Stairway To Hell

The Account of a Marine Officer ― I was going to get shot. There was no doubt about that. Oddly enough, it didn't phase me as much as it should have. ∙ I stacked up against the wooden stair case in the cinder block building. Three of my fire team members lined up behind me quickly. I felt a hand on my back gripping the Kevlar vest I wore. My breathing was heavy from clearing the first floor. It fogged up the paintball mask that fit with my helmet. I shifted the butt-stock of my M-16 up into my shoulder and prepared [...].