I will start with a poem
the name that I would give this poem would be;
CRASHING AND BURNING LOVE
My heart is broken,
My soul is sulking.
But you are not there,
That’s not even fair.
I long after your deeds,
Tell me anything to satisfy your needs.
I wish and ik wens and jag hoppas and I hope,
To be with you and make you the happiest ever and that would be dope.
You turn me on by just one small tiny kiss,
And you tease me even more with your cold kisses diss.
You pull me out of my furious anger,
And you feed me when I feel the hunger.
My whole being opens and my life too when I see your lovely face,
You definitely got my heart but there is still an empty space.
If I knew it would be like it is right now,
I would have come prepared somehow.
(her name) you have no idea what you done to me in these days,
It was like being naked in front everybody and baked with fearsome sun rays.
I would welcome my torture with happy tears in my eyes,
Cause I know it´s from you and my satisfied soul fly up to the skies.
Like I said before if this is my fate,
Then I would love to bite the bait.
Torture me hurt me annoy me and kill me but hold me close to your heart,
Because that’s where my next life I want it to start.
Back to the story at hand, back to Afghanistan and back to the war I lived in.
We did many co op operations with other special forces from different countries who are members of the NATO and also some other forces who are not member as well, one operation which marked my end in Afghanistan as a commando soldier, but before that I would like to tell a prank that we did on a guy who was always bragging about how fast he dismantled a hand gun and put it back together with a record time.
So I decided to teach him a lesson in modesty; the plan was simple, let him dismantle the weapon and then without his notice switch the mag. With one who got a bullet in it, cause he always used to cock the weapon and aim it to his hand and pull the trigger after he finishes the assembling of the gun!!!
The plan went as planned he assembled the gun lightning fast and cocked it aimed it and BBBAAAANNNGGG!!!
The funny thing of it that it was filmed and photographed, the shock he was in was fucking funny, he just stood there really still waiting for his brain to process what had just happened and then he said in low whispery voice (I think I shot myself) and we trying our at most best not to laugh, told him no no no maybe it´s just a flash, maybe it´s just an empty cartridge, he said no look, he lifted up his hand to show us and we all burst out laughing cause when he did it we could see his face through the hole in his hand, the funny thing was that there was not a lot of blood and his hand bones were sticking out, they were the whitest bones I ever saw in my life. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
What marked my end in Afghanistan was an operation we did with American spec ops, we had our Intel, the mission was really easy cause the area was on our advantage, the camp where we were about to attack was in the valley and was surrounded by mountains on all sides, so we were there waiting for the go order, the camp was surrounded by us and the Taliban insurgents had no freaking idea what will hit them until it was too late for them to react, at 02:30 hour we got the GO order and ignited our attack and within 3 minute max the mission was finished in a tremendous success, nobody would withstand a chance against special forces who were armed with night and thermal vision goggles and suppressed guns that make you wonder where the bullets are coming from.
I was really happy cause it was my first mission as staff sergeant, and my guys did a very good job, we went down to examine and search for info and Intel and at almost 05:00 the sun begun to shine a bit and the area colored in that orange yellowish twilight dawn, I was standing next to an American captain, who was looking through a binoculars and then all of the sudden threw it away and grabbed his gun, I looked where he was looking and picked up my binoculars and looked and saw a peasant or farmer with his teenage son and their donkey walking slowly towards us, I asked him what’s wrong it’s just a farmer.
C: well farmer or no farmer that´s my kill!!! (he shouted STOP RIGHT THERE OR I SHOOT TO KILL)
M: you can´t be serious sir they are farmers and I see they are not carrying any weapons plus these are simple people, you can´t expect them to understand English!!!
C: I don´t give a shit sergeant, they all the same to me, hajji’s mullah´s , Taliban they all have to be wiped out.(and he cocked his weapon and aimed ready to shoot)
M: sir please let me at least speak with them at least I can speak Arabic maybe that would help and I know some Pashtu Farsi.
C: shut up and don´t get involved in this shit serg. And he shot his weapon in three small bursts
I ran to the poor man and his son, I saw that the son was about 12 years old and he was dead on the spot but the dad had a bit of life left in him, I knelt down beside him to sooth his pain, and read him the Islamic (shahhada) which Muslims do when they about to die.(ashhaddu en la ilaha illa allah wa ashhaddu en mohammed rasoul allah) the poor man held my hands with tears flowing from his eyes and said only one word before his eyes cocked upwards and died(tashakur)which means thank you.
I stood up and I could swear to you people that I really saw the world in black and white, it was like i became color blind, I walked back to the captain, and without any questions or explanations I literally kicked his ass and broke his bones, when I stood up from his broken face, teeth, cheek bones and broken jaw, I knew right there and then am done with this injustice shit.
The poor farmer appeared later on that he came everyday with his son to get water from the Taliban´s who controlled the water well, of course I was dishonored discharged and sent back to the Netherlands, the fucking asshole captain got only a slap on his hand for being naughty!!!!!
I have definitely no remorse of my period in Afghanistan, I don’t want to change anything that I have done there, if I have the opportunity to change something I would love to turn time back and prevent that killing that happened on that day, which until today when I talk or write about it, my heart burns with sorrow and grieve for this poor innocent man and his 12 years old innocent son.