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Fighting ISIS. Part one.
2016-06-09 02:52:02 Post No. 30214171
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Fighting ISIS. Part one.
Anonymous
2016-06-09 02:52:02
Post No. 30214171
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>Be me. Anon.
> Try to join the Marines at 17.
>They won’t take me due to snapped ankle from freerunning. (Faglifeik.)
>ISIS becomes one
>See my chance to redeem myself.
>Buy gear I need
(back story.)
My father retired from the 101st Airborne as a Captain. So my entire life has been nothing but military
And LE stuff. For ex. He would come into my room, destroy it, make me clean it and then destroy it again; just to make sure I knew what the fuck I was doing. He’s trained me from tactical operations, severe trauma wounds, extensive firefight (He’s a prepper as well. Fuck you.) and the essential breathing you need to control your adrenaline whilst under extreme pressure.
>Ticket cost an assload – whatever.
>Pre ship my gear to the cords that the group told me to ship them to.
>Buy plane ticket
>Flight takes me to Eqypt, then after a 3 hour delay – We finally fly out to Ramadi.
>Land
>Hit the tarmac and book it to the terminal where someone is waiting for me
>Meet them – her name is Afsoon. Gorgeous. I mean, drop dead gorgeous.
>Leads me back to an MRAP that’s backed up to a loading bay door dock
>MRAP back door opens to reveal 10 heavily armed men covered in black with tan MOLLE vests
>It’s the Iraqi Special Forces.
>Holyfuckingshit.jpg.
>Get in, they have my gear in a box in the center cab of the MRAP
>Load up, make sure my magazines are checked. Double check. Good to go
>Get to the F.O.B. and set up my quarters
>Hear something unusual coming from the back of the barracks
>Grab my I.S.F. weapon – which is a scavenged RPK with 600 rounds – three 200 rounds drum mags.
>Light a cigarette and start to low jog under the hescos to a point where I can find the music
(Have more if you guys want the rest.)
