Karuit's misson

SUDAN 1985

It was a regular day in Africa. Kariut couldn't sleep. The next day, the Sudanese army would drive through the Savannah to the rebels’ HQ. He was scared, but he eventually he fell asleep. He woke up to his friend yelling, “Come on, it's time to go!” He had bonded with his friend during boot camp. He went out into the blinding African sun. He heard bombs. He heard a fairly young kid talking to his uncle with a group. His eyes adjusted to the sun. He saw now there was a battalion of armored vehicles ready to carry them into battle. Fighter jets roared overhead. He strained to remember his vehicle number. Was it 15? He ran towards the tank.There it was! He opened the hatch and jumped in. His friend was there. Oh no! It was the wrong number. It was 5, not 15, but it was already too late; they were already moving into battle. He carried a heavy machine gun. Kariut opened the hatch and heaved his gun up. It looked like hell itself had arrived. Smoke was everywhere, the boom of artillery and machine guns made a harmony of death. He took out his pair of binoculars and he saw a group of rebels approaching on horseback. He felt bad for them; they should be able to follow their own religion, but they shouldn't try fighting against the government. He fired his machine gun into the horse’s legs. As expected, all of the horses fell. Well the horses fell, but a second squad came on horseback. Before he could shoot, one fired an rpg right into armoured car number 5. BOOM!. If he was in there, he would have died. Kariut saw a great line of barbed wire behind that was the base. He told the General that they had to make it to the wall on foot. They ran through rubble to hide from a machine gunner. The general ran out, but before he could take cover, he was shot. Kariut told the squad he was in charge. He fired his unique pistol, but he missed. It looked like it was the end. Many people were killed from the machine gun. Just when he was going to die, a helicopter launched one man out. Kariut heard a U.S. special ops member would help him. The man asked Kariut and his friend for assistance. They kicked open the door and they hid behind the wall. It seemed like a million guns were firing at them. He looked down, he had a grenade! Kariut threw it. There was no more gunfire. He craned his neck out. The agent said, “The leaders’ room was right down the hall.” The trio ran down the hall. Halfway down the hall a man jumped out and stabbed his friend with a knife! Kariut turned and shot him with his pistol. His friend Pakuru said, “Please Kariut, just kill me! The pain is unbearable!” Kariut looked down at the floor and pulled the trigger. He was so angry, he started to run. He looked to his right and the agent was right there. He said, “Your knife!” Kariut threw it to him. They busted through the door. Kariut started to slide on the ground and shot everyone around. He stopped. Kariut checked how the Agent was doing. He had disarmed the leader of the rebels and stabbed his shirt to the wall. He said to Kariut, “I didn't kill him. I thought you would want to do it for your friend.’’ He pulled the trigger and thought, “It’s over. The war is over.”