. Brendan shot the terrorist in the chest and kept running up. Brad followed Brendan; they reached a small room with a bed and a hole in the wall. They jumped behind the bed and hid. "how many are there?" asked Brendan.
    "Five or six" said Brad as he grabbed his gun and sighed.
    "Well what are we going to do?" asked Brendan in a whisper. Brad pulled out a grenade from his pocket. "Ths is what we're going to do" said Brad as he threw it into the next room. There was a boom and a yell" then it was quiet. "I'm going to check. Watch my back," said Brad as he got up. Brendan got on his knees and put his gun on the bed an watched the door. Brad leaned on the wall and peeked into the room the terrorist were in. Smoke was in the air making it hard to see. He walked in slowly, gun in front him, sweating from the desert heat. Brad walked forward and saw a door and slowly walked through it. He saw a man sitting on the couch crying and a man with a bomb strapped to his chest. The man with the bomb strapped to his chest said something in Arabic which Brad didn't understand. The terrorist's hands were only a second away from touching the bomb, blowing all of them away. Brad stood there, still as a rock, his gun on his sides, "what's going on?" asked Brendan. The terrorist turned his head in the direction Brendan's voice came from and yelled at Brad. Everyone was quit. No one spoke, and the yell came from the torrorist in Arabic. The man on the couch was still crying, tears falling down his face, putting his hands together and praying. Brad grabbd his gun slowly, not letting the terrorist see and then Brad fired and hit the terrorist in the arm. The terrorist fell back onto the wall, He whispered something in Arabic and pressed the bomb on his chest.

    A line of marines sent a gunshot in the air and then another. A casket was starting to lower into the ground. Rose sat in a chair, crying, holding a handkerchief in her hands. Brendan sat next to her holding his hands together in the uniform. The preacher started to speak "Today we honor a soldier who risked his life for his country....... Brad was a good man, a great man who loved his wife and his family and though he is gone his spirit will live on with us." The preacher finished and bowed his head and walked away. Rose got up still crying and looked at her husband's grave with flowers on top of it. Brendan walked over to her and looked into her eyes. "This is for you and your family" said Brendan as he gave her an American flag folded into the shape of a triangle. She held it close to her heart.