Chapter Twelve

The jihadist group struggled to gather a large enough force to bring their fight to the American invaders. The leader of the group worked day and night to develop a plan of attack that would bloody the Infidels. The time was fast approaching when the attacks would begin.

“Today we will begin our attacks on the infidels,” the leader said to the room full of more than one hundred fighters. “You have all been trained for this, and now it is time.”

The fighters all stood listening to the leader speak. The fighters were anxious to begin the fight, but there were also those who would rather be anywhere else but in that room. A third small group were the martyrs who would be giving their life for the cause by wearing explosives around their body. It was a small group with no more than ten martyrs.

Two of the martyrs were already wearing their vests. The leaders chose the martyrs for the mission earlier in the day by drawing sticks. The two shortest sticks drawn would be the first martyrs to sacrifice their lives for their country. The youngest of the two wept when he drew his stick. It was nothing more than a stub. He knew it was his time.