A DAY IN THE LIFE AND DEATH OF A U.S. COMBAT SOLDIER UNDER BARACK HUSSEIN OBAM AND ERIC FALN HOLDER
You are on a mission in Iraq with your squad, slowly walking down what appears to be an abandoned street in the dusk; your eyes are peeled for the slightest movement. Although you can’t see any “bad guys” the feeling you are being watched is palpable. You can hear your heart beating through your uniform. Then it happens. An IED explodes, a few of your buddies scream, you rush over to them. One is dead, his entrails hanging out of his torn abdomen, the other is screaming in pain as his mangled leg is just a piece of torn flesh from the knee down. As you attempt to render aid shots ring out from the building windows on one side of the street, hitting your other mate who had taken off his helmet to render aid, his brains splattering all over the Old Glory patch on your sleeve.
After the dead and injured are pulled out of the line of fire, you enter the building, up the stairs, adrenaline rushing, fear, you throw a grenade in the room where the insurgents were firing from. After the explosion and the smoke clears you, and the remaining company, rush in. Four insurgents are there, white flag in hand, arms raised; a fifth terrorist at the window gets off one last shot, striking a wounded U.S. soldier on the street, you rifle butt him in the side, he crouches in pain, and then slowly raised his hands.
After securing the prisoners you rummage through the computers and papers on the floor, your interpreter reads one of the papers entitled “Rules of Engagement for All Jihadists Engaging the Satanic American Forces” Your interpreter continues to read…”Although it was suggested in the past that you blow yourself up for Allah, this is no longer necessary. You can live to fight again for the cause, and kill more American devils, even if captured. After inflicting as much death, damage, and pain on the infidels you are now ordered to surrender. Put your hands in the air and, if available, waive a white flag at the last possible minute. However, you are to try and get off as many shots and inflict as much death and suffering as you can prior to surrendering.
Be aware that NOTHING bad or uncomfortable will happen to you if you surrender. There is no need to give up any information to the enemy and you are ordered not to reveal anything. We have been certainly advised by our cells in the U.S. which are following the U.S. Media, the U.S. President’s statements, and the U.S. Attorney General, that you will probably be put in a prison, given at least three Islamic friendly meals a day, get good sleep, not be questioned in any way which is too harsh; eventually you will be released to join the cause again. Remember too that a Koran MUST be provided to you, so don’t be concerned about honoring Allah or being able to say your prayers while in captivity. Remember also to immediately request a lawyer, preferably something Satan’s country calls an “ACLU” lawyer.
You just shake your head, shrug your shoulders and ask yourself: what is this world and our country coming to? However, a mission is at hand and you have to get your m en out of there. Upon starting to exit the building you hear footsteps, many insurgents are coming up the street towards the building en masse. You shove the prisoners away as they run out onto the street to their comrades who are now firing upon you and shooting rocket propelled grenades at the building. Explosions and debris flying everywhere, you and five remaining soldiers in your squad look with fear into each other’s eyes, knowing you are totally outnumbered and have been ambushed.
You remember what you were told: Whatever you do, DO NOT SURRENDER. Your officers advised in briefings to fight to the death because, unlike your adversaries’ treatment and ability to surrender, if YOU are captured you are going to be beheaded on Al Jazeera TV for propaganda purposes, held in captivity and tortured, or have your genitalia cut off and burned and dragged naked through the streets. These visions cross through your mind as you continue fire, gripping your rifle tightly, as thoughts of your loved ones pass through your brain as well.
Your squad mates, already hit, are moaning in pain next to you as you get struck with a grenade fragment ripping into your calf, then a shot ripping open your shoulder. You fall on your side, your vision hazy, your blood trickling on the sidewalk, your last thoughts form as you start to lose consciousness, and a card falls out of your pocket onto a sidewalk in your blood. It is titled “Miranda Warnings to be Read to All Captured Insurgents in the Iraq and Afghanistan Overseas Contingency Operations.” Your thoughts turn t your family and loved ones as a tear slides down your cheek. As your life starts to ebb away you can hear the sounds of shots and explosions getting closer.
You just hope, with your final thoughts, that you will not bring dishonor to your family when you are posthumously written up in the report of this mission for committing War Crimes: You didn’t read the terrorists their Miranda Rights after restraining them and taking them into custody, and you rifle butted one of the, breaking several ribs, when you were not in imminent fear of death. You are, after all, according to your own country a war criminal.
Then your last thought as your labored breathing ceases…”What a sick, ungrateful nation I died for.”
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE AMERICA, THIS IS THE FUTURE!