greatbrian:



Tnx so much sir. Correction noted

I love your work and 'll neva fail to pray for you.

Back to the casualties, more than a hundred soldier died that day and many wounded most of them in very critical conditions. Among the wounded that day was my friend Balogun, the bullet caught me on his jungulars. Although he was in coma, and a lame man like me could not differentiate if z dead or breathing. Anyway, the medical team checked on him and gave us a little hope that there is a little breath left in him and they did there best in stabilizing him (I guess they call that first aid). I on the other hand prayed to God to please send his erratic soul so a year old boy won't be half orphaned and 2 year old bride won't be widowed. Anyway, after been stabilized, he and the other critically wounded ones were transferred to a better MRS for adequate health care. Things went like that and for the prisoners we caught we shipped them to the HQ under a heavy guard of artillery Soldiers.

Things went smooth for like a month and after a month, I received a letter from Balogun. He told me he was very fine and he has been sent on 3 weeks break for rest. For once, I wished I was shot too maybe I could have the sme fate of going home to spend good time with my families and atleast know a little of what the outside world looks like. Anyway, as the case my be my consolation was assuming I suffered same fate, maybe mine would have led to death or been physical deformed for live.
I sent back a letter to him where I asked him about his son and the name that was bestowed to him on his 8th day on earth I also inscribe in the letter that he should try and visit my mum and tell her am fending good that am just where I always wanna be.

I felt relieved and for once had a feeling of human emotions I asked myself the question is there where I really wanna be? Was dz what I really wannabe like and z dz the kinda life I really wish to leave even as a family man? Wow the answer was just a script I read as a cadet.

JOIN THE MILITARY AND BE ALL YOU
CAN BE. AND IF WE DO NOT COMEBACK, TELL THEM WE HAVE GONE
TO SACRIFICE OUR TODAY,
FOR THERE TOMORROW.

And apart dz just what I love am doing it for my family to leave in peace and for my dear country people to live without fear of external or internal aggression. Dz our live dz what we do.

After ruminating over that, I felt relieved because I got my answer. Anyway, things went fine and I Received an order for a meeting from my superior. Although, I didn't know or neither can I guess what the meeting is all about but what thing I know from the order is its smfin that warrant immediate action.

LogoDWhiz:
Awesome. I am loving this. Can we relate off nairaland?

Why not sir?

bro greatbrian.....been sending you pms' you not responding....anyways nice story love the theme and erthing about it....thumbs up

greatbrian:

Why not sir?

OK. Drop your contact, lemme add you on whatsapp.

kikayboss:
bro greatbrian.....been sending you pms' you not responding....anyways nice story love the theme and erthing about it....thumbs up

So sorry bros. Time z smfin I dnt have here and the only time I get to use my fone z after prep in the nyt. Buh drop ur line I will talk to u on whatsapp asap although if I can't tonight maybe tomorrow night around 11 or 12. Tnx

LogoDWhiz:
OK. Drop your contact, lemme add you on whatsapp.

Please drop urs

Nice.

Roger.

bro so wen will u marry in d story nw,or re u married coz u said "as a family man".

Course mate I'm feeling this... nice work man

Panther01:
Course mate I'm feeling this... nice work man

How ur morale..... Kai u are assuming ba u never sleep? They will soon damge u in ur sleep o

my very best

greatbrian:

So sorry bros. Time z smfin I dnt have here and the only time I get to use my fone z after prep in the nyt. Buh drop ur line I will talk to u on whatsapp asap although if I can't tonight maybe tomorrow night around 11 or 12. Tnx

0803 274 8911 that's my nomba....and GOD bless

Anyway, the meeting came by and I found out a signal was sent from the HQ which warrant a great repel attack.
We had a closed door meeting which lasted hours alas, war aint just won on battlefield, the winning starts from the close door plans.
Anyway we made plans involving all the officers and about 5 very experienced SNCOs mostly AWO. We planned for hours we exchanged ideas, planned on formations and strategy. Although, our commanding officer (LtCol Abdu) already planned a formation to be used. I understood from our plans that the only concern of our commander is winning and the way and manner we do it z not essential, carrying out the job z the Germane.

