FUBAR

<p style=margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51 51 51); font-family: Arial sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255 255 255); text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-color: initial;><strong style=font-weight: bold;>From the Preface:</strong></p><h5 style=margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51 51 51); font-family: Arial sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255 255 255); text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-color: initial;><em style=font-style: italic;>As I mounted the m249 machine gun against my shoulder I felt the weight of the entire weapon. I had never really had the opportunity to fire one of these bad boys before but by god there was a first for everything. I flipped the safety selector switch removing the weapon from safe. I closed my eyes for a brief moment knowing time was of the essence. I reopened them steadied my breathing as I squeezed softly on the trigger. I fired small round bursts into the crowd of these things. I barely knew how to work one of these because my military career thus far has been magazine-fed weapons. I prayed to whoever was listening for the belt to remain free with no snag. I continued to three to five-round burst my way to the base exchange. The good news: these things were going down with regular ammo. The bad news: I don't know if I have enough ammo for all of them.</em></h5><p style=margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51 51 51); font-family: Arial sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255 255 255); text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-color: initial;><br></p><h2 style=margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 4px; font-family: Arial sans-serif; text-rendering: optimizelegibility; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.3; color: rgb(51 51 51); font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255 255 255); text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-color: initial;>Imagine waking up to your entire world being FUBAR...</h2><p style=margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51 51 51); font-family: Arial sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255 255 255); text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-color: initial;>Iraq 2009. Army Specialist Jason Chantry was at his wit's end with a complacent dull deployment. That all changed for him on a fateful night. Blood bodies and destruction as far as the eye could see. Chantry and his fellow squad members were admin not door kicking infantrymen! Together they'll scream shoot and did we mention scream? They'll get their way to wherever they can figure is safe by any means necessary.</p><p style=margin: -4p