Saturday, March 19, 2005
In Feburary, my english class had to do an English essay on the most tense situation we ever experienced in our life. We had to write everything in no more than 170 words. Here it is...It was supposed to be a game but it felt so real, too real. We had to help the people who came with the intention to destroy us. As the Red Cross Ambulance Service, we had to unbiasedly go out to rescue the injured no matter which side they come from. While we set up the stretchers in preparation for casualties, our other teammates were outside hiring mercenaries to protect us. I was about to call them in when they started running away. The terrorist had started shooting us without any warning. The mercenaries had no ammunition to fight back and I saw my friends fall before my eyes. The rest were in the safety of our base but I had to do something. To go out meant risking getting shot at but there were casualties outside; they were injured, not dead. No one wanted to go out but we had to take the risk. With the stretcher in hand I walked straight into the war zone.
For those who are wondering. This is a scene from OPS 123, EDC 2004. My team is Delta (dynamite) and we were the RCAS. (Ps: If you are not from EDC don't bother trying to understand what I'm talking about, I don't think you'll get it)
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