This article is a part of the “Unasked War” series. This is a fictional series. All details and the characters are not real.
The wind is blowing in silence.
It is a hot afternoon with the sun overhead and scorpions running over the shadow.
A Platoon of 3 mens have taken a hide against a wall trying to get a tactical position. The fourth man was shot a minute ago from a sniper positioned in the front building.
Army wants to take control over the Hieraa ( a town in western Iraq). The colonel has asked the commander to secure all positions in the “Kirk” an old market area of the Hieraa.
“Stay Down, Stay Down!” yells the commander, trying to get a sneak of the position of the sniper.
At this moment they don’t even know how many enemies they are dealing with. He doesn’t exactly know what to do next, He can feel the heavy breath of his colleague on the right.
Trying to take a hold on the event, he asks his second colleague, positioned on the left behind another wall, to give him a cover. With a long breath garnering all the courage he runs to the other side looking toward the enemy to locate the sniper. His second colleague gives him a courageous cover, vacating every bullet on the magazine and aghast there comes the last shot.
Men who gave him the cover falls down with shot on his head.
Commander in dejection now knows sniper is positioned at the top right corner window of the white building. It used to be a church in the past. Commander trying to take cognizance of the moment hears a second shot. Bullet piercing the muddy wall passes through the chest of his colleague making him breathe his last.
Commander has now come to a realization that he is dealing with none anyone other than the person who is known as “lone wolf of the Hieraa”.
“He was dead!” commander recollects from the bloody battle of the Irba (Irba a town which serves as a gateway to Hieraa).
“Maybe, or maybe not!” commander decides that he will fight back. To throw a confusing attack he throws his helmet to the left of the wall, jumps on the right, and fires!
Yet, One-shot again and the commander is down.
Some hours later, the sun is about to set. Commander is alive but immovable and breathing his last.
Under the golden light glowing over the mirage, he sees a skinny man walking down towards him with a long-barrelled gun.
Man with his face covered from the turban looks down on the commander.
“Who are you?” asks the commander in a heavy breath.
Man looking into the eyes of the commander is expressionless. He pulls out his pistol and shots the commander.
Man looks up in the sky and closes his eyes in despair.
This war is thrown on him and he knows, he has to fight it only for himself.
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