We made plans and drew strategy, we formed 4 teams in which every team z headed by an officer and assisted by a 2LT. It was to be a very brave fight from what we planned and we had just one hour for calvary to arrive and execute our mission. The mission was to take off by 22:00hrs and should not last later than 23:00hrs. (One hour of hell from my conclusion)

We made plans, trained hard, did the best we could to prepare for the D-day. I knew from our plans that many a soldiers will get wasted and it occurred to me I might be among the lucky ones to die fighting.
Anyway, I sent a letter to my mum a letter I thought would be the last of its kind, a letter written with pain alongside little or no faith of writing another one. I knew it was an impasse situation that might lead to the end of a creature like myself and many other. What a job I signed for, what a life am living, what a destiny awaiting me. Anyway, professionalism outsmarted everything and I knew I should not show my fear in front of my soldiers. Still, am human thinking of the future and what it hold itself z gory.

Anyway, I spoke with my commanding officer and I talked him into granting all soldiers there a phone call just to hear and speak with their family members which I knew it might be the last call for many of us. Anyway, my request was granted and my soldiers were so happy. Oh the emotions that went with it, oh the happiness, it was just heaven for my men that day. It went like that and it was just 2 weeks to the D-day.
For the 2 weeks remaining, all we do was train, train some more, hydrate, hydrate some more, dehydrate and rest. We train, joke and visit our plan more. That time gave me chance to know more about some of my men after I spoke with them. The first person I met was the earlier mentioned 18 years old private.

His name is George, he joined the military just to be able to enhance his family livelihood. George was the unfortunate first child of z nuclear family and he had 2 brothers who were way younger than him. From what he told me, George was orphaned at age 10 z both parents died the same day from a ghastic accident and their body was not even found. So in order to buy the future of z 2 junior ones, he decided to sacrifice his future and sold z freedom and peace for just camouflage and a stipend. He showed me z siblings picture which he normally put inside his cap and from what I saw those kids can't be more than 10 and 8 respectively. Anyway, Geroge was so unfortunate that after his POP from depot his first posting was Boruno. My heart bled when I heard z story and I said a little prayer for him.

i salute you bro...weldone...i love the story...this one wey you dey talk about George like this, mk he no die ooo

Am so sorry to all the readers reading dz article, both ghost readers and the little one commenting. I won't be able to write anything tonight u won't understand even if I tell u why. Buh tomorrow morning I might write some stuff. Tnx

Another soldier caught my attention WO Sali. WO Sali was a very elderly SNCO who has very few more years to his retirement. Sali was like a father to all, he was example to to other soldiers for z attitude towards officer. Although, WO sali z a proud father of 3 officers all in the 3 diff wings of services (Army, Naval and Airforce), still oga Sali was so humble among z fellow soldiers.
The last character I got interested in was Private larry. Larry z a 20 years old private who z so sassy towards z friends, he happens to be an EX BOY of Coy company so that added more chip to z attitude. The best conversation larry likes to make z about cars, women and drinks but its a pity larry is just a man of more words and little action, it goes by me saying larry never enjoyed any 3 of it.
Larry been around z colleague can be seen as a clown atimes and many a time larry buys job for dz attitude of his. Larry z a good guy deep down inside this I can vouch for, he has what I refer to as the heart of jesus although its hard to believe judging by z action. Enough about them



Deep inside me, I knew I won't come home with all the men am going with with if at all I will come home atall. Barely 2 weeks to the D-day, the everly sassy larry had a little change of attitude, he assumed the heart of jesus. My human feeling took the most of me and I was curious to know what xup with him because a little distarction to one of my men will definitely lead to the slaughter of almost all of us. I pacified Larry and he confided to me that his Gf sent a letter telling him she's pregnant and he on the other side z having the feeling she's about to deliver at that very moment. I pat him at the back gave him a little soothing word and asked if he believed in prayer to which he answered yes. anyway, we both spoke to God and we believed he understands us more than we could even say.


