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{Al-Bakr Neighborhood, Mosul, Nineveh Governorate | 6:37AM, November 5th, 2016}
You jog briskly through the smoldering haze of rubble-dust in the air. Loud shots of all calibers ripped across all over the area. Coalition air support at spaced out, but precise intervals, dropped bombs at enemy strongpoints that halted further advancement. You dared not stay in movement across places of poor cover, always darting to stick to the next alleyway or piece of ruined structure along with the rest of your platoon.
Each violent bullet ping that impacted near your cover, chilled your spine ever so slightly. You were already used to that feeling already, however. Raising out of cover once enemy fire at your platoon's position stopped, you laid down a few suppressing return shots, before going back into cover again. Other members of your platoon in the same ruined structure were doing the same, while others reloaded their guns after depleting a magazine.
You heard gurgled screams at either the back or side of you, after enemy return fire occurred at your platoon's position- which was a bombed out roofless destroyed house, with some parts of wall missing. You only mourned inwardly, but you had to focus on keeping cover. You frequently laid out more return fire at the enemy at opportune moments and did well to attempt to synchronize with your other platoon members.
After a while, the Daesh fighters opposite of the platoon's position stopped firing. Designated scouters of the platoon moved up through the accompanying street, being ordered by Lieutenant Taheri to do a situational check-up status on the enemy. They had left, with you supposing they did so because the position was increasingly becoming untenable and them deciding to retreat to reinforce another area.
"We're heading out!" Lieutenant Taheri shouted, ensuring he could be heard over the loud effects of battle around Mosul.
You stood from your cover and left through a nearby gap in a wall, as with did some other platoonmates. The sky was ash and smoke covered, blotting out what was supposed to be a sunny day The smell of either charred flesh or miasma filled the air, but you held your breath as to not cough. The local area was a heap of rubble, with only a few standing structures left. Further west from where you and your platoon were at, were higher-scaled buildings. Those buildings were where the Daesh forces were previously positioned, shooting out from windowsills or from the parapets of the roofs.
You took a moment to capture all of what you've just seen in more detail. This was it. The Battle of Mosul. The last major settlement of Daesh was here.
And you, along with your platoon, had to end their false regime.
You were on the move again, doing the same routine of sticking to areas of high cover and staying formation with your platoon.
But something strange happened when you crossed through a seemingly simple gap of a ruined wall.
You jog briskly through the smoldering haze of rubble-dust in the air. Loud shots of all calibers ripped across all over the area. Coalition air support at spaced out, but precise intervals, dropped bombs at enemy strongpoints that halted further advancement. You dared not stay in movement across places of poor cover, always darting to stick to the next alleyway or piece of ruined structure along with the rest of your platoon.
Each violent bullet ping that impacted near your cover, chilled your spine ever so slightly. You were already used to that feeling already, however. Raising out of cover once enemy fire at your platoon's position stopped, you laid down a few suppressing return shots, before going back into cover again. Other members of your platoon in the same ruined structure were doing the same, while others reloaded their guns after depleting a magazine.
You heard gurgled screams at either the back or side of you, after enemy return fire occurred at your platoon's position- which was a bombed out roofless destroyed house, with some parts of wall missing. You only mourned inwardly, but you had to focus on keeping cover. You frequently laid out more return fire at the enemy at opportune moments and did well to attempt to synchronize with your other platoon members.
After a while, the Daesh fighters opposite of the platoon's position stopped firing. Designated scouters of the platoon moved up through the accompanying street, being ordered by Lieutenant Taheri to do a situational check-up status on the enemy. They had left, with you supposing they did so because the position was increasingly becoming untenable and them deciding to retreat to reinforce another area.
"We're heading out!" Lieutenant Taheri shouted, ensuring he could be heard over the loud effects of battle around Mosul.
You stood from your cover and left through a nearby gap in a wall, as with did some other platoonmates. The sky was ash and smoke covered, blotting out what was supposed to be a sunny day The smell of either charred flesh or miasma filled the air, but you held your breath as to not cough. The local area was a heap of rubble, with only a few standing structures left. Further west from where you and your platoon were at, were higher-scaled buildings. Those buildings were where the Daesh forces were previously positioned, shooting out from windowsills or from the parapets of the roofs.
You took a moment to capture all of what you've just seen in more detail. This was it. The Battle of Mosul. The last major settlement of Daesh was here.
And you, along with your platoon, had to end their false regime.
You were on the move again, doing the same routine of sticking to areas of high cover and staying formation with your platoon.
But something strange happened when you crossed through a seemingly simple gap of a ruined wall.
