Chapter 2
December 14, 2018. Somewhere in the Middle East.
“Get low and move your asses,” I whisper to my team as we scurry through the dark night, silent as the dead we’ve left in our wake. The microphone attached to my helmet transmits my words to their earpieces as clear as if I were speaking directly into their ears. “If we miss the heli outta here, I’m gonna run your asses to Kabul and back.”
“For someone who claims not to have a woman back home, Job, you sure are eager to get back to the States,” Brian whispers back.
“I do have a woman back home, Trigger,” I mutter. “I call her mama, and her cooking is reason enough to want outta this hellhole. Now, focus so you can keep up. If you get lost again, this time I’m not comin’ lookin’ for you.”
“Dude, it happened one time, a year ago