It was a week to the D-day when two Airforce officers were brought to our detachment and we were briefed they will handle the air strike and still come back as calvary after infiltration. We were good to go, our morale was high, we couldn't not wait for the D-day. We've fulfilled all righteousness, we've trained hard and all we wanted to do now is to just kill, take names for ourselves and end this shit the day before yesterday.

Things went a little more smooth and it was a day to the D-day also tagged NEMESIS OF INSURGENTS. We had a last meeting involving all officers and some SNCOs where we were all briefed more baout the mission and our individual parts. As a full lieutinant I was to command the Delta team comprising of 30 men. We were to infiltrate immediately after the air strike and we had just 10mins to clear the area where Charlie team will come in and handle the other part. I was to be assisted by 2ndlt Shakur.
I knew any slack on my part as the team leader will definitely lead to the death of my men so I furthered plan and prayed hard to make it worthwhile (God knows why I was choosed to start a suicide mission).
Anyway whatever the reason is, its my job, am paid for it and I signed for it I have to carry out the job in the best way I can. I met my men immeduately and I found out George was among. I called them together and briefed them on our part of the mission. I gave them a little word to boost their morale and I found out they are already good to go and can't wait to shoot some bastards whatever comes may.

Things went on like that and I had another meeting with the team leaders alone where we discussed and learn more ways to get the job done mostly on my team as the success of the mission depends solely on the delta team. The day was a vvery busy day for me after the meeting, I had an hour meeting with my men again where we made more plans and before we knew it it was 21:00hrs. We gathered for formation and did some putty after which I informed my commanding officer and took permission form him to take my men on a special putty. On his orders, I gathered my men (delta team) and headed for the jungle in a very ungodly hour when the normal human should be sleeping. It was a very dangerous putty, but I intentionally made it that way so as to prepare my men for whatever comes may in few hours time.

nice one....plz don't let George die oooo....
greatbrian been tryna connect with u even dropped ma nomba....anyways
did you meet any olaseni ayobanji (olas) in the academy ( midshipman presently)

kikayboss:
nice one....plz don't let George die oooo....

greatbrian been tryna connect with u even dropped ma nomba....anyways

did you meet any olaseni ayobanji (olas) in the academy ( midshipman presently)

Sorry sir I might not be able to answer ur question here online and by the way sir are u the bearer of the above name?

It was the D-day, a day to kill and a day to die. Our mission was bound to start 22:00hrs and if things goes well as planed, calvary and exfill should be by 23:00hrs. Anyway, by 1:00hrs all team stacked out to take position and report in there individual formation. Also, the delta team (myself and my men) navigated our route to our to our position and took formation where we were to encroach immediately after the first audible Air strike.
We took position and waited for what seem like forever to take charge and see some blood flow. Absolutely, blood makes the grass grow. We covered ourselves with grass and were no different from the jungle grass itself in our static position.
Anyway, things went on and in a twinkle of an eye, it was just 30mins to infiltration.
30mins to the slaughter, we had some rumble in the bush opposite to us, alas the insurgents too were on patrol. Seeing this, I signalled to my men toremain in their static position and not to compromise there formation since we had a plan and I was restricted by order to act only according to the plan. Alas, it was too late to give the warning signal, the sassy Larry was sure of a clean shot and I guess in revenge for our fallen brothers, his emotion took the very best part of him and he opened fire on the insurgents aiming for the head.

Our position was already compromised and the sound of the live rounds brought the attention of the other insurgents to our position and before we could say jack, what I call legion of insurgents were already in position firing all kind of weapons at us. It was hell, we had to compromise our position and engage the insurgents in a repel attack. It was a great slaughter on advantage to the insurgents.
Heros were going down, we knew we might all die but going down without a fight his something we would not do.

