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SHORT STORIES OF THE SPECIAL FORCES

By Raw Ink
Jeff Hairabedian

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Addressed to: General. John W. Nicholson Jr.


U.S Central Command G-3 @CENTCOM
Pentagon
Dear John
There are many situations in which I as an officer must refrain from speaking, being the truth or not,
but between me and you what in the hell did you wizards back at the Pentagon think you were doing
letting the President order a bombing mission using a ordnance like the MOAB on this type of target.
Now you dam well know the GBU-43 while effective for use in Vietnam to clear highly dense
vegetation areas for air cav unit landing, it could no more penetrate the White Mountain caves than a
stick of dynamite. If I where to guess I ed say this was another political stunt of Trump not a military
strategic action, I wouldn't be surprised if the dam Russians gave him the idea!
Now I have had every engineer and explosive contractor in our whose worth a shit deal list go over the
probability kill ratio to the possibility of actually developing a aerial ordnance that would guarantee
the destruction of those tunnels. I know the Achin district of Nangarhar province in eastern Afghanistan
better than my own god dam neighborhood back Mississippi, if Trump wanted maxim attrition
targeting ISIS in those caves he would of lit up all twenty exits with incinerates and hit the mountain
with something designed for that purpose, he would have not used fireworks.
I have already recommended and blessed the use of that RAF bomb, you know, the Tailboy is what
they called it, really it a mother of dam earthquake bombs. You what to scare the living god in to them
towel heads, deploy a few dozen of tailboys and send after shocks all the way to china. I ed bet we
convert the whole dam Continent
(see http://military.wikia.com/wiki/Tallboy_(bomb))

This letter of correspondence is classified and the addendum hereafter will follow protocol for secret.
Order for the ground report AC 29628 in ORST to assess Intel Q-9 on MOAB deploying 95th Bravo
Team. I ll put the whole shit and poodle on your desk in twenty.

Yours truly
Command Gen. Tomas Brown
HHC 3RD ACD G-2 PLEX
SPECIAL OPERARTIONS
WHITE MOUNTAIN OCD
Johnny Mack was on his forth tour to Afghanistan's and was fit as any of the hard core paratroopers
that were strapped to go. Johnny belonged to the 22nd /95th Ranger Special Oops Unit that was about to
jump 3000 ft from a MC-130 Combat Talon, the same kind of Air Force Bomber that just dropped the
Mother of all Bombs on ISSI-K targets, that target was the same tunnels that saved the lives of a prior
U.S Special Operations Unit deployed to Afghanistan during the Afghan/Russian war in the late 70's
and early 80's. Our guys mapped the tunnels during a mission to recover a spy plane, and ended up
helping the Afghan freedom fighters turn the war and defeat the red army. Those guys knew we would
be back one day, but had no idea it would be like this.
Johnny look at his Ipod and picked out the prefect tune;his thoughts raced linking everything to
everything in the massive spider web of history, time and life. How the Beach Boy's stole Charles
Masons song, he wonder in that faction of a second if the narcissistic psychopath compared himself to
George W. Bush as far his plan like Bush, starting a war to achieve his own personal goal. The speaker
sound “Bravo team, Hook up” Johnny the eighteenth of the first twenty spring up simultaneously and
hook his twenty foot static line to the shoulder height rod that lead to the end of the cargo bay Johnny
crank it up, “ When you get to the bottom of the slide you turn and go for a ride, till I get to the bottom
of the slide and I see you againnnnn yeah yea yea, yea yaaaa Helter Skelter nun nun na nun na.”
Go go go, Johnny slide his hook and run at a pace, toes pointed down and arms tucked in, the static line
stretch tight and snap, Johnny look up, check, it was open. The military t – 10 parachute was modified
with two large L shapes back to back, cut out in the back side of the shoot for better control. Johnny
follow the seventeen men in front, two behind him, gliding in a twirl downwards towards earth like a
black snake in night. Their mission, damage assessment, the caves below------

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