After seeing Howard's body get shipped back home, we decided to just relax. That night had taken a major toll on all of us. We also received a replacement to join our squad. His name was Evans and he was just transfered from Charlie Company. He was about twenty-five years old and had been in the service for around three years. I also noticed that he wasn't carrying a rifle like the rest of us. Instead he carried an M22 Shotgun. It was also painted camoflauge to mix in with the desert surroundings.

     Later on, we received word that we were going to be relocated to a base fifty miles to our north. Three squads were to protect a huge convoy leading from our current base to the new base up north. Powers told me that I would be in charge of a .50 cal gun atop a Humvee, along with Calhoun and Rutter. The rest were to be loaded in trucks and would be called out only if needed. We also had the aid of an M1A2 Abrahms tank. The huge gun on it could easily knock any vehicle out of contention. It also had a .50 cal at the top for extra firepower. Once we got into positions we were told to move out.

     I scanned the horizon looking for any signs of an ambush. I knew that the enemy would try to disrupt us any way they could. I could see Johnson sitting in the truck ahead of me. He waved at me then continued his conversation with Nathans.

-----BOOM!-----

    An RPG struck the truck behind me. Metal flew everywhere as the explosion ripped into its side. Bodies flung from the truck and blood covered the ground. I was horrified when one of the soldier's head smashed into our Humvee. His eyes were wide and blood was dripping where the neck should have been. The driver came to a sudden stop and I opened fire. The Rebels had surrounded our convoy and started firing from all directions. I watched my tracers as my bullets sliced through the enemies bodies. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an RPG aiming right at me. I swung the gun around and opened up. My bullets strafed along the ground and struck his leg. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. I continued to fire at him and watched as the bullets pierced his chest. Once I knew he was dead I moved onto the others.

     Johnson and the others were also doing their share. I could see their victims fall before them. Majors grabbed his Grenade Launcher and started lobbing them towards piles of Rebels. I saw one grenade decimate four Rebels. The fifth one was lying on the ground, his leg was completely blown off and he was covered in blood. I aimed my .50 cal towards him and ended his life. Johnson strafed the top of a dune. He struck one of the Rebels and his body slid down. Our tank was aiming it's guns towards a Rebel jeep and fired. The blast immediately disintegrated everyone inside. All that was left was a few scraps of metal.

     After witnessing the tank's power, I saw Evans doing his work on a Rebel. The Rebel was charging the convoy in a suicide run. He was going to try and blow up the truck near me. Evans ran towards the Rebel and blasted his head off. When I say blasted his head off, I mean that the Rebel had a head for one second then, he had no head. Blood came running out of his neck and encircled his body.

     The Rebels started a retreat and we finished off anyone that tried to take another shot at us. We lost two trucks, luckily the second one only had supplies in it. I was still in awe of what happened to the one behind us. Everyone hopped back in their vehicles and we continued on our way. The rest of the way there, I was haunted by the sight of that soldier's head landing on the Humvee. It all happened so fast and unexpectedly.

     After unloading the supplies at the base we were told to get some sleep. The next day we were going into a Rebel City.

I put a lot of action in this one, so I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please tell me if you like the added action or if you want me to tone it down a little. Thanks