[ WP/CW ] Write out a scene that you 've always wanted to share , whether it 's an action-packed climax , a heartbreaking emotional roller coaster , or some crazy plot twist . There just one catch ; no context allowed .

`` North side. By the truck.'' My spotters voice was a distant whisper in my ear, the world narrowed down to the confines of my scope. 
 
 I sighted in carefully, he was a smoking a cigarette, scratching at stubble on his chin. 
 
 *Breathe in* 
 
 *Breathe out* 
 
 The rifle kicks against my shoulder as I squeeze the trigger. An instant later and the first target drops. 
 
 `` Tango down. Sight in on the next guy. Guard tower, north east corner.'' 
 
 I steady my breathing and sight in on the next man. He's drinking coffee from a thermos, leaning against the railing. 
 
 `` Fire at will.'' My spotter said. 
 
 Another kick. 
 
 `` He's down. Rapier this is Longbow, you are clear to the wall.'' 
 
 `` Roger that Longbow. We're in motion.'' 
 
 I saw four dark shapes break cover in the long grass. That's when things started to go badly. A floodlight kicked on, an alarm klaxon sounded. 
 
 `` Rapier, abort! abort God damnit!'' My spotter was shouting now. 
 
 I sat up into a crouch and sighted on the first guard out the barracks door. 
 
 Breathe. Fire. Sight onto the next target. Breathe. Fire. Move on. 
 
 I reached the end of my magazine and dropped my rifle without a second thought. I reached for my M4 as my spotter clapped me on the shoulder heavily. 
 
 `` We need to move. Now.'' 
 
 Bullets whizzed into the dirt around us as we stood and made a break for the tree line. 
 
 `` We need immediate evac. Dropping an IR strobe but be advised we can not stay by the signal.'' I opened up a channel to our air cover and started speaking rapidly. 
 
 The first of the soldiers from the base were cresting the hill behind us. My spotter fired over my shoulder. I smack the strobe against my thigh, activating it and tossing it down. 
 
 `` Longbow this is Broadsword over.'' My headset crackled 
 
 `` We read you Broadsword.'' We were beginning a slow retreat into a burned out shell of a house, firing as we crept backwards. 
 
 `` Advise you keep a safe distance from strobe. We are coming in very hot.'' The pilot spoke with a thick Texas drawl. 
 
 `` Roger that. We are in the house about fifty yards south of the beacon.'' I said. 
 
 The high pitched whine of an aircraft engine began to build in the distance. That certainly did n't sound like our normal air cover. The sky erupted before I had a chance to consider it any further, thirty millimeter shells tearing into the ground and walking their way towards the enemy. It was like the voice of God, speaking in metal and fire. The A-10 Warthog finished it's first attack run, dumping a few thousand fifty cal rounds into the base just to be sure. 
 
 A Blackhawk helicopter dropped out of the sky directly in front of us. The rotors buffeted us mercilessly as the gunner hosed the retreating enemy with a minigun. 
 
 `` Let's go! Move! Move! move!'' The crew chief shouted at us, extending a hand to help me into the helicopter. We climbed in and my stomach dropped into my feet as the chopper climbed faster than I thought was possible. 
 
 `` We're heading back are n't we?'' I asked after I had put on a crew headset. The helicopter was flying in the opposite direction of our HQ. 
 
 `` Negative sir.'' The crew chief had to shout to be heard over the sound of the minigun. `` Base camp was compromised. We're heading to a secondary rally point'' 
 
 `` Compromised? How?'' 
 
 `` Thats what we're trying to find out sir.''
