The heat that raditates from the sun is fuckin unbearably, with my legs dangling out the side of out Lynx copter we fly across the barren sand covered wasteland Iraq, small tan squares litter the landscape, there houses. I look down at this minigun I'm armed with, it scares me how much power it holds. My fear disappears in a second for all I have to do is remember why I came here.

To fight Isis, to protect the rights of religion, I am God's guardian angels from above. I hardly look the part, tan camoflauge fatigues and a black helmet and mask. I would blend in more with the armies of the dead, that's the second reason I am here. To help bolster the ranks of the dead. To my disappointment there is none to shot, if anything I got a tour of the area and a chance to test the gun, it's 50 cal ripping through the flesh and Bone that is a pigs skull. I end my writing here as I devour a chop and hope that tommorow is better.

Crpl Steph
AAC