The Commando

            Silence consumed the ancient battlefield, not sound was mustered to disturb the quiet. No sound existed in the cloudy calm day. The guns were silent, no birds or aircraft in the sky. Only the sound of the commando’s heavy breathing existed. He was alone no one to aid him while deep in enemy territory. His heart pounded against his ribs like a battering ram. In the field he hid in a hole to conceal himself from the enemy. The hole was small but still big enough to keep him hidden from hostile eyes. The hole was filled with ammo and weapons up to his heels. He was ready for a fight, a long bloody fight. The hole was within the ruins of a house, bombed months before. The house was based on a hill with a clear view of the road at the base of the hill. He kept his head low from view of any snipers skimming the hills with their keen eyes. The commando sat in waiting for any convoy or patrol to roll on by. Whatever came his way he would ambush it himself.

            Peering through a hole in the wall the commando observed what he saw at the bottom. There was an enemy post at the bottom of the hill. It was heavily guarded by dozens of troops. Two towers on both sides the road and a gate in between blocking the road. A garrison was built beside the post to house the troops. He watched the guards marching around back and forth. Others went in and out of the garrison. With his eye he observed the enemy’s patrol patterns. Cautiously the commando waited for the time to strike. It concerned him whenever a guard walked or even looked in his direction. He did nothing to draw attention.

            Several vehicles drove by going through the gate. The commando slowly crept along the side of the hole. He positioned himself in view of the post. Luckily, he hadn’t been seen. Preparing himself he took a deep breath and prayed to the Goddess Ipsul. He pulled himself back into the hole to ensure that there were no enemy snipers. Through luck there were none to be dealt with. Poking his head out he continued to spy on the post once again. Taking time to act he waited until only two remained standing guard at the gate. He took aim at one of them and fired. The guard fell to the ground, dead. The Commando hid in the hole expecting return fire. It did not come. Propping up once more he nailed the second guard in the head. He vanished once more into the ruins of the house. The entire garrison were going to hunt him down.  

            Sirens of the alarm echoed loudly in the mountains. The noise certainly warned any patrols coming this way that rebels were attacking. Guards scrambled out of the garrison. The commando watched as the enemy foolishly gave him clear targets. Throughout the confusion he shot another and hid. He killed seven more repeating this move. He shot one of them in the gut. After dropping back in the hole for the eighth time, the commando waited for return fire. The commando expected the guards to shoot in his direction. There was none, he waited sometime. Silence took over the air again save for the sirens. The sirens continued their shrieks of panic as they called in for reinforcements.

            He listened to the noise of screeching tires, knowing more had come. He reloaded his weapon, preparing to attack again. As he climbed back to the hole in the wall, the commando pulled out his pistol. The enemy would be climbing up the steep hill. He was right, the commando saw over a dozen, not guards, but elite soldiers. Before the elites could get halfway up the hill the commando shot at them with his pistol. He picked up his rifle and shot more down. He focused his sights on them one at a time. Some elites rolled down the hill. One came within feet of the commando. He reacted with such swift movement that he was oblivious to his own actions.

            He grabbed the elite and pulled him by the arm. The commando tossed the elite into the hole and shot him in the back three times. The elite's body lay in the hole full of weapons and ammunition. This lone commando grabbed a machine gun from underneath the corpse, turning it over on its back. With the heavy machine gun, the commando turned to the hole in the wall. He placed it on the ledge of a stone. He saw more elites climbing up.