Far From Eden- Part 4

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

(Continuation of Far From Eden Part 3) A story about a young man in the service, that has everyday challenges of life, job (as a Army Infantry Man) and emotions thrust upon him.

Based on a true story

For a quick moment time froze. As I was holding on and bracing for impact, my thoughts wondered to the thought of surrender. to me, surrender is letting the enemy know that they are feared. I don't want that weakness set upon me, upon my convoy, upon my country. Within sixty meters of your convoy, you have automatic permission to shoot, and kill, after warning shots if any car come inside those boundaries and neglects to follow these rules. As i got back up from my hiding spot my whole body felt numb. I could hear the voice of the team leader ordering me to get down. His voice was fading into a distant noise and I ignored him. Instead I straightened myself out, took quick aim and fired at both cars. within the first few seconds I had shot into the engine block of the oncoming car in the intersection, causing it to stop. The car in front seemed to get the message and as he sped up so did we, and he was soon out of sight.

I knew I was in for it since I did not follow orders. It turns out that the truck that was flying at us was loaded, and the two of them, including the car in front of us, were together. The guys know if it had not been for me, we would have been screwed. But its all about following orders these days, even if disobeying and what you did saved a life..or a truck full of soldiers, it wouldn't matter as much as you would think. When I returned to base, I was told that I was giving up my \"team\" and getting a new team and assignment. This assignment was coming from a very very high place...but the battalion I worked for was still trying to figure out who I was getting on my new team and where they'd get us a vehicle.

As Captain Mathews approached me, I could see on his face that he was outraged with my recent actions of disobedience. He said “There isn’t one single right answer, Windshield, but there are right answers. If you give me a wrong answer, then we talk.” he didn't sound mad at the least. I just smiled and said, \"I was just protecting my own Sir.\"

He replied, \"that's a good wrong answer Weinzierl\"

That's probably a good sign because when Mathews calls a private by their actual last name instead of nicknames like 'Windshield', hes starting to respect you.

I wont let it go to my head this time..


Submitted: April 27, 2011

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