[ WP ] 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... ... ... And then it happened .

I was in the front of the stack, the kicker, the entry man. It was my job to place my boot on the door and open it. First into the room, this would be my 100th time doing so, it had become routine, though I never let complacency set in. Any moment now the captain would give the order to enter. My god it hot, feel worse than normal, I looked over my shoulder at my squad mates I knew without a doubt that they would be there for me. 
 The order came, I kicked the door and cleared my lane, I felt the flash bang go off. It hurt but we all had done this 100 times so we were used to. I turn to check the door near me and that ’ s when the insurgent made his move. I managed to block the knife as he thrust it for my chest but, the second swing got past my guard and he pin my arm to the wall. 
 I let go of my rifle and use my now free hand to fight off the insurgent. I we struggled I saw what was in the room, it was a bomb. I called out for my squad, they started to make their way out, and get to safety. Jesus paused for a second and I caught his eye and shook my head. I knew he want to try and save me but he couldn ’ t save us both. He was torn between saving himself or dying with me when the sergeant made the choice for him and pulled him out to safety. 
 I was still struggling with the insurgent, when I saw the timer on the bomb 3…2…1… 
 That ’ s went it happen a loud noise, a bright flash a wave of air. I didn ’ t feel much after that. I died with the knowledge that my squad mates were safe. For in the end that ’ s all that mattered. Not the war, not the war just them. 
 

