For what felt like ten minutes the shooting continues, you take cover behind what was left of the MRAP's rear axel and return fire in the general direction where the shooting is coming from. Suddenly you hear the sound of helicopter rotors getting close, you turn around and barely make out the outlines of two Apache gunships headed toward your direction. The clank of a bullet brings your attention back to the firefight, you let off a couple more shots before you hear multiple rounds hit right above your head making you dive behind the MRAP.
You look back in the direction of the gunships in time to see them open up with their 30mm chain guns and Hydra rockets. You look back at the mountain side where the shooting was coming from to see it explode in a shower of rock and dust. As the dust starts to settle you notice there's no more shooting, "well we either killed them all or scared the rest away" says one of your squad mates. The gunships continue to fly overheard, but at a slower patrol like speed, searching for any more combatants that might be hiding.
After ten minutes the gunships leave and two Blackhawk helicopters land followed by a chinook helicopter, those who were injured were loaded in one and everyone else was placed in the second while the two functioning MRAPs drove back to the base. "What about the wrecked truck?" you ask Grimes, "that chinook is going to pick it up and take it back to base so they can try to repair it" he says.
Fifteen minutes later the Blackhawks were touching down back at the base and you were walking toward the squad bay to store your rifle and ammo, but you took your helmet, body armor and sidearm with you to be stored back at your bunk. You walk into your living quarters and see Sheila sitting on her bunk reading, as soon as you walk in she looks up from her book for a minute then goes back to reading. She does a double take and puts her book down, "are you ok?" she asks sounding concerned, "yeah why?" you ask confused, you notice she was looking at your helmet, so you take your helmet off and look at it.
What you saw shocked you, there were three bullet holes along the front left side of the helmet, but none of them passed through the kevlar. "Well that would have ruined my day" you tell her, "well I guess your just lucky" she says, "you think this is bad?... follow me" you say. You walk back to the airfield with Sheila following you with a confused look on her face, as you walk up to the airfield the Chinook carrying the wrecked MRAP had just unloaded the wreck and was beginning to land. "Were you in that?" she asks pointing to the MRAP, you nod, "you really are lucky" she adds.
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