Since we were the leading team, any slack from us will definitely lead to the abortion of the mission in general. In a jiffy, other men in brother teams joined us to repel the attack. But the enemies were more in mass than us. All we could see was blood, our own blood.
The slaughter continued, Exfill was no where in sight and all we had was our gun and the man next to us. We had just 2 choices Kill and survive or die. Death was no option for us because we made a vow that although we are under devastating fire still, we shall not withdraw an inch but will fight to our last man and our last round of ammunition.
We shot the best we could and in no time, enemies were already into us. They hv encroached so forward. We repelled more as much as we could, but our number was getting fewer every passing second. Although my mission was blur, but I could still see George alive fighting and shooting just to save his dear live. My spirit was a little more lifted and i engaged more with rage and fury.
Anyway, the insurgent were about killing the last of us present on the field when we heard the whirling of helicopter alas HERE COMES CALVaRY (air strike) I tell you seeing calvary, that feeling was heavenly, its something I can't describe and the sweetest and most romantic part of it was. Seeing rounds and rounds of ammunition pierce and penetrate the insurgent and seeing their camp go down in flames was another romantic sight better than a ladies underwear. Our hope was restored, our morale was high, we encroached more forward and had the greatest feast of our part of the slaughter in disadvantage to the enemies dz time. We shot at the already wounded ones and chased after the fleeing ones. Beleieve me that moment was more than heaven to us.


Anyway, things went on and we conqured by killing as much as we can although some escaped due to the influence of their long and fast legs.
We got to our camp after the most seraphim feeling and I was invited by the commanding officer to come answer why I never followed z orders thereby compromising my position. He was of the opinion that the lapse on my part as the team leader led to the slaughter of more than 60 percent of our men. I was the team leader, I was answerable and I was held responsible.

Anyway, I had nothing tangible to say coz I was confuse what to say not to put larrys carrer in jeopardy.
My commanding officer on the other hand never took my silence with levity. He concluded from z perspective what I decided and singlehandedly asked my men not to take His orders and follow mine.
We thought it was a joke until I was charged with Mutiny.
Not less than a week after the charge I was arrested by the military police and taken to the HQ to get court martialed. I thought it was a dream, possibly a nightmare because the punishment for mutiny is death by firing squad

Greatbrian. Nice update.... I havent seen ur message

Am Enjoining This Story. More Update...

Sorry I haven't updated for like a day or so....... U won't understand even if I try to explain. Anyway I will make it up dz evening

go on bro still i follow

wat a touching story. mr greatbrain hw do u get to knw if ur salary iz paid or nt? how do u enjoy d salary?

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Dz not part of the story bro. But in the jungle even if u have money there u will know money has no value coz its has uselss as worthless. And about the salary. Dz y we have an account number. Ur money keeps going into it....... And for the married ones, their family enjoys it

Nice story...got ur back sir.Nice story...got ur back sir.Nice story...got ur back sir.

Firing squad?



That's so inhuman


waiting patiently sir
This story is more than Wow Guess that's the life of a soldier

I will drop something before the day runs to an end.....

girlhaley:

Firing squad?
That's so inhuman
waiting patiently sir
This story is more than Wow
Guess that's the life of a soldier

Tnx for seeing the story has Wow

My Dad came visiting and noticed I was seriously focused on my phone, he asked what I was reading and I told him, he requested I start all over and read it out loud..at the last update my old man as tears in his eyes...he said your story brought back memories, memories of him and his colegues in the NA during the biafra war....he is a retired army Officer of the GALLANT NIGERIAN ARMY......God Bless You Brother.....

ogboni76:
My Dad came visiting and noticed I was seriously focused on my phone, he asked what I was reading and I told him, he requested I start all over and read it out loud..at the last update my old man as tears in his eyes...he said your story brought back memories, memories of him and his colegues in the NA during the biafra war....he is a retired army Officer of the GALLANT NIGERIAN ARMY......God Bless You Brother.....

Wow am so glad ur dad found it quite interesting. And I know their labour in the civil war will never be in vain. They are our heros and you should be proud you have a dad who served his country not even minding paying d price with z own life which many have done including my own dad. Send my regards and tell him hope the morale z still high