posted on Jun, 17 2008 @ 05:33 PM
He also told me that i should only bring what i really needed, which is when i informed him that my girlfriend would have to come along if i was going
to accept his offer, to which he replied "I figured you had a loved one to bring along.", almost as if it was an inconvenience to him, but he
allowed it nonetheless.
Two weeks later, we were in our new apartment, which was located not far from NSA headquarters. Over the next 3 and a half months, a lot went on in my
life, including the death of a family member, but i will skip over the more personal aspects of my story, i was trained in tactical building entry and
close quarters combat to a degree i thought wasnt possible. The range of manuevers and vast number of situations that were covered was mind numbing,
and at one point i even considered quitting, but decided to stick with it for a while longer. Most of the CQC techniques were from Krav Maga, and Jui
Jitsu along with standard boxing and a little bit of Muay Thai. At 5:00 AM we started PT, this consisted of a 3 mile run, followed by weight training,
then another 2 mile run. After this we ate breakfast, then we generally headed to the firing range.
After almost a half year of training, we "graduated" from what i like to refer to as the NSA's school for Assassination. One day when we had
finished PT, we were all seperated and lead into a lower area, almost like a basement of sorts, in our training building. This area was a well lit,
hospital like hallway with rooms lining the walls. Roll was taken a second time at this point, and then we were all taken in to seperate rooms.
I dont know what the other recruits experienced at this time, but i do remember what happend to me. I was lead into a room that was roughly 10 feet by
10 feet. It had one chair, one table, and a GLOCK 19 resting on the table with a loaded clip next to it. After about 8 minutes of waiting, my
commanding officer opened the door and greeted me. Then, a man who was bound and gagged was dragged in to the room. It was at this moment that my
stomach sank, i knew exactly what i was going to have to do. I felt the blood drain from my head and had to brace myself on the wall of the room so i
didnt collapse. My "Boss" asked if i was ok, to which i said of course, then i asked what was going on.
He then went on to explain that i wasnt going to be a Tactical Sniper. Once again, i knew what was going on. I was about to become a murderer. He went
on to say that the man before me was a traitor to my country, and had been selling classified information to outside parties. During my life, up to
this point, i had killed 9 men, but after each of those, i had been able to go home to my girlfriend guilt free and sleep comfortably every night,
perhaps this is because each of those men had been endangering the life of an innocent civilian, and they had been doing so in front of my eyes. They
had made the choice that lead to their deaths, but the man before me had done no wrong to prove that he deserved to be killed. After a few moments, my
boss told me to pick up the gun.
And i did. I dont know what compelled me to do it, but i picked up the pistol and slid in the magazine, then racked the slide. The man sitting in the
chair before me began to scream through his gag, tears were streaming down his face, and eventually he urinated on himself. Then my boss gave me the
order to kill.
I leveled the gun at his chest, but after a moment i aimed higher, directly at the tip of his nose. I knew from my sniper experience that a shot here
would instantly kill a human, as the bullet pierces the brainstem. I thought about what i was doing, and then i pulled the trigger. And i pulled
again. And again. 3 rounds fired, 3 rounds hit. The back of the mans head exploded in a shower of brain matter, blood, and skull fragments, which
lightly dusted the wall behind him. A small gurgle is the only sound he made then. I lowered the weapon and inspected the kill. CONTINUED