Absolute Vengeance by C.W. Lemoine

Author:C.W. Lemoine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: islamic terrorism, terrorism, syria, ISIS, police, swat, vengeance, vigilante justice
Publisher: C.W. Lemoine
Published: 2017-09-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Eight

THAT NIGHT, ZIREK AND I left with a YPG brigade of around two thousand fighters. We headed south into the dark desert, on our way to retake the city of Ma‘shūq from ISIS control.

Zirek and I were part of a four-man scout-sniper team sent ahead of the brigade. The other two men, Kurds from Northern Syria, spoke English relatively well – much better than I spoke their language. Their names were Ajwan and Terlan. They both appeared to be in their mid-forties.

As we cleared the city, we quickly left the brigade far behind. With the sheer number of vehicles in the convoy, they moved slowly. Our job was to advance toward the city and then ditch the Landcruiser a few miles outside it. We were to set up on the mountainside and provide overwatch as the fighters surrounded the city. As they pushed in, we would reposition to provide urban sniper support. It seemed pretty straightforward.

We drove for hours, passing through several Kurdish villages. The people cheered and waved as we drove through, as if sending off their heroes to war. For the YPG fighters, that’s exactly what they were doing. They were going off to war to fight an army that detested their very existence. Defeat was simply not an option.

As we passed through the last YPG checkpoint in Kurdish-controlled territory, I could see the orange glow of a fire several miles in the distance. I had started to get used to the completely clear, star-filled night sky. Visibility was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was not unusual to see things miles away, and the fire was much farther than I expected.

“Enemy?” I asked as I turned to Zirek. We rode in the backseat as Ajwan and Terlan manned the front. Zirek frowned.

Despite the dark cabin of the Landcruiser, I could see the pained expression on Zirek’s face. He said nothing, but I could tell he knew what we were about to run into.

As we drove closer, the glow became brighter. I could see that it was a village on fire. We stopped the vehicle about a mile out and hid it off road. The rest of our trek would be on foot.

We approached the village on foot. The terrain was rugged and hilly. The village lay in a slight valley a few miles outside of Ma‘shūq. After an hour of hiking, we found a vantage point overlooking the village.

Zirek used the spotting scope he had brought to survey the village. It was a military-grade night vision spotter scope; another piece of equipment I assumed had come from the US Military.

I used the scope on my rifle as I crouched next to him. Although it wasn’t night vision, I could see the burning huts and cars in the village below. Someone had set fire to everything.

“I don’t see any movement,” I said, scanning with my scope from the outer perimeter to the center of the burning village.

“They are long gone,” Zirek said. “Let’s move.”

We moved slowly, zig-zagging down the hillside toward the village.

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