Part V The Young Journalist

The scouts came back and reported to their superiors with the news that they had found some evidence that someone was around. We could sense the nervousness in their body language and their sudden whisper of words. Their trained eyes scanned the area for more clues of our presence. They were careful in their movement and soon a perimeter was set up to defend an attack.If my comrades had any fear, they did not display it. Each soldier knew that we had placed ourselves in a trap without the enemy knowing anything about it. The way they had settled down and as soon as they scouted the area more carefully made it clear in our minds that it was just a matter of time before our positions would be compromised. We needed to make a safe retreat without any illusions that we never backed down from a fight. Our orders did not permit engagement, and the odds were over whelming enough to know that an encounter would lead to a slaughter.We sent one of our men out first with orders to set up the claymore mines with trip wires further back behind us. They were to be our first line of defense if our retreat were to be discovered. If they were to go off, the enemy would sit still for a while firing their weapons at their unknown enemy. It would give us a few minutes to retreat and hopefully be unseen. The next person to reach safely further back would set up a second line of claymores to again delay the enemy’s movement. This procedure would continue a couple of more times so that we could move at a faster pace. Every part of the plan depended on precession timing because placing the mines down meant a matter of seconds.The rest of us waited patiently for the signal that the first soldier had done his part, and then we correlated our movements in intervals of a minute apart. Meanwhile the enemy kept searching for our whereabouts as they crept closer to our positions. I was the last one and by then getting out undetected had gone by the wayside. Fortunately, I was more than halfway back to the claymore mines. A marker had been placed secretly to let us know where the trip wires were at. The enemy did not know of our plans and one of the soldiers placed a few rounds in the flesh of the enemy and it slowed them down enough for me to make it over the claymores.While the enemy looked for cover it gave me time to find somewhere to hide behind before the first burst of bullets headed my way. The last soldier before me had already moved on to his second position. He had laid another marker for me to know what direction to go next. We needed to zigzag our patterns of movement so that we would not be in the line of fire as we retreated. By then the mighty force had their weapons barrels exploding with ammunition zeroing on the positions they believed us to be at.Then there was a silence as their weapons stopped firing after a command to cease fire. They believed us to be dead by then and so they cautiously moved forward searching for the dead bodies, but they instead fell for the trap. The claymore mines delivered a devastating blast that the sounds of falling bodies and the agony of pain inflicted by the force of the blast made many men scream for help. Again, it bought us some more time as their weapons continued firing at the empty space.That second time lasted longer after viewing their fallen comrades until their weapons went silent again. They did not stand up and look for their American enemy just then. They waited for the smoke to clear and to better access the situation. Fooling them a second time was not going to happen, or so they thought.

Part V The Young Journalist

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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