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"Be strong when you are weak. Be brave when you are scared. Be humble when you are victorious." – Michelle Moschetti
Kelly POV
It's been three weeks since we arrived at Camp Freedom Ridge, and for the most part, we haven't seen much combat, which I am thankful for. The previous platoon had seen combat every other day and managed to get out unscathed. However, the weeks of combat had taken its toll on the outpost. It still provided enough protection, but there were weak spots. One noticeable was the east wall where I was. We constantly reinforced it with more sand and barbwire, but the ground underneath was soft and constantly caving when we added more sandbags. RPG fire had hit it, and as much as we fixed the holes and ground, it wouldn't settle.
The outpost is a mixture of trench warfare and a small building made of a shipping container where some of our ammunition was stored. We slept or gathered underground in a trench barely tall enough to stand. There were twelve of us stationed here, eight of whom were in my regular platoon. The other four were from the US Military. Camp Freedom Ridge was mostly a Canadian outpost, but we had such close ties and friendships with the US and British Military that it was the one outpost we all defended.
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I love meeting and creating bonds with so many people, but I hate the firefights and would love nothing more to fight. Regardless, I love the military and my family and would protect them no matter what. We've been lucky thus far with having very few firefights. Three more weeks until I'm home, and I wouldn't complain if we never saw a firefight.
Looking over move shoulder, I see the Reese twins having a highly competitive game of war. We called them Reeses and Pieces. Reeses are muscle-built like a tank and taller than Pieces. He's also three minutes old and never lets Pieces live it down. Pieces always stated she's made up of different pieces or parts of her parents. One foot was flat (her mom's) and the other arched (her dad's), eyebrows were her dad's, ears were slightly different sizes, and so on. We would laugh or point the differences out for good fun when we noticed them. She never took it personally, and she'd always join in.
Sergeant (Sgt) Richards, Corporal (Cpl) James, Private (Pvt) McDonald, Raven and West were all on patrol in the town in the valley below. The insurgents had been trying to gain control of it to gain more territory to surprise us.
Jones and Thomas were positioned to my right, looking at the south wall, while Conroy and Rogers were in the western outpost. The north side of the outpost was covered by the mountain, which was impossible to climb from the other side. Nonetheless, Major Mason, our commanding officer, would shift positions between all of us. He hated the paperwork, staying in one place and always wanted to be involved.
As the sun sets over the rugged terrain before me, a golden glow covers the hills and forests around me. It creates a delicate appearance, but the sudden gunfire interrupts the peaceful atmosphere. I watch from the edge of the outpost. I see movement down the road leading toward us. Yelling, I warn my fellow soldiers, telling them to take their positions. Taking our positions, we brace ourselves for what's to come next.
