The soldier sat down and contemplated his situation.
A member of an elite squad of furious fighters, he was destined to be in today's battles. He could only hope that his side was willing to do what it takes to get the job done.
He thought of his family;his wife and sisters. He wondered if he would see them again after today. He hoped so, but he knew all too well the risks he was taking. Just last week his buddy had taken a bad hit from one of the roaming choppers that were always packed to the brim with armed soldiers. His buddy had not made it, but this soldier knew that he would see him again at the pearly gates.
Ah, the choppers. Always so full of armed personnel, but rarely carrying any real supplies. These were no rescue personnel, this was an invasion force. This soldier, and his comrades, all of them knew this with conviction. The imperialistic pigs of the UN were not going to take their country without a fight; they would rather die than see their homeland turned into anything even closely resembling Iraq.
As he strapped on his last bootlace, he contemplated the day. There would be great battles, and great victory. This soldier would fight alongside his comrades. To the death.
Praise Allah.
