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THE HISTORY Exhibit Alpha Section 01 Section 02 Section 03 Section 04 Exhibit Bravo Section 05 Section 06 Exhibit Charlie Section 07 Section 08 Section 09 Section 10 Section 11 Section 12 Exhibit Delta Exhibit Echo Section 13 Section 14 Section 15 THE CHARACTERS
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Marine Gunnery Sergeant Charles Jackson waited for the signal to take his
shot. Squatted with his rump nearly on the ground, his modified .308 rifle
held steady in his hands, elbows firmly planted on his knees. GSGT Jackson
held his position as he had for the past 7 hours. Hearing the difference in sound in his Tac Comm device, he waited for the coordinates, and the okay. The whispered voice of Staff Sergeant McEvoy sounded loud in his ears, "White Down one, White Down one, I have contact at ... delta zulu one one four niner seven niner five one, target has ceased forward movement." "Confirm, delta zulu one one four niner seven niner five one." Jackson ordered. "Aye," came the whispered response, "...confirm.... delta zulu one one four niner seven niner five one. Fire at will." GSGT Jackson put his eye to the long range scope, feeling the breeze on his neck, adjusting his sites for the 900 yard shot. 'There you are, Osama...' Jackson exhaled, and squeezed the trigger, noting with quiet satisfaction when his bullet hit the mark, just at the base of the cranium, exiting the top of the skull. "Red Dog one, move into contact position and confirm hit." McEvoy quietly moved to the target's location, and called back, "White Down one, confirmed, target down. Good shot." GSGT Jackson walked over to the target's position. McEvoy grinned at him, "I don't think this dummy is going anywhere, but into a box." Jackson snickered, "Shut up, man. Load it up, let's get back to base." Staff Sergeant McEvoy carried the target dummy back to the HMMWV. They drove back to the Marine base in silence. |
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