Narrative Essay On Lemoine Flamur

Lemoine Flamur was back at camp ready to receive orders. He was in the middle of the war of Afghanistan in the desert of Farah Province, Afghanistan. They had set up camp near the Village of Shewan for they were about to try to take it. While he was sitting there he looked around at his platoon. They had set up two platoons Platoon 1 and Platoon 2. He was in the first platoon which meant he would be up front. He knew some of the guys there like Robert Amir who he was starting to buddy up to and Ceo, who was kind of a jerk. We were sitting there waiting for the commander to come back with orders. It was taking a while and he was starting to get impatient and he could tell the others were to. Then he could hear leather boots stomping into camp and he knew waiting was over.
The plan is that the 1st platoon will go through route 517 and take them head on while the other platoon will head around Saffark Mountain. The plan is to chase the enemy into the mountains were the 2nd platoon will set a trap to take out the rest of them out. You ready cupcakes, good, it’s time to move out.”
As they saddled up in their trucks the 1st platoon in one and the 2nd in the other they were trying to prepare themselves for what was about to happen. He looked around and saw that all of them looked nervous. He himself had butterflies in his stomach. They drove down further until the two trucks split up into route 517 and Saffark Mountain.
They stopped a little farther away from the village and got out. They scoped out the village looking to see how many guys there were. Then once finished they used the walkie talkie to see if the 2nd platoon was in position. Once everything was ready it was time.
The commander said “all right ladies it’s time.”
And as he said it they all jumped up ready for action. Lemoine's worse fear came true it was time to