I wish I had a title, but as for now I’ve got nothing of the sort. This is the fruit of my boredom, a little alcohol consumption, and an open wordpad window. There isn’t much. I always get these little creative ideas, and then it just kinda dies down. This is what I’ve got so far.
Any and all feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
<u>UntPro1</u>
It was dark there. That miserable little stink hole they kept me in for God only knows how long. Had I known what I knew now, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up there. Maybe my comrades would still be alive. Maybe… but thats not important. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m not there anymore… they’re all dead. All thanks to him. That bastard.
It was colder than usual that night. We were a secret from the world. A small group of elite soldiers trained to hide in the shadows, to blend into the trees, to disappear into thin air at a moment's notice. No one knew we existed. That is other than our families, ourselves, our commander, and the United States president, Dennis Pollack. We'd gathered into the briefing room only hours before
we arrived on-sight, armed with small combat knives, berettas equipped with silencers, two grenades, and m4 combat rifles. We’d been assigned to locate and identify a man named Leon Cortez. Military intelligence indicated that he was responsible for the recent nuclear attack on U.S. soil.
The state of Florida had been obliterated. Thousands of innocent U.S. citizens were snuffed out in an instant,
like a lit cigarette.