The Epic Story (Revised)

Chapter 3

                                                        46 kilometers outside of Kabul Afghanistan

Go! Go! Go! The Marine shouted as he slammed the door of the Humvee shut. Is that everyone? Frank asked. Yes sir, I was the last one out. Good, then let’s get rolling! Frank exclaimed. Frank hand-braked hard as the Hummer skidded through a market, knocking over tables and crushing stands as it roared along. Hostiles roof top called the Marine in the left back seat. Hit em' with the 50.cal Frank cried. The Marine on the Hummer's 50.cal began firing at the Taliban insurgents as they ran across the roof tops.

           RPG! The gunner cried out, but it was two late the RPG struck the ground a few feet away from the Humvee. While it did not destroy the Hummer, the gunner received a large piece of shrapnel to the front of his head. He fell into the Humvee screaming in pain. We have to make it across the river yelled the Marine in the passenger’s seat. I know Frank yelled back. Frank could hear dozens of pings as bullets impacted the Humvee. There's the bridge! said, a Marine. Thank Christ replied Frank. As the Humvee crossed the bridge into the U.S. Held safe zone Frank let out a sigh of relief. Were home boys! He said.  All of the Marines even the wounded gunner let out a holler. Frank pulled the Humvee out front of the infirmary, from which two corpsmen ran out caring a stretcher, which they placed the wounded gunner on and carried him into the infirmary. As Frank began to turn around a Marine ran up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. What? Frank asked. General Rose wants to see you sir the Marine responded. Tell him I'll be there in a few Frank said. Yes sir, the Marine saluted and ran back towards the H.Q.

            Frank began heading in that same direction himself. Frank entered the H.Q. Building and walked to general Rose's office. Frank then knocked on the door. Come in Frank General Rose, said in a friendly voice. Frank, the general started, you my friend are being transferred. Transferred? To where sir? Frank asked. Brazil Rose responded. Why Brazil sir? Frank asked. Because the Brazilians want someone who know how to fight rebels, there having problems in the west, and we told them we'd sent them the best, Rose said. So naturally they send me. Said Frank. Yup, Your Plane leaves at 0900 hours Rose said. Sir that’s only seven minutes Frank said. I guess it is, you better get a move on them Frank, good luck buddy. Rose said. You too general. Said Frank. Frank then dashed out of Rose's office. He ran to the barracks grabbed his M-16A1, and his M-1911, the only possessions left to him by his diseased father.

For some reason Frank felt that he needed them now more than ever.