Black Knights, Dark Days by Fisk J. Matthew;

Author:Fisk, J. Matthew;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Warriors Publishing Group



When the mob began to retreat, our weapons fell silent. Aguero spared a glance heavenward as if seeking guidance or demanding an apology. Through a haze of gun smoke he glimpsed a small bird gliding above the fray, unconcerned with the scene below. He felt a surreal wave wash over him, leaving him adrift in the notion that he was in some sort of war movie and not actually trapped behind enemy lines. The bird floated over the pile of bodies and out of sight behind a building where someone’s brightly colored laundry fluttered in the breeze. The sudden silence gave a fleeting sense of peace that did not exist.



Even as we repelled the macabre parade, the QRF was attempting to find a bypass around the obstacles meant to keep us in the ambush kill box. Route Silver had been a clear shot going out. It was full of pot holes, though that was normal. Now, just five minutes after having turned on to Delta, the landscape had completely changed. The enemy had used the scant few minutes that it had taken for the cumbersome LMTV to turn around to great advantage. Route Silver was now littered with impromptu barricades and obstacles. Scrap metal, steel I-beams, vehicle parts of every type, and piles of concrete blocks had been strewn about to fix the infidels in place long enough to deliver a killing blow.

Hunter managed to dodge the myriad of obstacles laid out for them so hastily on Silver. He was still able to see, even though the sun was starting to sink below the line of buildings to the west. They were taking fire from everywhere now, mostly to the south, but also from across the canal that was the northern border of Sadr City. Just shy of Aeros, they turned right on Alpha. Contact was not heavy to the east, which was mostly open field, but gunfire was in abundance from the buildings and alleys to their west. On their first jaunt down Silver, only the soldiers sitting on the left side had been busy. Now, since they were going the other way, the right side had their turn at all the fun and frolic. By the time they had traveled almost a mile and turned on to Copper, every one of them had learned what it meant to take another man’s life.

Specialist Jermaine Tyrell was no exception. Movement drew his eyes to a balcony. He saw a little kid, maybe 12 years old, wearing a blue shirt and wielding an AK-47. Fire flashed from the muzzle as the boy sprayed the weapon from side to side. He was surrounded by older men and younger children who were cheering him on as though he had just smashed a slow pitch and was rounding third base toward home. Tyrell had no time to contemplate this odd behavior before he unloaded the last of his 5.56 mm belt into the kid. He saw the kid fall and was glad that he didn’t have time to feel bad about it.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.