Sometimes we live our lives with the notion on our mind that everything will be alright!!! But it doesn’t always go that way, honestly we all are fucked up in one way or another, nobody is perfect and we all are racists, have you ever thought about it, even when you think you are not racist, then that would make you a dumb racist.
I noticed everywhere we turn our heads or look around we are going to see some asshole fucking the shit for somebody else, people don’t hate but appreciate cause that asshole is doing us all a favor by him or her being the asshole in this world instead of us.
Assholes in this world are needed just as nice people are needed, we need some assholes to equalize the nature and make the YIN/YANG equal.
And that’s what I got in my unit too, we were all nice guys except for one guy, he was a real psychopath who really enjoyed the killings not for the sake of Afghani people but the sake of killing itself!!
His name was Ramon, he was 190cm tall, buffed a bit and with fair skin and his usual spiked up dark blond hair, light brown eyes and a long thin face with broad nose that contradicted his small lips and head shape. We were trained to give head shots if we thought the enemy wearing a bullet proof vest or a burst or two to the chest if they didn´t wear anything (3 bullets bursts), but not Ramon, Ramon used to give shots to the abdominal area which is also deadly but that would make the victim suffer a painful slow ass death, and he enjoyed it with such a satisfaction and pleasure that made me think how he ever could pass the moral tests we had done?
Onetime we had a mission and we cleared the enemy with no struggle what so ever, but upon the time we went in the enemy territory to make the body count and extract some info or Intel, one of our guys got shot from behind by a dying enemy who still got breath in him enough to shoot, the enemy got shot directly within five seconds after his own shot and killed, our guy was luckily enough for him he wore a vest so the bullet didn´t pierce in but gave him semi broken rib.
He laid down on the ground in pain and agony that his eyes busted into tears thinking that he was dying right there and then, he didn´t know what his injury was but he asked me what it was, I with my joker mentality told him;
M: oh man this doesn’t look good bro, I give you max 15 minutes before you die, so here you go write something to your lover or mom or anybody who cares about your sorry ass (I handed him a note book)
Him: what what is wrong with me please tell me.
M: well you got shot beneath your seventh rib which leads to punctured lungs and some intestinal damage, you going to die a slow death but I can´t guarantee you that it wouldn’t be painful.
Him: well then I shall write this to my mom, ok, promise you give her this (I nodded my head and took his note)
I told him to sit up, and he did, then I looked behind him, the bullet was stuck on his vest and I took it out and told him this is going to hurt a bit, he shouted and squealed like a girl when I pulled the bullet out with my multi tool kit, and then gave him the note smiling at him and told him;you can give this note to your mom personally and hand her this bullet too which was not inside of you!!!!!
The relief on his face was immeasurable and he laughed crying at my joke and told me he will get me one day for this.
I was more angry and furious actually at Ramon, cause the body count was 9 all with head shots except the one enemy guy who was shot in the abdominal area, I figured out directly that it was Ramon´s shot from his position and the enemy´s position too.
I went to him to talk with him and clarify things up with him cause this was something dangerous and cannot keep on continuing this specially when there is lives hanging on it (our lives). He was arrogant enough to tell me“yeah so, what you gonna do about it”, I told him do it again and I swear to you that you will regret it, cause this shit is been going on for year now and I think it´s time to say it´s enough now.
He looked at me as if he was trying to measure me with his eyes and then he laughed, and said to me to bring it on, I told him do it again and I promise you I will deliver what I said to you.
Days went on without any incidents, until one day I was the one who got shot, thank goodness I had my vest on and the shot came from far away so the velocity of it was reduced by the distance the bullet had to travel, even though I was in tremendous pain that shot through all my body like the bullet actually was inside but it wasn’t, I understood the feeling my poor mate who I fooled last time and what kind of horror he must have felt when I told him that he was dying!!!
I was shot in the back too by an enemy post on top one of the houses, when we get shot at, the first thing we do is determine the shooting source and where it came from and act on that and take cover, and that´s what we did. We took cover and knew where the shot came from, luckily enough for me that the distance was great between us and them and who knows if we were close to them maybe that shot wouldn´t be in my back but in the back of my head, but they hesitated upon shooting us directly when we were close to them cause we overpowered them from the east side within seconds from the shooting was started, mean while two other units flanked them from west and south without them even noticing or giving them any hints of what´s going on, and within 7 minutes of continuing fire between us they surrendered on the hands of the other units who flanked them.