Our story starts at the outpost camp. Can you picture a valley of enormous mountains enclosing a little camp at the bottom? Well this little camp was where our story started.

It was a normal week for everyone at Camp Keating in Afghanistan. The usual attacks from the bad guys on the other side of the mountains leave the good American soldiers tired everyday. Their days were full of routine. They guarded the camp and trained every single day.

Their camp was a perfect place to be attacked by the bad enemy soldiers. Every day they would get shot at by those bad guys. The attacks would not last long, and the bad guys were quickly and easily defeated by the American soldiers. 

Once the shots were fired the American soldiers would find their location and then BOOM! A loud band and explosion would go off on the bad guys' location, from a rocket launcher. That was what these American soldiers did almost every single day.

Some of the soldiers from Afghanistan would come to their camp and train with them. The American soldiers would teach them their ways and the Afghanistan soldiers would help the Americans understand their ways and the land of the area. Luckily they were all on the same side and were both the good guys.

One of the American soldiers at the camp was a man named Ty Carter. Carter was in charge of supplying his fellow soldiers with supplies and ammunition during their small fights. Carter didn’t get along with some of the other soldiers, but he still had to do his job and do it to the best of his ability.

Deep down Carter wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t perfect, but he still cared for everyone that was at his camp. The time would come soon when he was going to prove that.

One day when Carter and one of his fellow soldiers were talking, one of the villagers that lived nearby started to tell them that a bunch of the bad soldiers were coming to attack them. Nobody believed him because there were attacks like that every single day. Yet little did they know he meant that there was going to be hundreds of bad soldiers coming.

A day or two passed and nothing happened. Carter and the rest of the soldiers realized that the villager wasn’t telling the truth. He was just scared like the rest of the villagers that didn’t want to get stuck in a big battle. They would run away if something ever happened, and they would be left to defend the camp.

Yet little did any of them know that was going to happen to every soldier at that outpost the next day. The thought of them fighting for their lives would soon become a reality. The camp was a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any second. It was only a matter of the time when it was going to explode.

The next day it was about 6 am in the morning, and some of the soldiers were still sleeping. The rest of them were on guard. Then out of nowhere shots were fired upon all of the soldiers at the camp.

The ones who were on guard realized that there were more bad soldiers than usual. They needed to get more reinforcements. The soldiers that were asleep quickly got up and ready to fight, and that's when the battle began.

Carter was one of the soldiers that was still sleeping. Within a couple of seconds he was ready to go and fight. He heard over the microphones that they needed more ammunition at many stations. He gathered different types of ammunition and got ready to run out of the door and help out his fellow soldiers.

When Carter ran out he expected light enemy fire, but he soon realized that it was nowhere near light. He saw hundreds of enemy soldiers surrounding them on the mountains around their camp. Carter realized at that moment that this was going to be a near impossible fight.