This is a fictional story of the missions of the 23rd Ranger Battalion of Fort Nabahood. The first seven mission series follows Private First Class Jamal A. Walker through a assortment of spine-tingling exploits. Read as Jamal encounters many dangerous enemies and fight to overcome many challenges of his military service. This exciting series will keep you on the edge of your seat as it reveal twist and turn never imagined. Although, the writer strongly suggest parental consent before young children read the story, still it vividly details the horror of war in a most intimate way.

( This post has been here only a few days. I just wanted to let the fans here, like Nitta, Mr. Moribund, and preacher1st, see how their help has help me to secure a book deal to turn the poem in to some short stories. Thank you Poetry Showcase and all the poets here. God bless. Rev. R.L. Walker)

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The U. S. Army Rangers, The Journey Begins

Take no prisoners

Mission content

Mission 1: Take no prisoners

Chapter 1: The midnight blue 1964 Ford

Chapter 2: The barracks of C Company

Chapter 3: Special Operation Division

Chapter 4: Prepared and ready to go.

Chapter 5: The island of Tilfar

Chapter 6: Two presents for the sergeant major.

(This is a fictional poetic series and short story about events that never take place and about people that have never existed. Any representation of an actual event or person is purely coincidental in nature.)

The U. S. Army Rangers, The Journey Begins

Mission One: Take no prisoners

This was my first mission.
I am ready for the fight.
I am in top condition.
I kill by the dark moonlight.

I am called to the captain’s tent.
He informs me of what I must do.
I am told where I will be sent.
I am not to take any prisoners, too.

Our team meets on the helicopter pad.
The team was a sergeant, a corporal, and I
Between us, not a word was even said,
As we lifted off into the midnight sky.

We land three clicks behind enemy lines.
We grab our gear to carry along the way.
We carefully cross a row of the land mines.
Our target is just a half a click away.

I am told to kill the guards in the shack.
When I am finished then signal to the rest.
I take out my knife from my backpack.
I crawl across the ground on my chest.

Upon the unpainted guard shack, I creep.
I am hidden beneath the dark moonlight.
I stabbed the first one while he took a leak.
The other, I took without much of a fight.

The team approaches from behind.
Their job, now, has just begun.
“Leave me alone and I will be fine.”
As I picked up the dead man’s gun.

It was the first kill I ever made.
Just look at what I have done.
On the shack floor, there laid,
The body of an old man and his son.

Copyright 2007
Rev. Reginald Levi Walker\
Tulsa, Oklahoma 74110
Nabahood23@yahoo.com