DATE IS JANUARY 19TH 2011

I am in a squad of six others, I am granted access to the radio. My squad and I are pinned down in a building in northern Takistan.

My squad is badly wounded, most of them are sedated with morphine and bandaged. I am the last able body.

There are hundreds of Takistani militia around us, including tanks and APCs. I make a bold move. I call artillery on my position. My radio signal is shit, it was shot once and has half the range.

I climb to the rooftop. I am shot in the chest and coughing up blood. I finish climbing to the top of a radio tower.

I signal back to base and call for an incendiary ordinance drop on our position. The AC130 was shot down.

The launch 10 shells in two barrages, a total of 5 per barrage. Air support arrives, it is a Chinook to rescue us.

I see the shells coming down above it. The Chinook is hit by a shell and fucking explodes, the shrapnel blows up one of the Takistani tanks.

The shells kill the rest of us and all of the AI.

I am promoted from SSG to 1st Lieutenant.

I am a war hero.